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At the end of life it is said that he showed signs of some return to the early faith of his boyhood. That he said, just before his death, to Rev. Temperley Grey, who was visiting him in his last illness, "I feel Paul is less and less to me; and Christ is more and more."
Possibly, the observer might reflect, the gift was of that kind which lays the possessor peculiarly open to her outrageous slings and arrows. Had Mrs. Temperley shown any morbid signs of self-indulgent emotionalism the problem would have been simple enough; but this was not the case. The solitude was presently broken by the approach of an old man laden with pickaxe and shovel.
I don't know if you have all read the book? The heroine finds herself differing in her view of life from everyone round her. She is married, but she has made no secret of her scorn for the old ideals, and has announced that she has no intention of being bound by them." Mrs. Temperley glanced uneasily at Miss Du Prel. "Accordingly she does even as she had said," continued Lady Engleton.
"Why everybody's been a talkin' about it. Over varty, she war, and ought to 'a knowed better." "But, with advancing years, it is rare that people do get to know better about dying," Mrs. Temperley suggested, in defence of the deceased schoolmistress. "I means about her conduc'," Dodge explained; "scand'lous thing. Why, she's been in Craddock school since she war a little chit o' sixteen."
Temperley. The Red House was not, it would seem, an ever-flowing fount of sustaining port wine and spiritually nourishing literature. The moral evolution of the village had proceeded on those lines. The prevailing feeling was vaguely hostile; neither Mrs. Gullick nor Mrs. Dodge exactly knew why. Mrs. Temperley always ready for a chat. He spoke well of her. But Dodge was not one of many. Mrs.
From her he had learnt the lesser Catechism and the Lord's Prayer, since discarded, but useful in their proper season. Although he had ceased to be an orthodox Christian, he felt that he was the better for having been trained in that creed. He had a perfect faith in the system which had produced himself. "I think you would like my mother," said Temperley. Hadria could scarcely dispute this.
"I don't see why of necessity they should suffer." "Their share of the woe would be least of all, I think," Mrs. Temperley observed. "What ogre is going to ill-treat them? And since few of us know how to bring up so much as an earth-worm reasonably, I can't see that it matters so very much which particular woman looks after the children. Any average fool would do." Mrs.
Temperley purposely misunderstood her to say "imaginary meals," and hoped that next time she came, Hadria would not have an oratorio in course of composition. Miss Du Prel expressed a fiery interest in the oratorio. "I judge the presence of oratorio by the absence of food," Temperley explained suavely. Hadria watched the encounter with a mingled sense of amusement and discomfort.
When everyone had left, and the family were alone, they gathered round the hall fire for a final chat, before dispersing for the night. "What a delightful evening we have had, Mrs. Fullerton," said Miss Temperley. "It was most picturesque and characteristic. I shall always remember the charm and kindliness of Scottish hospitality."
"I would try again to-night, Hubert," she said in a low voice. He was silent for a moment, twirling the tassel of the curtain. "There is nothing to be really alarmed at in her ideas, regrettable as they are. She is young. That sort of thing will soon wear off after she is married." Temperley flung away the tassel. "She doesn't know what she is talking about.
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