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"Ella was happy partly because Lady Sunderbund was hurt and left desolated...." "Both of them are still living upon nothings. Living for nothings. A phantom way of living...." He stared blankly at the humming blue gas jets amidst the incandescent asbestos for a space.
So that now the bishop, punctuated very prettily by Lady Sunderbund, began to measure for the first time the extent of his departure from the old innate convictions of Otteringham Rectory. He said that it was strange to find doubt coming so late in life, but perhaps it was only in recent years that his faith had been put to any really severe tests. It had been sheltered and unchallenged.
There was a plan; at the time it seemed a right and reasonable plan; for setting up a chapel in London, a very plain and simple undenominational chapel, for the simple preaching of the world kingdom of God. There was some one who seemed prepared to meet all the immediate demands for such a chapel." "Was it Lady Sunderbund?" asked Clementina. Scrope was pulled up abruptly. "Yes," he said.
Why must Miriam put the fantastic question as though it was not for her to decide: "Are we still Christians?" And pursuing this thought, why couldn't Lady Sunderbund set up in religion for herself without going about the world seeking for a priest and prophet. Were women Undines who must get their souls from mortal men? And who was it tempted men to set themselves up as priests?
A stronger man of permanently clear aims might possibly turn Lady Sunderbund into a useful opportunity, oblige her to provide the rostrum he needed; but for himself, he knew he had neither the needed strength nor clearness; she would smother him in decoration, overcome him by her picturesque persistence. It might be ridiculous to run away from her, but it was necessary.
They all t'y to lea'n E'se, and it wo'ies them and makes them hate England moa and moa." "He is orthodox. He is what I call orthodox to the ridiculous extent." "'idiculous." A deep-toned gong proclaimed breakfast over a square mile or so of territory, and Lady Sunderbund turned about mechanically towards the house. But they continued their discussion. She started indeed a new topic.
He addressed himself rather more definitely to Lady Ella. "She's a woman of a very extraordinary character, highly emotional, energetic, generous to an extraordinary extent...." Daphne made a little noise like a comment. A faint acerbity in her father's voice responded. "Anyhow you make a mistake if you think that the personality of Lady Sunderbund has very much to do with this thing now.
She didn't know if he had read "The Light under the Altar"? "He's vicar of Wombash in my diocese," said the bishop with restraint. "It's wonde'ful stuff," said Lady Sunderbund. "It's spi'tually cold, but it's intellectually wonde'ful. But we want that with spi'tuality. We want it so badly. If some one " She became daring. She bit her under lip and flashed her spirit at him.
"Well, Lady Sunderbund," he said, "I can assure you that I think you will be no small addition to the church life of Princhester. But I warn you this is a hard-working and exacting diocese. We shall take your money, all we can get of it, we shall take your time, we shall work you hard." "Wo'k me hard!" cried Lady Sunderbund with passion.
The second letter was from Lady Sunderbund, and it was an altogether more remarkable document. Lady Sunderbund wrote on a notepaper that was evidently the result of a perverse research, but she wrote a letter far more coherent than her speech, and without that curious falling away of the r's that flavoured even her gravest observations with an unjust faint aroma of absurdity.
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