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"Well," said the doctor thoughtfully, "there is a great deal, I am sure, in what you say, and I think my dear wife and myself are getting round to be pretty much of one mind with you now on these important matters." It was with much regret that Dr Prosser and his wife took their leave of the vicarage and its inmates on the first of May.
What would you do in a case like this? I go to a theatre to see a play, and what do I find? He paused, and eyed his host impressively. 'What's that tune they're playing? said Mr Prosser. 'You hear it everywhere. One of these Viennese things, I suppose. Owen was annoyed. He began to doubt whether, after all, Mr Prosser's virtues as a confidant were not more apparent than real.
No one spoke for a while, and then Mrs Prosser asked, "What do you think, dear Miss Maltby, of these female guilds, and societies, and clubs?" "I think very ill of them," was the reply; "for they substitute, or are in danger of substituting, self-imposed rules and motives for the simple rules and constraining motives set before us in God's Word." "I don't quite understand you," said the other.
Crowded out of the higher pursuits of labor, certain other enterprising business men of this group organized the Guild of Caterers. This was composed of such men as Bogle, Prosser, Dorsey, Jones and Minton. The aim was to elevate the Negro waiter and cook from the plane of menials to that of progressive business men.
Dr Prosser was disappointed; for he had hoped to find in his wife, not merely or chiefly an intellectual and highly educated companion, but one in whose society he could entirely unbend one who would make his home bright by causing him to forget for a while science and the busy whirl of the world in the beautiful womanly tendernesses which rejoice a husband's heart, and smooth out the wrinkles from his brow.
And, indeed, sorry as Dr Prosser was that he should miss seeing his old lady friends, he was satisfied that their place would be well supplied by the vicar's sister. Miss Maltby was considerably older than her brother, and had been almost in the position of a parent to him when he had, in his early life, lost his own mother.
He did not long keep this theory to himself, but let it out by degrees with no stint of oaths and threats, believing that some domestic traitor held the thread of the conspiracy. Indeed it was time something were done; for not only his servants, but good Mrs. Prosser herself, had grown to look unhappy and anxious.
No physical blow could have unmanned him more completely than this hideous disappointment just when, by a miracle, everything seemed to be running his way. 'Sooner ride than walk, said Mr Prosser, pushing his head through the open window. 'Laziness slackness that's the curse of the modern young man. Where shall I tell him to drive to? Owen mentioned his address.
It was, then, as a disappointed man that Dr Prosser sat with his feet on the drawing-room polished fender with his chair tilted back. Moodily gazing at the cheerless fire, he had become sunk deep in absorbing meditation, when a rushing step on the stairs roused him from his reverie, and scattered for the time all painful thoughts.
Alderman Harper, of High Street, Dublin, and my Lord Castlemallard, who, in virtue of his cousinship to the young heir's mother, had undertaken for him the management of the tiny estate on which the Tiled or Tyled House for I find it spelt both ways stood. This Alderman Harper had agreed for a lease of the house for his daughter, who was married to a gentleman named Prosser.
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