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'I suppose she will spend the afternoon with Aunt Ellen. Elsmere, what do you think of Aunt Ellen? Elsmere started, and could not help smiling into the young girl's beautiful eyes, which were radiant with fun. 'A most estimable person, he said. 'Are you on good terms with her, Miss Rose? 'Oh dear, no! she said, with a little face.
I should say from the last accounts that he was breaking. 'He had a mysterious attack of illness just before I left, said Robert gravely. 'It made one anxious. 'Oh, it is the old story. All the Wendovers have died of weak hearts or queer brains generally of both together. I imagine you had some experience of the squire's queerness at one time, Mr. Elsmere.
Never in her life before had she seen Catherine betray any such signs of physical exhaustion. Suddenly Rose ran in, shut the door carefully behind her, and rushing up to Agnes put her hands on her shoulders. 'He has proposed to her, and she has said no! 'He? What, Mr. Elsmere? How on earth can you know? 'I saw them from upstairs come to the bottom of the lane.
You are always undervaluing yourself. Why not take a friend into council sometimes when you sit in judgment on yourself and your possibilities? Your own perceptions are all warped! Langham, looking at him, thought his smile one of the most beautiful and one of the most irrelevant things he had ever seen. 'I will write to you, Elsmere, he said, holding out his hand, 'speech is impossible to me.
'In some cases, she said, and her voice sounded strained and hoarse to both of them, 'one cannot risk the old bond. On dare not trust one's self or circumstance. The responsibility is too great; one can but follow the beaten path, cling to the one thread. But don't let us talk of it anymore. We must make for that gate, Mr. Elsmere. It will bring us out on the road again close by home.
However, a day or two after the conversation we have described, Robert, going to Langham's rooms late in the afternoon to return a book which had been lent to him, perceived two figures standing talking on the hearth-rug and by the western light beating in recognized the thickset frame and broad brow of Mr. Grey. 'Come in, Elsmere, said Langham, as he stood hesitating on the threshold.
Weaknesses of Langham's sort may be amusing enough to the contemptuous and unconcerned outsider. But the general result of them, whether for the man himself or those whom he affects, is tragic, not comic; and Elsmere had good reason for knowing it.
'This is no place for you, and we are getting on capitally. She pouted a little. 'I believe you and Mrs. Elsmere are just killing yourselves all in a corner, with no one to see, she said indignantly. 'If you won't let me see, I shall send Sir Harry. But who' and her brown fawn's eyes ran startled over the cottages before her 'who, Mr. Elsmere, does this dreadful place belong to? 'Mr.
Men and women of all classes, and not only among the poor, became more real and more tragic moral truths more awful to him. It was the penalty of a highly strung nature set with exclusive intensity toward certain spiritual ends. On the first opportunity after that conversation with Hugh Flaxman which had so deeply affected her, Catherine accompanied Elsmere to his Sunday lecture.
On the last day of all, by his own persistent wish, a certain number of members of the Brotherhood came to say good-bye to him. They came in one by one, Macdonald first. The old Scotchman, from the height of his sixty years of tough weather-beaten manhood, looked down on Robert with a fatherly concern. 'Eh, Mister Elsmere, but it's a fine place yur gawin' tu, they say.
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