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They were never quite certain whether Prothero was a prophet or a fool. They could not understand a mixed type, and he was so manifestly both. "The only sane political work for an intelligent man is to get the world-state ready. For that we have to prepare an aristocracy " "Your world-state will be aristocratic?" some one interpolated. "Of course it will be aristocratic.
'Oh, Netta! Netta! was all she could say, when they asked her what was the matter. 'Never mind her, mother, but get better, said Mr Prothero, his usually rosy face almost as pale as his wife's. 'If you please, sir, we will lay her on the bed, said Gladys. 'Not here not here, gasped Mrs Prothero.
Upon the one he was thinking of the vast problems of a society of a hundred million people staggering on the verge of anarchy, and upon the other he was perplexed by the feverish inattention of Prothero to the tremendous things that were going on all about them.
A boy of nearly nineteen ought to have at least the beginnings of SAVOIR FAIRE. Was he in the right set? Was he indeed in the right college? Trinity, by his account, seemed a huge featureless place and might he not conceivably be LOST in it? In those big crowds one had to insist upon oneself. Poff never insisted upon himself except quite at the wrong moment. And there was this Billy Prothero.
Owen's good-for-nothing now but sitting with his arm round Gladys' waist all day long, and I hate those sort of follies. 'Oh! Davy, said Mrs Prothero, 'young people will be young people, and I'm sure no one can be so modest as Gladys, 'Well, I'm of Netta's opinion, and the sooner they're married the better.
Mrs Jenkins' unmitigated falsehoods did Netta a great deal of good; they cheered her, and gave her hope for the time. Gladys doubted whether hopes so based, and to be so miserably crushed, were to be encouraged, but she had not the heart to undeceive her. When Mr Prothero returned home that evening, he was surprised to see Netta looking so much more cheerful than she had done since her return.
She was too shabby, or I should have been seure of the face. Only when she saw me she turned away and went on. 'Which way? 'Oh, down the Carmarthen road, seure. 'You'll excuse my hurrying on, Mrs Davies; I want to call at Lewis, Dryslwyn. 'To be seure. Good morning, Mr Prothero. The worthy farmer rode off at a gallop, till he was more than out of sight of Mrs Davies.
I must beg my readers to pass over in their imaginations one twelvemonth, of which I do not mean to say anything, and to accompany me to the gate at Glanyravon Farm, where they first made acquaintance with Mrs Prothero and Gladys. A hasty glance will suffice to show that all is much the same at this said gate as it was ten years ago, save and except that the extraneous accompaniments are changed.
Miss Gwynne waited until she heard Mr Prothero come down from his wife's room, calling busily for Owen, who was in the wheat-field, and telling him to go and fetch Dr Richards. She then called Gladys, and said she should have whatever her mistress could fancy from the Park, and that she would come again in the afternoon and see how she was.
Whilst he was wiping them, however, Miss Hall read from the Times the report of a meeting for forming a ragged school in Rowland's parish, in which was the following paragraph: 'The Reverend Rowland Prothero, curate of the parish, made a very clear and able speech upon the subject, and brought forward a well-digested plan for the school, which will probably be adopted.
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