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How he had found his way into such a nest was one of those problems which the prudent evolutionist scarcely cares to tackle. The others were in their natural place: the father a Warrender like the last dozen Warrenders who had gone before him, and the girls cast exactly in the mould of all the previous Minnies and Chattys of the family.
"I am so glad that you feel so, Theo, too." Mrs. Warrender looked round upon her children with despairing eyes. They were all his children, all Warrenders born; knowing as little about her and her ways of thinking as if she had been a stranger to them. She was indeed a stranger to them in the intimate sense. The exasperation that had been in her mind for years could be repressed no longer.
Chatty faltered a little, feeling that Mr. Cavendish had never been so intimate in the family as these questions seemed to imply. "The Wilberforces were quite well when we left," she said, with the honesty of her nature, for to be sure it was the Wilberforces rather than the Warrenders who were his friends. "Oh, never mind the Wilberforces," he said, "tell me something about you."
Lord Markland must come first, after the relations." "Why? They never took much notice of us, and my father never liked him. I don't see why he should come at all." "Oh yes, he will come, and your dear father would have liked it. The Warrenders have always thought a great deal of such things." "I am a Warrender, I hope, and I don't." "Ah, Theo, you!
Effingham, "and leave little doubt that Paul is the child of John Effingham and Mildred Warrender; but they would be beyond all cavil, were the infancy of the boy placed in an equally plain point of view, and could the reasons be known why the Warrenders abandoned him to the care of those who yielded him up to Mr. Powis." "I see but little obscurity in that," returned John Effingham.
He was not altogether a prodigal, nor would she be altogether a victim. People do not use such hard words. And the Miss Warrenders were "nice girls," whose influence might be of the greatest advantage to him. What need to say any more?
To this gentle savagery and dominion of nature the Miss Warrenders were accustomed; and in the freshness of the early summer it was sweet. They went on without speaking, for some time, and then it seemed wise to the younger sister to forestall further remark by the introduction of a new subject, which, however, was not a usual proceeding on Chatty's part.
I should have thought that everybody near would be thinking of the Warrenders, and It is coming very fast, don't you think? But it does not sound like the phaeton." "Oh no, it is not the phaeton. I'll go and look," said Geoff. He came back in a moment, crying, "I told you it's a brougham! Coming at such a pace!" "I wonder who it can be!" Lady Markland said.
Theo was in this respect wonderfully unlike the strain of the Warrenders, but he was not on that account more like his mother; and he had so much of the calm of the paternal blood in his veins along with this unmanageableness that he was as contented as the rest with the quiet of the home life, and so long as he was permitted to shut himself up with his book wished for no distraction, nay, disliked it, and thought society and amusements an intolerable bore.
She nursed them, ruled them, breathed her life into them, in vain: they were their father's children, they were Warrenders born. This was not precisely the case with Theo, her only son.
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