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He was raving about them last night in the choicest English." Lady Engleton crossed over to speak to Miss Du Prel. Professor Theobald approached Mrs. Temperley and Joseph Fleming. Hadria knew by some instinct that the Professor had been waiting for an opportunity to speak to her.
Henriette's neat hair would have stood on end, had she heard Miss Du Prel fit adjectives to her conduct. "I have learnt not to expect a nice sense of honour from superior persons with unimpeachable sentiments," said Hadria. "You are certainly a good hater!" cried Valeria, with a laugh. "Oh, I don't hate Henriette; I only hate unimpeachable sentiments."
When a mere girl, Miss Du Prel had been thrown on the world brilliant, handsome, impulsive, generous to pass through a fiery ordeal, and to emerge with aspirations as high as ever, but with her radiant hopes burnt out. But she gave no encouragement to certain of her companion's most vehement sentiments.
As both Professors were to leave Craddock Dene at the end of the week, this was the last meeting in the Priory gardens. Miss Temperley found Professor Theobald entertaining, but at times a little incoherent. "Why, there is Miss Du Prel!" exclaimed Henriette. "What an erratic person she is. She went to London the day before yesterday, and now she turns up suddenly without a word of warning."
And she was able to do so now, not because Miss Du Prel discoursed about it, but because Hadria's point of view had shifted sympathetically to the point of view of her companion, through the instinctive desire to see how these familiar things would look to alien eyes.
Still the heritage was rich enough, in this case. Heredity might have some discoverable part in the apparent marvel. Each member of the Fullerton family had unusual ability of some kind. Their knowledge of science, and their familiarity with the problems of philosophy, had often astonished Miss Du Prel. Hadria's accounts of the Preposterous Society made her laugh and exclaim at the same moment.
I should say that one who makes the most of his opportunities, as they stand, fares better than he who sighs for other worlds to conquer." "I suppose that is what his relatives said to Columbus," observed Miss Du Prel. "And how do you know they were not right?" he retorted. Mrs. Temperley gave the signal to rise. "Let's go for a walk," she suggested, "the afternoon invites us. Look at it."
"I have never in my life before ventured to interfere in such matters," the Professor said to Miss Du Prel; "but if that fellow marries Hadria, one or both will live to rue it." "I think it's the best thing that could happen to her," Miss Du Prel declared. "But they are not suited to one another," said the Professor. "Men and women seldom are!" "Then why ?" the Professor began.
It did not convince her, but Valeria's words were incessantly repeating themselves in her mind; working as a ferment among her thoughts. The letters from Miss Du Prel and the Professor were to her, a source of great pleasure and of great pain.
Valeria was in no danger. To be morally crushed by an adversary, it is necessary that one should be at least aware that the adversary is engaged in crushing one: a consciousness that was plainly denied to Miss Du Prel. Many a man far less able than Hubert had power to interest her, while he could not even hold her attention.
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