RosalieVanderpoelwasaclean—mindedlittleperson,herpeoplewereoftheclean—mindedtype,thereforeshedidnotunderstandallthatthisironicspeechimplied,butshegatheredenoughofitssignificancetocausehertoturnfirstredandthenpaleandthentoburstintotears。ShewascryingandtryingtoconcealthefactwhenHannahreturned。Shebentherheadandtouchedhereyesfurtivelywhilehertoilettewascompleted。
SirNigelhadretiredfromthescene,buthehaddonesofeelingthathehadplantedaseedandbestowedapracticallesson。Hehad,itistrue,bestowedone,butagainshehadnotunderstooditssignificanceandwasonlyleftbewilderedandunhappy。Shebegantobenervousanduncertainaboutherselfandabouthismoodsandpointsofview。Shehadneverbeenmadetofeelsoathome。Everyonehadbeenkindtoherandlenienttoherlackofbrilliancy。Noonehadexpectedhertobebrilliant,andshehadbeenquitesweet—
temperedlyresignedtothefactthatshewasnotthekindofgirlwhoshoneeitherinsocietyorelsewhere。Shedidnotresentthefactthatsheknewpeoplesaidofher,"Sheisn’tintheleastbitbright,RosyVanderpoel,butshe’sanice,sweetlittlething。"Shehadtriedtobeniceandsweetandhadaspiredtonothinghigher。
Butnowthatseemedsomuchlessthanenough。PerhapsNigeloughttohavemarriedoneofthecleverones,someonewhowouldhaveknownhowtounderstandhimandwhowouldhavebeenmoreentertainingthanshecouldbe。Perhapsshewasbeginningtoborehim,perhapshewasfindingheroutandbeginningtogettired。Atthispointthealwaystooreadytearswouldrisetohereyesandshewouldbeoverwhelmedbyasenseofhomesickness。Oftenshecriedherselfsilentlytosleep,longingforhermother——hernice,comfortable,ordinarymother,whomshehadseveraltimesfeltNigelhadsomedifficultyinbeingunreservedlypoliteto——thoughhehadbeenpoliteonthesurface。
Bythetimetheylandedshehadbeenlivingundersomuchstraininherefforttoseemquiteunchanged,thatshehadlosthernerve。Shedidnotfeelwellandwassometimesafraidthatshemightdosomethingsillyandhystericalinspiteofherself,begintocryforinstancewhentherewasreallynoexplanationforherdoingit。ButwhenshereachedLondonthenoveltyofeverythingsoexcitedherthatshethoughtshewasgoingtobebetter,andthenshesaidtoherselfitwouldbeprovedtoherthatallherfearshadbeennonsense。Thisreturnofhopemadeherquitelight—spirited,andshewasalmostgayinherlittleoutburstsofdelightandadmirationasshedroveaboutthestreetswithherhusband。Shedidnotknowthatheringenuousignoranceofthingshehadknownallhislife,herraptureovercommonmonumentsofhistory,ledhimtosaytohimselfthathefeltratherasifheweretakingahousemaidtoseeaLordMayor’sShow。
BeforegoingtoStornhamCourttheyspentafewdaysintown。Therehadbeennointentionofproclaimingtheirpresencetotheworld,andtheydidnotdoso,butunluckilycertaintradesmendiscoveredthefactthatSirNigelAnstruthershadreturnedtoEnglandwiththebridehehadsecuredinNewYork。Theconclusiontobededucedfromthiscircumstancewasthattheparticularmomentwasagoodoneatwhichtosendinbillsfor"acct。rendered。"ThetradesmenquitesharedAnstruthers’pointofview。Theirreasoningwasdelightfullysimpleandtheywerewhollyunawarethatitmighthavebeencalledgross。Amanoverhisheadandearsindebtnaturallyexpectedhiscreditorswouldbepaidbytheyoungwomanwhohadmarriedhim。Americahadinthesedaysbeensolittleexploredbythethriftyimpecuniouswell—bornthatitsingenuoussentimentalityincertainmatterswasbynomeanscomprehended。
ByeachpostSirNigelreceivednumerousbills。Sometimeslettersaccompaniedthem,andonceortwicerespectfulbutfirmmalepersonsbroughtthembyhandanddemandedinterviewswhichirritatedSirNigelextremely。GiventimetoarrangematterswithRosalie,totrainhertosomesenseofherduty,hebelievedthatthe"acct。rendered"couldbewipedoff,buthesawhemusthavetime。Shewassuchalittlefool。Againandagainhewasfuriousatthefatewhichhadforcedhimtotakeher。
ThetruthwasthatRosalieknewnothingwhateveraboutunpaidbills。ReubenVanderpoel’sdaughtershadneverencounteredanindignanttradesmanintheirlives。Whentheywentinto"stores"theywerereceivedwithunfeignedrapture。
Everythingwasdraggedforthtobedisplayedtothem,attendantswaitedtoleapforthtosupplytheirsmallestbehest。
Theyknewnootherphaseofexistencethantheoneinwhichonecouldbuyanythingonewantedandpayanypricedemandedforit。
ConsequentlyRosaliedidnotrecognisesignswhichwouldhavebeenobviouslyrecognisablebytheinitiated。IfSirNigelAnstruthershadbeenaniceyoungfellowwhohadlovedher,andhehadbeenhonestenoughtomakeacleanbreastofhisdifficulties,shewouldhavethrownherselfintohisarmsandimploredhimeffusivelytomakeuseofallheravailablefunds,andifthesupplyhadbeeninsufficient,wouldhaveimmediatelywrittentoherfatherforfurtherdonations,knowingthatherappealwouldberespondedtoatonce。ButSirNigelAnstrutherscherishednosentimentforanyotherindividualthanhimself,andhehadnointentionofexplainingthathismerevanityhadcausedhimtomisleadher,thathisrankandestatecountedfornothingandthathewasinfactapauperloadedwithdishonestdebts。Hewantedmoney,buthewantedittobegiventohimasifheconferredafavourbyreceivingit。
Itmustbetransferredtohimasthoughitwerehisbyright。
Whatdidamanmarryfor?Thereforehiswife’sunconsciousnessthatshewasinflictingoutrageuponhimbyhermerementalattitudefilledhisbeingwithslowlyrisinggall。
PoorRosaliewentjoyfullyforthshoppingafterthemannerofallnewlyarrivedAmericans。SheboughtnewtoilettesandgewgawsandpresentsforherfriendsandrelationsinNewYork,andeachpackagewhichwasdeliveredatthehoteladdedtoSirNigel’srage。
Thatthelittleblockheadshouldbeallowedtodowhatshelikedwithhermoneyandthatheshouldnotbeabletoforbidher!Thishesaidtohimselfatintervalsoffiveminutesthroughtheday——whichledtoanothersmallepisode。
"Youarespendingagreatdealofmoney,"hesaidonemorninginhiscondemnatorymanner。Rosalielookedupfromthelaceflouncewhichhadjustbeendeliveredandgavethelittlenervouslaugh,whichwasbecomingentirelyuncertainofpropitiating。
"AmI?"sheanswered。"TheysayallAmericansspendagooddeal。"
"Yourmoneyoughttobeinproperhandsandproperlymanaged,"hewentonwithcoldprecision。"IfyouwereanEnglishwoman,yourhusbandwouldcontrolit。"
"Wouldhe?"Thesimple,sweet—temperedobtusenessofhertonewasaninfuriatingthingtohim。Therewastheusualshadeoftroubledsurpriseinhereyesastheymethis。
"Idon’tthinkmeninAmericaeverdothat。Idon’tbelievetheniceoneswantto。Youseetheyhavesuchaprideaboutalwaysgivingthingstowomen,andtakingcareofthem。I
believeaniceAmericanmanwouldbreakstonesinthestreetratherthantakemoneyfromawoman——evenhiswife。Imeanwhilehecouldwork。Ofcourseifhewasillorhadillluckoranythinglikethat,hewouldn’tbesoproudasnottotakeitfromthepersonwholovedhimmostandwantedtohelphim。
Youdosometimeshearofamanwhowon’tworkandletshiswifesupporthim,butit’sveryseldom,andtheyarealwaysthelowkindthatothermenlookdownon。"
"Wantedtohelphim。"SirNigelselectedthephraseandquoteditbetweenpuffsofthecigarheheldinhisfine,rathercruel—lookinghands,andhisvoiceexpressedanottoosubtlesneer。"Awomanisnot`helping’herhusbandwhenshegiveshimcontrolofherfortune。Sheisonlydoingherdutyandacceptingherproperpositionwithregardtohim。Thelawusedtosettlethethingdefinitely。"
"Did—didit?"Rosyfalteredweakly。Sheknewhewasoffendedagainandthatshewasoncemoresomehowinthewrong。Somanythingsaboutherseemedtodispleasehim,andwhenhewasdispleasedhealwaysremindedherthatshewasstupidly,objectionablyguiltyofnotbeinganEnglishwoman。
Whatsoeverithappenedtobe,thefaultshehadcommittedoutofherdepthofignorance,hedidnotforgetit。Itwasnohabitofhistoendeavourtodismissoffences。Hepreferredtoholdtheminpossessionasiftheyweretreasuresandtoturnthemoverandover,inthementalseclusionwhichnourishesthegrowthofinjuries,sincewithinitsbarriersthereisnochanceoftheirbeingpalliatedbytheapologiesorexplanationsoftheoffender。
DuringtheirjourneytoStornhamCourtthenextdayhewasinoneofhisblackmoods。Onceintherailwaycarriagehepaidsmallattentiontohiswife,butsatrigidlyreadinghisTimes,untilaboutmidwaytotheirdestinationhedescendedatastationandpaidavisittothebuffetinthesmallrefreshmentroom,afterwhichhesettledhimselftodozeinanexceedinglyunbecomingattitude,histravellingcappulleddown,hisratherheavyfacecongestedwiththedarkflushRosaliehadnotyetlearnedwasduetothefactthathehadhastilytossedofftwoorthreewhiskiesandsodas。Thoughhewasnevereitherthickofutteranceorunsteadyonhisfeet,whiskyandsodaformedanimportantfactorinhisexistence。Whenhewasannoyedordullheatoncetookthenecessaryprecautionsagainstbeingovercomebythesefeelings,andtheeffectuponaconstitutionallyeviltemperwastotransformitintoaninfernalone。ThenighthadbeenabadoneforRosy。Suchfloodsofhomesicklonginghadoverpoweredherthatshehadnotbeenabletosleep。ShehadrisenfeelingshakyandhystericalandhernervousnesshadbeenaddedtobyherfearthatNigelmightobserveherandmakecomment。OfcourseshetoldherselfitwasnaturalthatheshouldnotwishhertoappearatStornhamCourtlookingapale,pink—nosedlittlefright。Hereffortstobecheerfulhadindeedbeensomewhattouching,buttheyhadmetwithsmallencouragement。
Shethoughtthegreen—clothedcountrylovelyasthetrainspedthroughit,andalumproseinhersmallthroatbecausesheknewshemighthavebeensohappyifshehadnotbeensofrightenedandmiserable。Thethingwhichhadbeendawninguponhertookclearer,moreawfulform。Incidentsshehadtriedtoexplainandexcusetoherself,uponallsortsoffutile,simplegrounds,begantoloomupbeforeherinsomethingliketheiractualproportions。Shehadheardofmenwhohadchangedtheirmannertowardsgirlsaftertheyhadmarriedthem,butshedidnotknowtheyhadbeguntochangesosoon。Thiswassoearlyinthehoneymoontobesittinginarailwaycarriage,inacornerremotefromthatoccupiedbyabridegroom,whoreadhispaperinwhatwasobviouslyintentional,resentfulsolitude。EmilySoame’sfather,sheremembereditagainstherwill,hadbeenobligedtogetadivorceforEmilyafterhertwoyearsofwretchedmarriedlife。ButAlfredSoameshadbeenquiteniceforsixmonthsatleast。Itseemedasifallthismustbeadream,oneofthosenightmarethings,inwhichyousuddenlyfindyourselfmarriedtosomeoneyoucannotbear,andyoudon’tknowhowithappened,becauseyouyourselfhavehadnothingtodowiththematter。Shefeltthatpresentlyshemustwakenwithastartandfindherselfbreathingfast,andpantingout,halflaughing,halfcrying,"Oh,Iamsogladit’snottrue!Iamsogladit’snottrue!"
Butthiswastrue,andtherewasNigel。Andshewasinanew,unexploredworld。Herlittletremblinghandsclutchedeachother。Thehappy,lightgirlishdaysfullofeaseandfriendlinessanddecencyseemedgoneforever。ItwasnotRosalieVanderpoelwhopressedhercolourlessfaceagainsttheglassofthewindow,lookingoutattheflyingtrees;itwasthewifeofNigelAnstruthers,andsuddenly,bysomehideousmagic,shehadbeensnatchedfromtheworldtowhichshebelongedandwasbeingdraggedbyagaolertoaprisonfromwhichshedidnotknowhowtoescape。AlreadyNigelhadmanagedtoconveytoherthatinEnglandawomanwhowasmarriedcoulddonothingtodefendherselfagainstherhusband,andthattoendeavourtodoanythingwasthelastimpossibletouchofvulgarignominy。
Thevividrealisationofthesituationseizeduponherlikeapossessionassheglancedsidewaysatherbridegroomandhurriedlyglancedawayagainwithalittlehystericalshudder。
NewYork,good—tempered,lenient,freeNewYork,wasmillionsofmilesawayandNigelwassoloathlynearand——andsougly。Shehadneverknownbeforethathewassougly,thathisfacewassoheavy,hisskinsothickandcoarseandhisexpressionsoevillyill—tempered。Shewasnotsufficientlyanalyticaltobeconsciousthatshehadwithoneboundleapedtotheappallingpointoffeelinguncontrollablephysicalabhorrenceofthecreaturetowhomshewaschainedforlife。Shewasterrifiedatfindingherselfforcedtocombattherealisationthattherewerecertainexpressionsofhiscountenancewhichmadeherfeelsickwithrepulsion。Herself—reproachalsowasasgreatasherterror。Hewasherhusband——herhusband——andshewasawickedgirl。Sherepeatedthewordstoherselfagainandagain,butremotelysheknewthatwhenshesaid,"Heismyhusband,"thatwastheworstthingofall。
Thisinwardstrugglewasabadpreparationforanyaddedmisery,andwhentheirrailroadjourneyterminatedatStornhamStationshewasmetbynewbewilderment。
Thestationitselfwasarusticplacewherewildrosesclimbeddownabanktomeettheverytrainitself。Thestationmaster’scottagehadrosesandclustersoflilieswavinginitstinygarden。Thestationmaster,agood—natured,red—facedman,cameforward,baringhishead,toopentherailroadcarriagedoorwithhisownhand。Rosythoughthimdelightfulandbowedandsmiledsweet—temperedlytohimandtohiswifeandlittlegirls,whowerecurtseyingatthegardengate。Shewassufficientlyhomesicktobeactuallygratefultothemfortheirairofwelcomingher。ButasshesmiledsheglancedfurtivelyatNigeltoseeifshewasdoingexactlytherightthing。
Hehimselfwasnotsmilinganddidnotunbendevenwhenthestationmaster,whohadknownhimfromhisboyhood,feltatlibertytoofferadeferentialwelcome。
"Happytoseeyouhomewithherladyship,SirNigel,"hesaid;"veryhappy,ifImaysayso。"
SirNigelrespondedtotherespectfulamiabilitywithahalf—
militaryliftingofhisrighthand,accompaniedbyagrunt。
"D’yedo,Wells,"hesaid,andstrodepasthimtospeaktothefootmanwhohadcomefromStornhamCourtwiththecarriage。
ThenewandnervouslittleLadyAnstruthers,whowaslefttotrotafterherhusband,smiledagainattheruddy,kind—
lookingfellow,thistimeinconsciousdeprecation。Inthesimplicityofherrepublicansympathywithawell—meaningfellowcreaturewhomightfeelhimselfsnubbed,shecouldhaveshakenhimbythehand。ShehadevenpartedherlipstoventureawordofcivilitywhenshewasstartledbyhearingSirNigel’svoiceraisedinangryrating。
"Damnedbadmanagementnottobringsomethingelse,"
sheheard。"Kindofthingyoufellowsarealwaysdoing。"
Shemadeherwaytothecarriage,flurriedagainbynotknowingwhethershewasdoingrightorwrong。SirNigelhadgivenhernoinstructionsandshehadnotyetlearnedthatwhenhewasinacertainhumourtherewasequalfaultinobeyingordisobeyingsuchordersashegave。
ThecarriagefromtheCourt——notintheleastaneworsmartequipage——wasdrawnupbeforetheentranceofthestationandSirNigelwasinaragebecausethevehiclebroughtfortheluggagewastoosmalltocarryitall。
"Verysorry,SirNigel,"saidthecoachman,touchinghishattwoorthreetimesinhisagitation。"Verysorry。Theomnibuswasalittleoutoforder——thesprings,SirNigel——andIthought————"
"Youthought!"wastheheatedinterruption。"Whatrighthadyoutothink,damnit!Youarenotpaidtothink,youarepaidtodoyourworkproperly。Herearealotofdamnedboxeswhichoughttogowithusand——where’syourmaid?"
wheelingrounduponhiswife。
Rosalieturnedtowardsthewoman,whowasapproachingfromthewaitingroom。
"Hannah,"shesaidtimorously。
"Dropthoseconfoundedbundles,"orderedSirNigel,"andshowJamestheboxesherladyshipisobligedtohavethisevening。Bequickaboutitanddon’tpickouthalfadozen。Thecartcan’ttakethem。"
Hannahlookedfrightened。Thissortofthingwasnewtoher,too。Sheshuffledherpackagesontoaseatandfollowedthefootmantotheluggage。SirNigelcontinuedratingthecoachman。Anyformofviolentself—assertionwaswelcometohimatanytime,andwhenhewasirritatedhefounditadistinctluxurytokickadogorthrowabootatacat。Thespringsoftheomnibus,heargued,hadnorighttobebrokenwhenitwasknownthathewascominghome。Hisangerwasonlyaddedtobythecoachman’shaltingendeavoursinhisexcusestoveilafactheknewhismasterwasawareof,thateverythingatStornhamwasmoreorlessoutoforder,andthatdilapidationsweretheinevitableresultoftherebeingnomoneytopayforrepairs。Themanleanedforwardonhisboxandspokeatlastinalowtone。
"Thebushasbeenbrokensometime,"hesaid。"It’s——it’sanexpensivejob,SirNigel。Herladyshipthoughtitbetterto————"SirNigelturnedwhiteaboutthemouth。
"Holdyourtongue,"hecommanded,andthecoachmangotredintheface,saluted,bitinghislips,andsatverystiffanduprightonhisbox。
Thestationmasteredgedawayuneasilyandtriedtolookasifhewerenotlistening。ButRosaliecouldseethathecouldnothelphearing,norcouldthecountrypeoplewhohadbeenpassengersbythetrainandwhowerecollectingtheirbelongingsandgettingintotheirtraps。
LadyAnstrutherswasignoredandremainedstandingwhilethescenewenton。ShecouldnothelprecallingthemannerinwhichshehadbeeninvariablyreceivedinNewYorkonherreturnfromanyjourney,howshewasmetbycomfortable,merrypeopleandtakencareofatonce。Thiswassostrange,itwassoqueer,sodifferent。
"Oh,nevermind,Nigeldear,"shesaidatlast,withinnocentindiscretion。"Itdoesn’treallymatter,youknow。"
SirNigelturneduponherablazeofhaughtyindignation。
"Ifyou’llpardonmysayingso,itdoesmatter,"hesaid。
"Itmattersconfoundedly。Begoodenoughtotakeyourplaceinthecarriage。"
Hemovedtothecarriagedoor,andnottoocivillyputherin。Shegaspedalittleforbreathasshesatdown。Hehadspokentoherasifshehadbeenanimpertinentservantwhohadtakenaliberty。Thepoorgirlwasbewilderedtothevergeofpanic。Whenhehadendedhistiradeandtookhisplacebesideherheworehismosthaughtilyintolerantair。
"MayIrequestthatinfutureyouwillbegoodenoughnottointerferewhenIamreprovingmyservants,"heremarked。
"Ididn’tmeantointerfere,"sheapologisedtremulously。
"Idon’tknowwhatyoumeant。Ionlyknowwhatyoudid,"washisresponse。"YouAmericanwomenaretoofondofcuttingin。AnEnglishmancanthinkforhimselfwithouthiswife’sassistance。"
Thetearsrosetohereyes。Theintroductionoftheinternationalquestionoverpoweredherasalways。
"Don’tbegintobehysterical,"wastheamelioratingtendernesswithwhichheobservedthetwohotsaltdropswhichfelldespiteher。"Ishouldscarcelywishtopresentyoutomymotherbathedintears。"
Shewipedthesaltdropshastilyawayandsatforamomentsilentinthecornerofthecarriage。Beingwhollyprimitiveandunanalytical,shewasashamedandbegantoblameherself。
Hewasright。Shemustnotbesillybecauseshewasunusedtothings。Sheoughtnottobedisturbedbytrifles。Shemusttrytobeniceandlookcheerful。Shemadeaneffortanddidnospeakforafewminutes。Whenshehadrecoveredherselfshetriedagain。
"Englishcountryissopretty,"shesaid,whenshethoughtshewasquitesurethathervoicewouldnottremble。"Idosolikethehedgesandthedarlinglittlered—roofedcottages。"
Itwasaninnocenttentativeatsayingsomethingagreeablewhichmightpropitiatehim。Shewasbeginningtorealisethatshewascontinuallymakingeffortstopropitiatehim。Butoneoftheformsofunpleasantnessmostenjoyabletohimwasthesnubbingofanygentleeffortatpalliatinghismood。Hecondescendedinthiscasenoresponsewhatever,butmerelycontinuedstaringcontemptuouslybeforehim。
"Itissopicturesque,andsounlikeAmerica,"wasthepatheticlittlecommonplacesheventurednext。"Ain’tit,Nigel?"
Heturnedhisheadslowlytowardsher,asifshehadtakenanewlibertyindisturbinghismeditations。
"Wha——at?"hedrawled。
Itwasalmosttoomuchforhertosustainherselfunder。
Hercouragecollapsed。
"Iwasonlysayinghowprettythecottageswere,"shefaltered。"Andthatthere’snothinglikethisinAmerica。"
"Youendedyourremarkbyadding,`ain’tit,’"herhusbandcondescended。"ThereisnothinglikethatinEngland。
IshallaskyoutodomethefavourofleavingAmericanismsoutofyourconversationwhenyouareinthesocietyofEnglishladiesandgentlemen。Itwon’tdo。"
"Ididn’tknowIsaidit,"Rosyansweredfeebly。
"Thatisthedifficulty,"washisresponse。"Youneverknow,buteducatedpeopledo。"
Therewasnothingmoretobesaid,atleastforagirlwhohadneverknownwhatitwastobebullied。Thisonefeltlikeabeggarorascullerymaid,who,beingratedbyhermaster,hadnottherefugeofbeingableto"givewarning。"
Shecouldnevergivewarning。TheAtlanticOceanwasbetweenherandthosewhohadlovedandprotectedherallhershortlife,andthecarriagewasbearingheronwardstothehomeinwhichshewastolivealoneasthisman’scompaniontotheendofherexistence。
Shemadenofurtherpropitiatoryefforts,butsatandstaredinsimpleblanknessatthecountry,whichseemedtoincreaseinlovelinessateachnewpointofview。Sometimesshesawsweetwooded,rollinglandsmadelovelierbythehomelyfarm—
housesandcottagesenclosedandshelteredbythickhedgesandtrees;onceortwicetheydrovepastaparkenfoldingagreathouseguardedbyitshugesentineloaksandbeeches;oncethecarriagepassedthroughanadorablelittlevillage,wherechildrenplayedonthegreenandasquare—toweredgreychurchseemedtowatchoverthesteep—roofedcottagesandcreeper—
coveredvicarage。IfshehadbeenahappyAmericantouristtravellingincompanywithimpressionablefriends,shewouldhavebrokenintoecstaticlittleexclamationsofadmirationeveryfiveminutes,butithadbeendrivenhometoherthattoherpresentcompanion,towhomnothingwasnew,herrapturewouldmerelyrepresentthecrudenesswhichhadexistedincontentmentinabrown—stonehouseonanoisythoroughfare,throughalifewhichhadbeenpassedtrampingupanddownnumberedstreetsandavenues。
Theyapproachedatlastasecondvillagewithagreen,agrass—grownstreetandtheirregularred—tiledcottages,whichtotheunaccustomedeyeseemedrathertorepresentstudiesforsketchesthanabsoluterealities。Thebellsinthechurchtowerbrokeforthintoachimeandpeopleappearedatthedoorsofthecottages。Thementouchedtheirforeheadsasthecarriagepassed,andthechildrenmadebobbingcurtsies。SirNigelcondescendedtostraightenhimselfatrifleinhisseat,andrecognisedthegreetingswiththestiff,half—militarysalute。Thepoorgirlathissidefeltthatheputaslittlefeelingaspossibleintothemovement,andthatifsheherselfhadbeenabowingvillagershewouldalmosthavepreferredtobewhollyignored。Shelookedathimquestioningly。
"Arethey——must_I_?"shebegan。
"Makesomecivilrecognition,"answeredSirNigel,asifhewereinstructinganignorantchild。"Itiscustomary。"
Soshebowedandtriedtosmile,andthejoyousclamourofthebellsbroughttheawfullumpintoherthroatagain。ItremindedheroftheringingofthechimesattheNewYorkchurchonthatdayofhermarriage,whichhadbeensofullofgay,luxuriousbustle,socrowdedwithweddingpresents,andflowers,andwarm—hearted,affectionatecongratulations,andgoodwishesutteredinmerryAmericanvoices。
TheparkatStornhamCourtwaslargeandbeautifulandold。Thetreesweremagnificent,andthebroadsweepofswardandrichdipoffernydellallthattheimaginationcoulddesire。TheCourtitselfwasold,andmany—gabledandmellow—redandfine。Rosaliehadlearnedfromnoprecedentasyetthathousesofitskindmayrepresenttheapotheosisofdiscomfortanddilapidationwithin,andonlybecomemorebeautifulwithout。Tumbled—downchimneysandbrokentiles,beingclamberedoverbytossingivy,arepicturestodelightthesoul。
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