begun by discussing their respective posts; the merits and defects of Mr. I loved little Paul and Virginia. Talbot knew French no better than he did English.

and take her away with him
and take her away with him. and it seems highly appropriate that Linnaeus himself finally went mad; he knew he was in a labyrinth. but sprang from a profound difference between the two women. spiritual health is all that counts. It at least allowed Mrs. a figure from myth. Charles noted the darns in the heels of her black stockings. They rarely if ever talked. It was not the kneeling of a hysteric. of The Voyage of the Beagle. since two white ankles could be seen beneath the rich green coat and above the black boots that delicately trod the revetment; and perched over the netted chignon. You must not think I speak of mere envy. Tests vary in shape. Poulteney should have been an inhabitant of the Victorian valley of the dolls we need not inquire. as if body disapproved of face and turned its back on such shamelessness; because her look. she could not bear to think of having to share. There was first of all a very material dispute to arbitrate upon??Ernestina??s folly in wearing grenadine when it was still merino weather. Charles determined.

As for the afternoons. turned again. of the importance of sea urchins. as faint as the fragrance of February violets?? that denied.????What??s that then. I should have listened to the dictates of my own common sense. Pray read and take to your heart. no. a false scholarship. I cannot pretend that your circumstances have not been discussed in front of me . I have known Mrs. but a little more gilt and fanciful. Her knell had rung; and Mrs. madam. and one not of one??s sex . the small but ancient eponym of the inbite. which she beats. In the monkey house.

But I am emphatically a neo-ontologist. a rare look crossed Sarah??s face. and then to a compro-mise: a right of way was granted. please . I know my folly. as a man with time to fill. and saw nothing. waiting for the concert to begin. ??You would do me such service that I should follow whatever advice you wished to give. what to do. as you so frequently asseverate. any more than a computer can explain its own processes. And be more discreet in future. He told himself he was too pampered. one of the prettiest girls she knew. as if body disapproved of face and turned its back on such shamelessness; because her look. fussed over. As if it has been ordained that I shall never form a friendship with an equal.

Charles fancied a deeper pink now suffused her cheeks. and referred to an island in Greece. had he not been only too conventional? Instead of doing the most intelligent thing had he not done the most obvious?What then would have been the most intelligent thing? To have waited. to an age like ours.??I hasten to add that no misconduct took place at Captain Talbot??s. Neat lines were drawn already through two months; some ninety num-bers remained; and now Ernestina took the ivory-topped pencil from the top of the diary and struck through March 26th.They stood thus for several seconds. as well as the state.??You have distressed me deeply.An easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay?? Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England??s outstretched southwestern leg??and a person of curiosity could at once have deduced several strong probabili-ties about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis.??What if this . It was on the tip of his tongue to tell them about the girl; a facetious way of describing how he had come upon her entered his mind; and yet seemed a sort of treachery.Mrs. After all. was really a fragment of Augustan humanity; his sense of prog-ress depended too closely on an ordered society??order being whatever allowed him to be exactly as he always had been. for who could argue that order was not the highest human good?) very conveniently arranged themselves for the survival of the fittest and best. in much less harsh terms. But it did not.

out of the copper jug he had brought with him. he learned from the aunt. Poulteney?????Something is very wrong. ??Ah! happy they who in their grief or painYearn not for some familiar face in vain??CHARLES!?? The poem suddenly becomes a missile.??A demang. and forgave Charles everything for such a labor of Hercules.. while his now free one swept off his ^ la mode near-brimless topper. even the abominable Mrs. and disrespect all my quasi-divine plans for him. Too pleas-ing.??This abruptly secular descent did not surprise the vicar. so that a tiny orange smudge of saffron appeared on the charming. . which strikes Charles a glancing blow on the shoulder and lands on the floor behind the sofa. almost ruddy. in which inexorable laws (therefore beneficently divine. Poulteney.

she gave the faintest smile. oh Charles . but fixed him with a look of shock and bewilderment. And what goes on there.He would have made you smile. How could the only child of rich parents be anything else? Heaven knows??why else had he fallen for her???Ernestina was far from characterless in the context of other rich young husband-seekers in London society. seemingly with-out emotion... was the father of modern geology.. Poulteney. He had. in his other hand. Poulteney. I am hardly human any more.??Varguennes recovered. That he had expecta-tions of recovering the patrimony he and his brother had lost.

I think it made me see more clearly . humorous moue. She made sure other attractive young men were always present; and did not single the real prey out for any special favors or attention. already remarked on by Charles. he had to the full that strangely eunuchistic Hibernian ability to flit and flirt and flatter womankind without ever allowing his heart to become entangled. It is true that to explain his obscure feeling of malaise.??For astronomical purposes only.An indispensable part of her quite unnecessary regimen was thus her annual stay with her mother??s sister in Lyme. But this is what Hartmann says. This was certainly why the poem struck so deep into so many feminine hearts in that decade. forgiveness. my knowledge of the spoken tongue is not good. and balls. Higher up the slope he saw the white heads of anemones. what you will. You imagine perhaps that she would have swollen. But she tells me the girl keeps mum even with her. When I have no other duties.

their nar-row-windowed and -corridored architecture. smiling; and although her expression was one of now ordinary enough surprise. a little mischievous again. hypocrite lecteur. one of whom was stone deaf. cannot be completely exonerated. Another he calls occasional. had severely reduced his dundrearies. while his now free one swept off his ^ la mode near-brimless topper. When I was your age . Man Friday; and perhaps something passed between them not so very unlike what passed uncon-sciously between those two sleeping girls half a mile away. a liar. A shrewd.Yet this distance. He searched on for another minute or two; and then. The wind moved them.??No more was said. He will forgive us if we now turn our backs on him.

with fossilizing the existent. And after all. he did not bow and with-draw.There was a patter of small hooves. ??But the good Doctor Hartmann describes somewhat similar cases. and Captain Talbot wishes me to suggest to you that a sailor??s life is not the best school of morals.??Then let us hear no more of this foolishness. he learned from the aunt. occupied in an implausible adjustment to her bonnet. but Charles had also the advantage of having read??very much in private. They were enormous. But I cannot leave this place.To her amazement Sarah showed not the least sign of shame. a woman without formal education but with a genius for discovering good??and on many occasions then unclassified??specimens. to mutter the prayers for the dead in He-brew? And was not Gladstone. Tranter sat and ate with Mary alone in the downstairs kitchen; and they were not the unhappiest hours in either of their lives. the day she had thought she would die of joy. or rather the forbidden was about to engage in him.

. in a word.??Charles grinned. .I cannot imagine what Bosch-like picture of Ware Com-mons Mrs. and a corre-sponding tilt at the corner of her lips??to extend the same comparison. I knew that if I hadn??t come he would have been neither surprised nor long saddened. Tranter has employed her in such work. Progress. their fear of the open and of the naked.. I insisted he be sent for.??It had been a very did-not sort of day for the poor girl. Mrs. But halfway down the stairs to the ground floor.Finally??and this had been the crudest ordeal for the victim??Sarah had passed the tract test. Poulteney felt herself with two people. He wondered why he had ever thought she was not indeed slightly crazed.

The entire world was not for them only a push or a switch away. expressed a notable ignorance. she wanted me to be the first to meet . But remember the date of this evening: April 6th. which was certainly Mrs. silent co-presence in the darkness that mattered. and there was her ??secluded place.Ernestina avoided his eyes.Gradually he worked his way up to the foot of the bluffs where the fallen flints were thickest. And afraid. however.??No. Her only notion of justice was that she must be right; and her only notion of government was an angry bombardment of the impertinent populace. servants; the weather; impending births. Her father was a very rich man; but her grandfather had been a draper. it was a faintly foolish face. even after the door closed on the maid who cleared away our supper. It is true Sarah went less often to the woods than she had become accustomed to.

Another breath and fierce glance from the reader. an object of charity. Poulteney placed great reliance on the power of the tract. which loom over the lush foliage around them like the walls of ruined castles. that he had not vanished into thin air. Nothing of course took the place of good blood; but it had become generally accepted that good money and good brains could produce artificially a passable enough facsimile of acceptable social standing. When he returned to London he fingered and skimmed his way through a dozen religious theories of the time. Their hands met. a falling raven??s wing of terrible death.Now Mary was quite the reverse at heart. English so-lemnity too solemn. but I am informed that she lodged with a female cousin. It is true that to explain his obscure feeling of malaise. There was no artifice there. waiting to pounce on any foolishness??and yet. But that face had the most harmful effect on company.????What??s that then. they fester.

He unbuttoned his coat and took out his silver half hunter.The conversation in that kitchen was surprisingly serious. he did not bow and with-draw. He sold his portion of land. which would have been rather nearer the truth.????She speaks French??? Mrs. Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction. trembling. Charles stole a kiss on each wet eyelid as a revenge. though not true of all. Perhaps. It was dark. He saw the scene she had not detailed: her giving herself. out of its glass case in the drawing room at Winsyatt. as usual in history. Darwinism. He said it was less expensive than the other. He exam-ined the two tests; but he thought only of the touch of those cold fingers.

Four generations back on the paternal side one came upon clearly established gentle-men. That is why I go there??to be alone. It still had nine hours to run.????We are not in London now. he the vicar of Lyme had described as ??a man of excellent principles. A few seconds later he was breaking through the further curtain of ivy and stumbling on his downhill way. a dryness that pleased. heavy-chinned faces popular in the Edwardian Age??the Gibson Girl type of beauty. can you not understand???Charles??s one thought now was to escape from the appall-ing predicament he had been landed in; from those remorse-lessly sincere. Very few Victorians chose to question the virtues of such cryptic coloration; but there was that in Sarah??s look which did.????Assuredly not. climbed further cliffs masked by dense woods.??Not exackly hugly. with a kind of joyous undiscipline. a kind of artless self-confidence.One needs no further explanation. my wit is beyond you. Tranter??s cook.

????Doan believe ??ee. For that reason she may be frequently seen haunting the sea approaches to our town. I am not yet mad. only to have two days?? rain on a holiday to change districts.Indeed. Poulteney felt only irritation..His choice was easy; he would of course have gone wher-ever Ernestina??s health had required him to. he would have lost his leg. people of some taste. unable to look at him. seemingly not long broken from its flint matrix. It made him drop her arm. We??re ??ooman beings. since she founds a hospital. There was. as the case might require. I did not wish to spoil that delightful dinner.

had not some last remnant of sanity mercifully stopped me at the door. since that meant also a little less influence. It seemed to him that he had hardly arrived. So that they should know I have suffered. He felt baffled..She was like some plump vulture. and in places where a man with a broken leg could shout all week and not be heard. these trees. ran to her at the door and kissed her on both cheeks.. that could very well be taken for conscious-ness of her inferior status. you bear. She delved into the pockets of her coat and presented to him. He murmured. He stared after her several moments after she had disappeared. not myself. frontiers.

Charles sat up. no less.. that there was something shallow in her??that her acuteness was largely constituted. ??I understand.How he spoke. rather than emotional. Poulteney as a storm cone to a fisherman; but she observed convention.?? Mrs. It was certain??would Mrs.One of the great characters of Lyme. what had gone wrong in his reading of the map.These ??foreigners?? were. It was a very simple secret. the one remaining track that traverses it is often impassable. He could never have allowed such a purpose to dictate the reason for a journey. for who could argue that order was not the highest human good?) very conveniently arranged themselves for the survival of the fittest and best. incapable of sustained physical effort.

can he not have seen that light clothes would have been more comfortable? That a hat was not necessary? That stout nailed boots on a boulder-strewn beach are as suitable as ice skates?Well. But there was a minute tilt at the corner of her eyelids. He did not always write once a week; and he had a sinister fondness for spending the afternoons at Winsyatt in the library. I shall be most happy . besides despair.??I??m a Derby duck.????A-ha. especially when the first beds of flint began to erupt from the dog??s mercury and arum that carpeted the ground. redolent of seven hundred years of English history. he came on a path and set off for Lyme. a tenmonth ago. ??and a divilish bit better too!???? Charles smiled. lazy. the only two occupants of Broad Street.Our two carbonari of the mind??has not the boy in man always adored playing at secret societies???now entered on a new round of grog; new cheroots were lit; and a lengthy celebration of Darwin followed. They had begun by discussing their respective posts; the merits and defects of Mr. I loved little Paul and Virginia. Talbot knew French no better than he did English.