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Ladies had ceased to beam; they glanced meaningly at one another, and then from under their eyelids at the supposed heretic. 'A fine fellow, Walsh! exclaimed Buckland, clapping vigorously. His father smiled, but with some uneasiness. Mrs. Warricombe whispered to Sidwell: 'What a very disagreeable face! The only one of the Professors who doesn't seem a gentleman.
Of Marcella Moxey he could not think emotionally; indeed she emphasised by her personality the lack which caused his suffering. Sidwell Warricombe suggested, more completely than any woman he had yet observed, that companionship without which life must to the end taste bitter.
This was the first time that she had received him without the countenance of Mrs. Warricombe. Observing her perfect manner, as she sat down and began to talk, he asked himself what her age really was. The question had never engaged his thoughts.
Though he had consistently guarded himself against the obvious suggestions arising out of his intercourse with the Warricombe family, though he still emphasised every discouraging fact, and strove to regard it as axiomatic that nothing could be more perilous to his future than a hint of presumption or self-interest in word or deed beneath that friendly roof, it was coming to pass that he thought of Sidwell not only as the type of woman pursued by his imagination, but as herself the object of his converging desires.
What if this hypocritic comedy were altogether superfluous? What if Mr. Warricombe would have received him no less cordially had he avowed his sincere position, and contented himself with guarding against offensiveness? Buckland, it was true, had suffered in his father's esteem on account of his unorthodoxy, but that young man had been too aggressive, too scornful.
As soon as silence was restored, the Principal's gracious voice delivered a summons to 'Buckland Martin Warricombe. A burst of acclamation, coming especially from that part of the amphitheatre where Whitelaw's nurslings had gathered in greatest numbers, seemed to declare the second prizeman distinctly more popular than the first.
How do you think of London, Miss Warricombe? Which of its aspects most impresses you? Sidwell answered rather indefinitely, and ended by mentioning that in Villette, which she had just re-read, Charlotte Bronte makes a contrast between the City and the West End, and greatly prefers the former. 'Do you agree with her, Mr. Peak? 'No, I can't.
Warricombe shook his head, and with a laugh rose to say good-night. 'It's a great pity, he remarked next day to Sidwell, who had been saying that her brother seemed less vivacious than usual, 'that Buckland is defective on the side of humour. For a man who claims to be philosophical he takes things with a rather obtuse seriousness.
With involuntary attempt to recover the familiar self he grasped his own wrist, and then, before he was aware, a laugh escaped him, an all but mocking laugh, unsuitable enough to the spirit of the moment. Mr Warricombe was startled, but looked up with a friendly smile. 'You fear, he said, 'that this last speculation may seem rather fanciful to me?
Warricombe came here, neither Christian nor I would have enlightened him about about your past. It happened most unfortunately that Mr. Malkin was present, and he it was who began to speak of the Critical article and other things. I was powerless to prevent it. 'Why trouble about it? I quite believe your account. 'You do believe it? You know I would not have injured you?
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