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Updated: July 26, 2025
Then Jack Ives said: "Mrs. Wentworth has promised to be my wife, Miss Queenborough." For a moment, hardly perceptible, Trix hesitated; then, with the most winning, touching, sweetest smile in the world, she said: "So you took my advice, and our afternoon walk was not wasted, after all?" Mrs.
Thence to my office, and after several letters writ, home to supper and to bed, and took a pill. I hear this day that Sir W. Batten was fain to put ashore at Queenborough with my Lady, who has been so sick she swears never to go to sea again. But it happens well that Holmes is come home into the Downes, where he will meet my Lady, and it may be do her more good than she looked for.
Newhaven remarked on his absence with an air of relief, and Miss Trix treated it as a matter of no importance; Lady Queenborough was all smiles; and Dora Polton restricted herself to exclaiming, as I sat by her at tea, in a low tone and a propos of nothing in particular, "Oh, well poor Mr. Ives!"
Carlyle. After this intervention of Jack's I had not a chance. I ate my dinner without the sauce of sympathy, substituting for it a certain amusement which I derived from studying the face of Miss Trix Queenborough, who was placed on the opposite side of the table. And if Trix did look now and again at Mrs. Wentworth and Jack Ives, I cannot say that her conduct was unnatural.
She called him a delightful boy, and said that she was intensely interested in all his aims and hopes. "What does she want?" I asked Dora despairingly. "She can't want to marry him." I was referring to Trix Queenborough, not to Mrs. Wentworth. "Good gracious, no!" answered Dora, irritably. "It's simple jealousy. She won't let the poor boy alone till he's in love with her again.
Newhaven whose appearance, by the way, though hardly distinguished, was not quite so unornamental as the curate had led us to expect looked slightly displeased, but Jack gave him no time for remonstrance. He whisked Trix off, and began to serve all in a moment. I had a vision of Lady Queenborough approaching from the house with face aghast.
"I won't stand it!" he was declaring. "I never know how she'll treat me from one minute to the next." My entrance, of course, stopped the conversation very abruptly. Newhaven had come to a stand in the middle of the room, and Lady Queenborough sat on the sofa, a formidable frown on her brow.
And one day or another I may be hung up at the yard-arm of a Commonwealth Heaven bless the mark! a Commonwealth cruiser! or scare crows from a gibbet off Sheerness or Queenborough, or be made an example of for some act of piracy committed on the high seas!" "But why commit such acts? You have wherewithal to live respectably quietly."
His behavior, was, in fact, so exemplary, that even Lady Queenborough relaxed her severity, and condescended to cross-examine him on the morals and manners of the old women of the parish. "Oh, the Vicar looks after them," said Jack; and he turned to Mrs. Wentworth again. There can be no doubt that Mrs. Wentworth had a remarkable power of sympathy.
This may show us wherein personal identity consists: not in the identity of substance, but, as I have said, in the identity of consciousness, wherein if Socrates and the present mayor of Queenborough agree, they are the same person: if the same Socrates waking and sleeping do not partake of the same consciousness, Socrates waking and sleeping is not the same person.
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