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The more anxious her father seemed to dispose of her in the marriage market, the more tenaciously she clung to the privileges of spinsterhood. 'I hope you are not in a hurry to get rid of me, father, she said at breakfast one morning, when Dr. Rylance urged the claims of a cultured youth in the War Office. 'No, my dear; I don't think I have shown any undue haste.
Wendover of the Abbey, asserted Miss Rylance. 'Would she? The Earl of Burleigh's wife had been poor, and yet did not enjoy being rich and great, said Bessie. 'It killed her, poor thing. And yet she had married for love, and had no remorse of conscience to weigh her down. 'She was a sensitive little fool, said Ida; 'I have no patience with her.
'You little idiot; did you ever see my father in a stove-pipe hat on a week-day? cried Reg, with infinite scorn. 'Then it's Brian. 'Brian is in Norway. The gentleman looked up and greeted them all with a comprehensive smile. It was Dr. Rylance. 'So glad I have found you, young people, he said blandly.
She even missed the excitement of her little skirmishes, her passages-at-arms, with Urania Rylance, in which she had generally got the best of the argument. There had been life and emotion in these touch-and-go speeches, covert sneers, quick retorts, innuendoes met and flung back in the very face of the sneerer. Now there was nothing but dull, dead monotony.
'There is nothing so laboriously dismal as a semi-fashionable watering-place. Talk as she might, Miss Rylance could not sour Bessie's happy disposition with the vinegar of discontent.
Rylance looks twenty years younger since the engagement. He was beginning to get weighed down by Urania. You remember with what a firm hand he managed her in days gone by! Well, after she took to Huxley and Darwin, and the rest of them, that was all over.
I can sympathize with you better than you may suppose, Miss Palliser. I have had to fight my battle. I was not always Dr. Rylance, of Cavendish Square; and I did not enter a world in which there was a fine estate waiting for me, like the owner of this place. 'But you have conquered fortune, and by your own talents, said Ida. 'That must be a proud thought. Dr.
It was evening, the hour or so of leisure allowed for the preparation of studies and the writing of home letters. Miss Rylance unlocked her desk, and took out her paper and pens; but, having got so far as this, she seemed rather inclined to join in the conversation than to begin her letter.
Ida was thoughtful, Urania obviously sullen, Bessie amiably stupid; but Dr. Rylance appeared to think that they were all enjoying themselves intensely. 'Now this is what I call really delightful, he said, as he poured out the sparkling Devonshire cider with as stately a turn of his wrist as if the liquor had been Cliquot or Roederer.
And then Miss Rylance told how in frolic mood his penniless cousin had been palmed upon Miss Palliser as the owner of the Abbey; how she had fallen readily into the trap, and had carried on a clandestine acquaintance which had resulted in her expulsion from the school where she had filled the subordinate position of pupil-teacher.
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