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And I also believe that there may be, that there must be, ideas and emotions fermenting in people's brains, quite different from those that they are supposed and ordered to cherish, and that these heresies go on working in secret for years before they become even suspected, and then suddenly the population exchange confessions." "After that the Deluge!" exclaimed Miss Du Prel.
"Better even that, than to grow old in uncongenial company," said Hadria. Valeria shrugged her shoulders. "One could go away when it became oppressive," she suggested, at which Hadria laughed. "What an ideal existence!" "Are you still dreaming of an ideal existence?" "Why not?" "Well, dream while you may," said Miss Du Prel. "My time of dreaming was the happiest of all."
Cigars were lighted, and a sense of sociability and enjoyment suffused itself, like a perfume, among the group. Lady Engleton was delighted to see Miss Du Prel again. She did so want to continue the hot discussion they were having at the Red House that afternoon, when Mr. Temperley would be so horridly logical. He smiled and twisted his moustache.
A figure appeared, in the dusk, at the further end of the avenue. It proved to be Miss Du Prel, who had come to find Hadria. Henriette had arrived unexpectedly by the late afternoon train, and Valeria had volunteered to announce her arrival to her sister-in-law. "Ah!" exclaimed Hadria, "heaven helps him who helps himself! This will fit in neatly with my plans."
Du Prel and his school say they come from a "subliminal self," and Myers picks up the term and spreads it through Anglo-Saxondom. But those queer dreams frequently include persons who oppose the self argue with it, and even down it, sometimes very much for its information, regeneration and increased stability.
When Miss Du Prel came down in her walking garments, she greeted Hadria with a certain absence of mind, which smote chill upon the girl's eagerness. "I wanted to know if you were comfortable, if I could do anything for you." Miss Du Prel woke up. "Oh no, thank you; you are very kind.
"Dear me, can I not? I suppose I forgot all about getting back, in the interest of the scenery." "What an extraordinary person!" thought Mrs. Fullerton. Miss Du Prel glanced helplessly at Hadria; rising then and looking out of the window at the dusk, which had come on so rapidly. "Dear me, how dark it has grown! Still I think I can walk it, or perhaps I can get a fly at some inn on the way."
Personally I found that this study and teaching together with attendance at classes held for teachers at South Kensington, the study for passing the First B.Sc. and Prel. Sc.
This I had probably reasoned out in sleep, and, had I dreamed, my mind might have dramatised the idea. Old Mr. Edgar, the king's secretary, might have appeared and given me the explanation. The curious may also consult, on all these things, The Philosophy of Mysticism, by Karl du Prel, translated by Mr. Massey.
Ernest surprised everyone by suggesting that possibly humanity was well served, in the long run, by reminding it of the responsibility that goes with power, and by giving it an object lesson in the decent treatment of those who can't defend themselves. "You must have sat at the Professor's feet," cried Miss Du Prel, raising her eyebrows. "I have," said Ernest, with a little gesture of pride.
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