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Ancoats, however, appeared again to invite me to withdraw, and to suggest the names of two seconds who would, he assured me, be delighted to act for me. I pointed out to him that I was unpacked, and that to turn me out dinnerless would be simply barbarous.
I remember I was going one day through one of the worst slums of Ancoats, when a passage in his examination of the origin of evil occurred to me: "But we should further consider that the very blemishes and defects of nature are not without their use, in that they make an agreeable sort of variety, and augment the beauty of the rest of creation, as shades in a picture serve to set off the brighter and more enlightened parts."
But he once said some kind words to me about my son, and I know that Ancoats desired his friendship. His help might save us. I can say no more." Tressady looked up quickly, reddening involuntarily. "Was Fontenoy there did he agree?" "Fontenoy agreed," said Maxwell, in the same measured voice. "In fact, you grasp our petition.
And now more than ever since my walk with that boy Ancoats." "Tell me about it," she said eagerly. "Could you get nothing out of him?" Maxwell shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. He vows that everything is all right; that he knows a pack of slanderers have been 'yelping at him, and he wishes both they and his mother would let him alone." "His mother!" cried Marcella, outraged.
She stood there in the darkness, leaning against the man she loved, her heart beating fast and stormily. How could the world thus misconceive and thwart him? And what could she do? Her mind ran passionately through a hundred schemes, refusing to submit to see him baffled and defeated. To Lord Ancoats himself this party of his mother's was an oppression and a nuisance.
The mill-girls standing on the Ancoats pavements; the drunken lurryman tottering out from the public-house to his lurry under the biting sleet of February; the ragged barefoot boys and girls swarming and festering in the slums; the young men struggling all about him for subsistence and success these for the first time became realities to him, entered into that pondering of 'whence and whither' to which he had been always destined, and whereon he was now consciously started.
But in his weakness and sehnsucht he dwelt upon the thought of Lucy more and more. Then Dora foolish saint! came upon the scene. Lucy found her way to the street in Ancoats where Dora lived, the morning after her talk with David, and the two cousins spent an agitated hour together. Lucy could hardly find time to ask Dora about her sorrows, so occupied was she in recounting all her own adventures.
'Down in Ancoats, I expect. He told me he had a committee there to-day after work, about those houses he's going to pull down. He's got Mr. Buller and Mr. Haycraft and' Lucy named some half-dozen more rich and well-known men 'to help him, and they're going to pull down one of the worst bits of James Street, David says, and build up new houses for working people. He's wild about it.
They talked first of the Ancoats incident, George supplementing his letters by some little verbal pictures of Ancoats's life and surroundings that made Maxwell laugh grimly from time to time. As to Mrs. Allison, Maxwell reported that Ancoats seemed to have gained his point. There was talk of the marriage coming off some time in the winter. "Well, Fontenoy has earned his prize," said George.
"Then there is something in the stories!" she cried. "Of course, Frank told me there was nothing. And the Maxwells have not said a word. And now I understand why Lady Kent has been dinning it into my ears I could only be thankful Mrs. Allison was safe at church that Ancoats should marry early.
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