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Updated: June 25, 2025
Prothero had stopped to have a chat at the Hunters' carriage as he walked towards the dressing tent. "Our hopes are all centered in you, Mr. Prothero," Mr. Hunter said. "Miss Hannay has been wagering gloves in a frightfully reckless way." "I should advise you to hedge if you can, Miss Hannay," he said. "I think there is no doubt that Mameluke is a good deal faster than Seila.
The doctor had just gone into the house, and knots of men and women stood about with sorrowful faces; kind neighbours who came one after another to hear the last report as soon as he should again reappear. Mrs Prothero was greatly beloved, and no one could afford to lose her. 'She was so bad last night that she was not expected to see the morning, whispered one.
'How happy she seems; she looks twenty years younger; and he, an elderly, iron-grey clergyman; it would be ridiculous, only it is all so true and good. I suppose, after all, there is something grand, as the poet says, in constancy, and love, and the like; and I ought to pity Rowland Prothero, if he really cares for me.
'I have no friends in the world miss, asthore; my father died years ago, and my mother, brother, and sister all died of this horrible famine and pestilence! oh me! oh me! The tears flowed still faster, and Mrs Prothero begged her to be silent, and not to excite herself; but with restless eagerness she went on, as if anxious to pour forth her sorrows whilst she felt the strength to do so.
To come back again.... So it was with Benham. Sometimes he was set clearly towards this world-state that Prothero had talked into possibility. Sometimes he was simply abreast of the patriotic and socially constructive British Imperialism of Breeze and Westerton.
It made Prothero none the less indignant with this, that there was indeed a grain of truth in it. He hated superiors, he felt for inferiors. At last came the hour of tipping. An embarrassed and miserable Prothero went slinking about the house distributing unexpected gold. It was stupid, it was damnable; he had had to borrow the money from his mother.... Lady Marayne felt he had escaped her.
He started up, and whilst the blood rushed to his face, said coolly, 'To what am I indebted for the honour of a visit from Mr Prothero? I think I sent you a message to the effect that I am not now in a position to receive company. My chambers are anything but suited to convivial society, and I prefer solitude just at present.
What else is there?" "A life isn't necessarily sordid because it isn't pretentious," said Prothero, his voice betraying a defensive disposition. "But a life with a large income MUST be sordid unless it makes some sort of attempt to be fine...."
I would go anywhere for my poor mother's sake! The girl clasped her hands and looked imploringly at Owen. He was silenced by the appeal of the eyes he did not believe in. Mrs Prothero glanced at him reproachfully, and said, 'It is such a common Welsh name that I am afraid it would be no guide to you, unless you would remember the place where he lived.
'My mistress is very ill, ma'am, said Gladys. 'Ill! Since when? 'Ever since Miss Netta left, ma'am. 'Do Mr Prothero be in the house, or Mr Owen? 'They are out harvesting, ma'am. 'Tell you Mrs Prothero that I do bring message from Mrs Howel Jenkins for her, and that I was promising to give it myself. Gladys did not know what to do.
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