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If it were really injured, if it hindered his music if it stopped it it would just kill him!" "Very likely it is only a simple injury which will quickly heal," said Falloden coldly. "Sorell has taken him up to town this afternoon to see the best man he can get. We shall know to-morrow, but there is really no reason to expect anything dreadful." "How did it happen?"
I'm downright, I know, but I'm not hypocritical. The world's just run on white lies nowadays and I can't stand it. I don't tell any if I can help. "Oh, and there is Penfold Rectory not very far off and a very nice man there, though too 'broad' for Winifred. He tells me he's going to have some people staying with him a Mr. Sorell, and a young musician with a Polish name I can't remember it. Mr.
"Hope for the best, you foolish old woman!" she said to herself "'Male and female made He them! world without end Amen!" "Well?" She moved towards them, as they entered the room; holding out her hands with a merry, significant gesture. Otto and Sorell turned. Connie crimson threw herself on Mrs. Mulholland's neck and kissed her.
"It is pleasant to see that your cousin enjoys Oxford so much," said Sorell, as they neared the museum, and saw Pryce and Connie disappearing through the gate of the park. "Yes. She seems to like it," said Alice coldly. Sorell began to talk of his first acquaintance with the Risboroughs, and of Connie's mother. There was no hint in what he said of his own passionate affection for his dead friends.
At the same time Lady Marcia wrote continually, describing the plans that were being made to entertain her eager, affectionate letters, very welcome in spite of their oddity to the girl's sore and orphaned mood. No she really couldn't frame some clumsy excuse, and throw her aunts over. She must go, and trust to luck. And there would be Sorell and Otto to fall back upon to take refuge with.
But that he should ease his remorse at Otto's expense, by offering what he could never fulfil, and by taking the place of some one on whom Otto could have really leaned that seemed to Sorell all of a piece with the man's egotism, his epicurean impatience of anything that permanently made him uncomfortable or unhappy. He put something of this into impetuous words as well as he could.
And after some hours he comes back, limp and worn out, but quite himself again as though he had gone through some terrible wrestle and escaped. "Mr. Sorell gave him, a little while ago, a wonderful new automatic thing a piano-player, I think they call it. It works with a roll like a musical box and has pedals. But Otto can't do much with it.
"I don't know anything I never learnt anything. And everybody here's so appallingly clever!" Then she declared that she would go and have tea with the Master of Beaumont, and ask his advice. "He told me to learn something" the tone was one of depression, passing into rebellion "but I don't want to learn anything! I want to do something!" Sorell laughed at her. "Learning is doing!"
Then Sorell claimed him, and hurried him up to London for doctors and consultations since the effort of the examination had left him much exhausted. Meanwhile the frost held, and all Oxford went skating. Constance performed indifferently, and both Nora and Uncle Ewen were bent upon improving her.
Sorell thought he detected once or twice that Falloden had taken steps to procure invitations to houses where Constance was expected; but when they did meet it was evident that he got but a small share of her attention. Once Sorell saw them in what appeared intimate conversation at a Christ Church party.
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