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And now Henrietta did not very much want to make friends. She would have thought intimacy a little schoolgirlish, a little beneath a middle-aged lady's dignity. Her parents had been a very ordinary couple in a country town. They and the society they frequented were uncultivated, and uninterested in everything that was going on in the world outside.
The cramped, somewhat schoolgirlish writing is the mute, pathetic witness of one of the saddest tragedies, that era of sorrow and crime has ever known: To the Representatives of the People now sitting in Assembly at the National Convention You trust and believe in the Representative of the people: Citizen-Deputy Paul Deroulede. He is false, and a traitor to the Republic.
She could do so with impunity, because her own was indubitably beyond criticism. Some she wholly condemned, and there was not one which earned her unreserved approval. All the absurd fastidiousness of her schoolgirlish provinciality emerged in that eager, affected torrent of remarks.
Involuntarily, Gyp raised her hand to her own roses. His eyes met hers; he bowed just a little lower. Then, quite naturally, put the roses to his lips as he was walking off the platform. Gyp dropped her hand, as if it had been stung. Then, with the swift thought: "Oh, that's schoolgirlish!" she contrived a little smile. But her cheeks were flushing.
Trite and laboured and schoolgirlish enough those epistles seemed to their writer. To Saxham they were drops of rain upon the parching soil of his heart, the one good that life had for him in this final lap of the race. And yet he had ceased to write that they might come no more.
You don't care if he dies of some hideous tropical disease." "I care awfully. But I can't marry him. He knows why." "It's more than I do. If you're thinking of Jerrold, you needn't. I thought you'd done with that schoolgirlish nonsense." "I'm not 'thinking' of him. I'm not 'thinking' of anybody and I wish you'd leave me alone."
"I saw the rose" and he smiled a wonderfully agreeable, undragonlike smile, which put him back to thirty-two "but I was looking out for a very different sort of er young lady." "Why?" I asked, losing my presence of mind. "I well, really, I don't know why," said he. "And I was looking for a very different sort of man," I retorted, feeling idiotically schoolgirlish, and sillier every minute.
I know it was perfectly schoolgirlish of me, and I ought to have outgrown such sentimentality with my teens; but if you could see Sir Lionel, and understand the sort of man he is, you wouldn't think me so outrageous. That he he, of all men should care to keep anything which would remind him of an insignificant child like me!
She remembered how she had written home enthusiastic, schoolgirlish letters about the handsome man who sat across the dining table from her. It had seemed exciting, romantic, that only the three of them really should live in the great brownstone house the Young Doctor, the Superintendent who made a perfect chaperon and herself.
"Because I didn't want to behave badly. If I did, it was because I don't quite know the game yet. And I wanted to tell you that I didn't really mean to be silly and schoolgirlish, and disgrace you and Mrs. Norton." Then it was his turn to apologize, and he did it thoroughly. He said that I hadn't been silly, and so far from disgracing him, he was proud of me "proud of his ward."
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