where they were lost. It fell open. went to a bookshelf at the back of the narrow room. This spy.??And she stared past Charles at the house??s chief icon.

She knew
She knew. He hesitated a moment. her mauve-and-black pelisse. Sarah took upon herself much of the special care of the chlorotic girl needed. Poulteney had marked. You may think that Mrs. and as abruptly kneeled.????Where is Mr. It is also treacherous.????In whose quarries I shall condemn you to work in perpe-tuity??if you don??t get to your feet at once. in Mary??s prayers. the approval of his fellows in society. Poulteney. wild-voiced beneath the air??s blue peace. Weimar..??I did not mean to imply??????Have you read it?????Yes. The cart track eventually ran out into a small lane. he now realized. ??And she been??t no lady. Poulteney would have liked to pursue this interesting subject. One was a shepherd. It had been furnished for her and to her taste.Yet there had remained locally a feeling that Ware Com-mons was public property. bounded on all sides by dense bramble thickets.She sometimes wondered why God had permitted such a bestial version of Duty to spoil such an innocent longing. sweating copiously under the abominable flannel. And yet she still wanted very much to help her. Now will you please leave your hiding place? There is no impropriety in our meeting in this chance way.

Thus it was that she slipped on a treacherous angle of the muddied path and fell to her knees. what remained? A vapid selfishness. he glimpsed the white-ribboned bottoms of her pantalettes. She believed in hell. obscure ones like Charles.??Charles bowed. From your request to me last week I presume you don??t wish Mrs. two others and the thumb under his chin. then a minor rage among the young ladies of En-gland??the dark green de rigueur was so becoming. No insult. Poulteney??s reputation in the less elevated milieux of Lyme. but I can be put to the test.He began to cover the ambiguous face in lather.There were other items: an ability??formidable in itself and almost unique??not often to get on Mrs. Indeed her mouth did something extraordinary. handed him yet another test. he was welcome to as much milk as he could drink. I apologize. finally escorted the ladies back to their house. ??rose his hibrows?? and turned his back. And so.??There was a silence between the two men. ??A young person.??She hesitated. tables. and then was mock-angry with him for endangering life and limb. All but two of the others were drowned. He may not know all. Royston Pike.

Sarah kept her side of the bargain. ??I wish you hadn??t told me the sordid facts.??And she too looked down. No mother superior could have wished more to hear the confession of an erring member of her flock. ??Mrs. Even Ernestina. The servants were permitted to hold evening prayer in the kitchen. mummifying clothes. and in places where a man with a broken leg could shout all week and not be heard.. ??I am grateful to you. ??I woulden touch ??er with a bargepole! Bloomin?? milkmaid.??He gave the smallest shrug. as the poet says. Wednesday. agreed with them. not knowledge of the latest London taste.. of course. Smithson. Mrs. invented by Archbishop Ussher in the seventeenth century and recorded solemnly in count-less editions of the official English Bible. But we are not the ones who will finally judge. The first artificial aids to a well-shaped bosom had begun to be commonly worn; eyelashes and eyebrows were painted. to ask why Sarah. But the only music from the deep that night was the murmur of the tide on the shingle; and somewhere much farther out.?? He jerked his thumb at the window.????We are not in London now. Sarah rose at once to leave the room.

It was fortunate that he did.. as if at a door. We could not expect him to see what we are only just beginning??and with so much more knowledge and the lessons of existentialist philosophy at our disposal??to realize ourselves: that the desire to hold and the desire to enjoy are mutually destructive. rich in arsenic. The sharp wind took a wisp of her hair and blew it forward. one morning only a few weeks after Miss Sarah had taken up her duties. as Ernestina. Poulteney allowed herself to savor for a few earnest.. I am the French Lieutenant??s Whore. She also thought Charles was a beautiful man for a husband; a great deal too good for a pallid creature like Ernestina. But instead of continu-ing on her way. an anger... The gorse was in full bloom. You cannot know that the sweeter they are the more intolerable the pain is. having put him through both a positive and a negative test. then. That his father was a rich lawyer who had married again and cheated the children of his first family of their inheritance. Aunt Tranter backed him up. she still sometimes allowed herself to stand and stare. Why Sam. to tell Sarah their conclusion that day. Poulteney. she took advan-tage of one of the solicitous vicar??s visits and cautiously examined her conscience. I am sure a much happier use could be found for them elsewhere. but her head was turned away.

Poulteney would have liked to pursue this interesting subject. Mrs. as if she saw Christ on the Cross before her. a false scholarship. conspicu-ously unnecessary; the Hyde Park house was fit for a duke to live in. and also looked down. and began to laugh. Below her mobile. Its sorrow welled out of it as purely.But she heard Aunt Tranter??s feet on the stairs.??Unlike the vicar.. it might be said that in that spring of 1867 her blanket disfavor was being shared by many others. Mrs. how wonderful it was to be thoroughly modern young people. a certainty of the innocence of this creature. my dear lady. He had not traveled abroad those last two years; and he had realized that previously traveling had been a substitute for not having a wife. Charles thought of that look as a lance; and to think so is of course not merely to de-scribe an object but the effect it has. there came a blank. having duly crammed his classics and subscribed to the Thirty-nine Articles.Finally. then a minor rage among the young ladies of En-gland??the dark green de rigueur was so becoming. Poulteney??s life. can expect else.??You cannot. and she worried for her more; but Ernestina she saw only once or twice a year.????Why?????That is a long story. You have no excuse.

To surprise him; therefore she had deliberately followed him. since he was speaking of the girl he had raised his hat to on the previous afternoon.He knew that nulla species nova was rubbish; yet he saw in the strata an immensely reassuring orderliness in existence. for various ammonites and Isocrina he coveted for the cabinets that walled his study in London. that he doesn??t know what the devil it is that causes it. Not the smallest groan. He walked after her then along the top of the bluff. there were far more goose-berries than humans patiently. Even that shocked the narrower-minded in Lyme.????Indeed I did. and at last their eyes met. But even then a figure.He began to cover the ambiguous face in lather.??She shook her head vehemently. the sense of solitude I spoke of just now swept back over me. or poorer Lyme; and were kinder than Mrs. It is true Sarah went less often to the woods than she had become accustomed to. Most natural. by which he means. in people. westwards.????And what was the subject of your conversation?????Your father ventured the opinion that Mr. up the ashlar steps and into the broken columns?? mystery.Later that night Sarah might have been seen??though I cannot think by whom.????Their wishes must be obeyed. She must have heard the sound of his nailed boots on the flint that had worn through the chalk. He had traveled abroad with Charles. now swinging to another tack. He was especially solicitous to Ernestina.

????There is no likeness between a situation where happiness is at least possible and one where . imprisoned.?? said the abbess. and realized Sarah??s face was streaming with tears. people about him. At worst. lean ing with a straw-haulm or sprig of parsley cocked in the corner of his mouth; of playing the horse fancier or of catching sparrows under a sieve when he was being bawled for upstairs.?? She hesitated. led up into the shielding bracken and hawthorn coverts. ??I am rich by chance. Tranter wishes to be kind. But he had no luck. with his top hat held in his free hand. no less. perhaps even a pantheist.There runs. Though he conceded enough to sport to shoot partridge and pheasant when called upon to do so. a giggle. ??Do not misunderstand me. incapable of sustained physical effort.??If you take her in. religion. I don??t know who he really was. well the cause is plain??six weeks. He was brought to Captain Talbot??s after the wreck of his ship. It was not strange because it was more real. Woman. to allow her to leave her post. builds high walls round its Ver-sailles; and personally I hate those walls most when they are made by literature and art.

now.. it was slightly less solitary a hundred years ago than it is today. in one of his New York Daily Tribune articles. ??I have sinned.?? Her reaction was to look away; he had reprimanded her. He walked after her then along the top of the bluff. Poulteney had devoted some thought to the choice of passage; and had been sadly torn between Psalm 119 (??Blessed are the undefiled??) and Psalm 140 (??Deliver me. but fraternal.??It was outrageous... smells. She was not standing at her window as part of her mysterious vigil for Satan??s sails; but as a preliminary to jumping from it. glazed by clouds of platitudinous small talk.She looked up at once.????That is what I meant to convey.??For astronomical purposes only. And it is so by Act of Parliament: a national nature reserve. 1867. ??All I ask is that you meet me once more. There were so many things she must never understand: the richness of male life. for it remind-ed Ernestina. and promised to share her penal solitude. Charles??s distinguishing trait. and a thousand other misleading names) that one really required of a proper English gentleman of the time. Ernestina??s mother??????Will be wasting her time. hanging in great ragged curtains over Charles??s head..

As she lay in her bedroom she reflected on the terrible mathematical doubt that increasingly haunted her; whether the Lord calculated charity by what one had given or by what one could have afforded to give. The farther he moved from her. cosseted. So let us see how Charles and Ernestina are crossing one particular such desert. And today they??re as merry as crickets. She would guess. It was the girl. who read to her from the Bible in the evenings.?? Her reaction was to look away; he had reprimanded her. after his fashion.Accordingly. abandoned woman. of course??it being Lent??a secular concert. yet necessary. he pursued them ruthlessly; and his elder son pursued the portable trophies just as ruthlessly out of the house when he came into his inheritance. as if the girl cared more for health than a fashion-ably pale and languid-cheeked complexion. Poulteney; to be frank. But the doctor was unforthcoming. in everything but looks and history.????I never ??ave. Breeding and self-knowledge. And then the color of those walls! They cried out for some light shade. love. It is quite clear that the man was a heartless deceiver. Her neck and shoulders did her face justice; she was really very pretty.????It does not matter. in an age where women were semistatic. and more frequently lost than won. You must not think I speak of mere envy.

Disraeli was the type. consoled herself by remem-bering. spiritual health is all that counts. Perhaps more. dear aunt. But I cannot leave this place. on the open rafters above. a husband. but her embarrassment was contagious. Charles watched her black back recede. Poulteney.????It does not matter. No words were needed.[* I had better here. The two ladies were to come and dine in his sitting room at the White Lion. The society of the place was as up-to-date as Aunt Tranter??s lumbering mahogany furniture; and as for the entertainment. and she knew she was late for her reading. It was not so much what was positively in that face which remained with him after that first meeting.C. Which is more used to up-to-no-gooders. She had only a candle??s light to see by. With Sam in the morning.The young lady was dressed in the height of fashion. in truth. which veered between pretty little almost lipless mouths and childish cupid??s bows. he was an interesting young man. Duty. .????I did not mean to .

??A Darwinian?????Passionately. than that it was the nearest place to Lyme where people could go and not be spied on. And he threw an angry look at the bearded dairyman.??Charles looked at her back in dismay. find shortcuts. Mrs. and concerts. the sounds. Her color was high.??Sarah rose then and went to the window. in such a place!????But ma??m. For a few moments she became lost in a highly narcissistic self-contemplation. Because you are educated.?? The type is not ex-tinct. his heart beating. her mauve-and-black pelisse.??Mr. ??Let them see what they??ve done. as Sicilians like emptying a shotgun into an enemy??s back. Mr. He wanted to say that he had never talked so freely??well. I saw all this within five minutes of that meeting. The first artificial aids to a well-shaped bosom had begun to be commonly worn; eyelashes and eyebrows were painted. because gossipingly. Such a path is difficult to reascend. in a word. it was a faintly foolish face. like most men of his time. that mouth.

vain. down the aisle of hothouse plants to the door back to the drawing room. The lower classes are not so scrupulous about appearances as ourselves.For one terrible moment he thought he had stumbled on a corpse.When the front door closed. He stood at a loss. Had they but been able to see into the future! For Ernestina was to outlive all her generation.????But is not the deprivation you describe one we all share in our different ways??? She shook her head with a surprising vehemence. Deep in himself he forgave her her unchastity; and glimpsed the dark shadows where he might have enjoyed it himself. ??I found it central to nothing but the sheerest absurdity. who continued to give the figure above a dooming stare. She knew.. and thrown her into a rabbit stew. but her real intelligence belonged to a rare kind; one that would certainly pass undetected in any of our modern tests of the faculty. am I???Charles laughed. making a rustic throne that commanded a magnificent view of the treetops below and the sea beyond them. ??May I proceed???She was silent. that Ernestina fetched her diary. the physician indicated her ghastly skirt with a trembling hand. ??You look to sea. how untragic. now swinging to another tack. Heaven help the maid seen out walking. as Sicilians like emptying a shotgun into an enemy??s back. Suddenly she was walking. Fortunately none of these houses overlooked the junction of cart track and lane. Her mother made discreet in-quiries; and consulted her husband.?? instead of what it so Victorianly was: ??I cannot possess this forever.

When Charles departed from Aunt Tranter??s house in Broad Street to stroll a hundred paces or so down to his hotel.??Now if any maid had dared to say such a thing to Mrs. now washing far below; and the whole extent of Lyme Bay reaching round. Mr. Poulteney had marked.He knew at once where he wished to go.Mrs. looking at but not seeing the fine landscape the place commanded. Poulteney??s presence.??Charles had to close his eye then in a hurry. I loved little Paul and Virginia. Since then she has waited.. he came on a path and set off for Lyme. A few minutes later he startled the sleepy Sam. The path climbed and curved slightly inward beside an ivy-grown stone wall and then??in the unkind manner of paths?? forked without indication. She thought he was lucky to serve such a lovely gentleman. but Charles had also the advantage of having read??very much in private. But deep down inside. she had taken her post with the Talbots. He gave his wife a stern look. and which hid her from the view of any but one who came.??There was a little pause. It was The Origin of Species. one the vicar had in fact previously requested her not to ask. to her fixed delusion that the lieutenant is an honorable man and will one day return to her.??Varguennes recovered. in our Sam??s case. Which is more used to up-to-no-gooders.

??Sarah murmured. with a shuddering care. but genuinely. who still kept traces of the accent of their province; and no one thought any the worse of them.??If you take her in. She first turned rather sulkily to her entry of that morning.??And that too was a step; for there was a bitterness in her voice.????Then it can hardly be fit for a total stranger??and not of your sex??to hear. I do. he did not bow and with-draw.??They are all I have to give. he had picked up some foreign ideas in the haber-dashery field . Tranter??s com-mentary??places of residence.????Nonsense. ??Lady Cotton is an example to us all. Perhaps it is only a game.In that year (1851) there were some 8. Sheer higgerance.????She knows you come here??to this very place???She stared at the turf. Charles winked at himself in the mirror. Poulteney. and quite literally patted her. But I think on reflection he will recall that in my case it was a titled ape.Yet this distance. Heaven for the Victorians was very largely heaven because the body was left behind??along with the Id. I have no right to desire these things. From Mama?????I know that something happened . He remembered.He remembered.

????That is what I meant to convey. I fancy.The doctor put a finger on his nose. much resembles her ancestor; and her face is known over the entire world.. desolation??could have seemed so great. whereupon her fragile little hand reached out and peremptorily pulled the gilt handle beside her bed. ??I stayed. the greatest master of the ambiguous statement.Charles and his ladies were in the doomed building for a concert. found this transposition from dryness to moistness just a shade cloying at times; he was happy to be adulated. invested shrewdly in railway stock and un-shrewdly at the gambling-tables (he went to Almack??s rather than to the Almighty for consolation). He had indeed very regular ones??a wide forehead. Each time she read it (she was overtly reading it again now because it was Lent) she felt elevated and purified. ??Do not misunderstand me. He was shrewd enough to realize that Ernestina had been taken by surprise; until the little disagree-ment she had perhaps been more in love with marriage than with her husband-to-be; now she had recognized the man. abandoned woman. who laid the founda-tions of all our modern science. blue flowers like microscopic cherubs?? genitals. but forbidden to enjoy it.????I am not like Lady Cotton. Charles stole a kiss on each wet eyelid as a revenge. A fashionable young London architect now has the place and comes there for weekends.??Their eyes met and held for a long moment. year after year. Far out to sea. where some ship sailed towards Bridport. sir. Ernestine excused herself and went to her room.

Tranter. Charles and Mrs. Poulteney??s birthday Sarah presented her with an antimacassar??not that any chair Mrs. It is all gossip. Thirteen??unfolding of Sarah??s true state of mind) to tell all??or all that matters. I know it was wicked . When he discovered what he had shot. Mrs. and he was too much a gentleman to deny it. To be expected. But then he saw that Ernestina??s head was bowed and that her knuckles were drained white by the force with which she was gripping the table. But he spoke quickly. He knew. I do not like them so close. as soon as the obstacular uncle did his duty); or less sly ones from the father on the size of the fortune ??my dearest girl?? would bring to her husband. mocking those two static bipeds far below. and forthwith forgave her. as she pirouetted.?? It was. I was frightened and he was very kind.????How am I to show it?????By walking elsewhere. never inhabit my own home. She felt he must be hiding something??a tragic French countess. ??You would do me such service that I should follow whatever advice you wished to give.. Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as. There followed one or two other incidents. at Ernestina??s grave face. and a tragic face.

Mr. ??It was noisy in the common rooms. as if unaware of the danger.?? But he smiled.?? He jerked his thumb at the window. since she was not unaware of Mrs. His amazement was natural. accompanied by the vicar. ??Permit me to insist??these matters are like wounds. I am afraid. Poulteney??s soul. and not necessarily on the shore. died in some accident on field exercises. . eye it is quite simply the most beautiful sea rampart on the south coast of England... and Charles now saw a scientific as well as a humanitarian reason in his adventure. But he had sternly forbidden himself to go anywhere near the cliff-meadow; if he met Miss Woodruff. He saw the scene she had not detailed: her giving herself. The couple moved to where they could see her face in profile; and how her stare was aimed like a rifle at the farthest horizon. Of course Ernestina uttered her autocratic ??I must not?? just as soon as any such sinful speculation crossed her mind; but it was really Charles??s heart of which she was jealous. and so delightful the tamed gentlemen walking to fetch the arrows from the butts (where the myopic Ernestina??s seldom landed. But then she looked Mrs. under the cloak of noble oratory.?? The vicar stood.?? As ??all the ostlers?? comprehended exactly two persons. She believed me to be going to Sher-borne. superior to most.

something faintly dark about him.It was not until towards the end of the visit that Charles began to realize a quite new aspect of the situation.??Thus ten minutes later Charles found himself comfortably ensconced in what Dr. miss. but to establish a distance.??May I not accompany you? Since we walk in the same direction???She stopped. a little posy of crocuses. whatever sins I have committed. in his other hand. But the way the razor stopped told him of the satisfactory shock administered. she may be high-spirited. and the only things of the utmost importance to us concern the present of man.????Does she come this way often?????Often enough.????I??m not sure that I can condone your feelings. not Charles behind her. Grogan??s tongue flickered wickedly out. She added. Instead they were a bilious leaden green??one that was. giving the name of another inn. Ware Cliffs??these names may mean very little to you. tranced by this unexpected encounter.??Sarah came forward. It is that . almost calm. Or perhaps I am trying to pass off a con-cealed book of essays on you. And the sort of person who frequents it. vain. to a stranger. Mrs.

She promptly forewent her chatter and returned indoors to her copper. for curiosity. Poulteney believed in a God that had never existed; and Sarah knew a God that did.??The door was shut then.Charles was therefore interested??both his future father-in-law and his uncle had taught him to step very delicately in this direction??to see whether Dr. then a minor rage among the young ladies of En-gland??the dark green de rigueur was so becoming. which was wide??and once again did not correspond with current taste. Charles. This is why we cannot plan. and it is no doubt symptomatic that the one subject that had cost her agonies to master was mathematics. The two young ladies coolly inclined heads at one another. surrounded by dense thickets of brambles and dogwood; a kind of minute green amphitheater. rich in arsenic.Not a man. was out. He plainly did not allow delicacy to stand in the way of prophetic judgment.* What little God he managed to derive from existence. And most emphatically. One phrase in particular angered Mrs. and therefore am sad.????I hoped I had made it clear that Mrs. and referred to an island in Greece. Indeed. somewhat hard of hearing. therefore he must do them??just as he must wear heavy flannel and nailed boots to go walking in the country. through the century??s stale meta-physical corridors. But the general tenor of that conversation had. you can surely??????They call her the French Lieutenant??s . But then he saw that Ernestina??s head was bowed and that her knuckles were drained white by the force with which she was gripping the table.

and as overdressed and overequipped as he was that day. and was listened to with a grave interest. effusive and kind.Ernestina??s elbow reminded him gently of the present.????William Manchester.????That is very wicked of you. that mouth. But I do not need kindness. diminishing cliffs that dropped into the endless yellow saber of the Chesil Bank. There is no surer sign of a happy house than a happy maidservant at its door. for the very simple reason that the word was not coined (by Huxley) until 1870; by which time it had become much needed. whom she knew would be as congenial to Charles as castor oil to a healthy child. she returned the warmth that was given. I know where you stay. but I most certainly failed. Poulteney sitting in wait for her when she returned from her walk on the evening Mrs. My servant. in which two sad-faced women stand in the rain ??not a hundred miles from the Haymarket. I told myself that if I had not suffered such unendurable loneliness in the past I shouldn??t have been so blind. Its sorrow welled out of it as purely. that is. He found himself like some boy who flashes a mirror??and one day does it to someone far too gentle to deserve such treatment. but less for her widowhood than by temperament. in the fullest sense of that word. handed him yet another test. He mentioned her name.??So they began to cross the room together; but halfway to the Early Cretaceous lady..??If she springs on you I shall defend you and prove my poor gallantry.

??I have decided. flirting; and this touched on one of her deepest fears about him. One day she set out with the intention of walking into the woods. for the doctor and she were old friends.??Have you read this fellow Darwin???Grogan??s only reply was a sharp look over his spectacles. he thought she was about to say more. plump promise of her figure??indeed. There too I can be put to proof. Marx remarked. Indeed her mouth did something extraordinary. He smiled at her averted face.. and there were many others??indeed there must have been. though very rich. servants; the weather; impending births. I can guess????She shook her head. Perhaps. she saw them as they were and not as they tried to seem.. as a clergyman does whose advice is sought on a spiritual problem. There his tarnished virginity was soon blackened out of recognition; but so. miss.??As you think best. It is true Sarah went less often to the woods than she had become accustomed to.It was an evening that Charles would normally have en-joyed; not least perhaps because the doctor permitted himself little freedoms of language and fact in some of his tales. we are discussing. Very dark. she stared at the ground a moment. Poulteney was concerned??of course for the best and most Christian of reasons??to be informed of Miss Woodruff??s behavior outside the tall stone walls of the gardens of Marlborough House.

I am not quite sure of her age. There was outwardly a cer-tain cynicism about him.????Yes.????It must certainly be that we do not continue to risk????Again she entered the little pause he left as he searched for the right formality. But his uncle was delighted.??I was blind. Mrs. Such an effect was in no way intended. as if she could not bring herself to continue. Poulteney??s soul.??It was outrageous. to the edge of the cliff meadow; and stared out to sea a long moment; then turned to look at him still standing by the gorse: a strange. the brave declaration qualified into cowardice. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more. Mr. in a commanding position on one of the steep hills behind Lyme Regis.????Why. by way of compensation for so much else in her expected behavior. Tranter wishes to be kind. and Charles installed himself in a smaller establishment in Kensington. but emerged in the clear (voyant trop pour nier. Then Ernestina was presented. Poulteney had made several more attempts to extract both the details of the sin and the present degree of repen-tance for it.. as if calculating a fair price; then laid a finger on his mouth and gave a profoundly unambiguous wink. too. both at matins and at evensong. but sprang from a profound difference between the two women. already deeply shadowed.

sloping ledge of grass some five feet beneath the level of the plateau.The three ladies all sat with averted eyes: Mrs. . But Charles politely refused all attempts to get him to stand for Parliament. He declined to fritter his negative but comfortable English soul?? one part irony to one part convention??on incense and papal infallibility.. Though direct. It was The Origin of Species. ??that Lyell??s findings are fraught with a much more than intrinsic importance.????That is very wicked of you. moving westward.For one terrible moment he thought he had stumbled on a corpse. husband a cavalry officer. some possibility she symbolized. he did not argue. ??Is that not kind of me???Sam stared stonily over his master??s head. because the girl had pert little Dorset peasant eyes and a provokingly pink complexion.Her outburst reduced both herself and Sarah to silence. That life is without under-standing or compassion.It was this place. It irked him strangely that he had to see her upside down. I un-derstand. I will not be responsible otherwise. at Ernestina??s grave face. to ring it. an actress. Already it will be clear that if the accepted destiny of the Victorian girl was to become a wife and mother. A dish of succulent first lobsters was prepared. ??Sir.

To Mrs.The lady of the title is a sprightly French lord??s sprightly wife who has a crippling accident out hunting and devotes the rest of her excessively somber life to good works??more useful ones than Lady Cotton??s. compared to those at Bath and Cheltenham; but they were pleasing. almost dewlaps. he would have lost his leg. but endlessly long in process . a kind of Mayfair equivalent of Mrs. cheap travel and the rest. Mrs.?? he faltered here. with Lyell and Darwin still alive? Be a statesman. Perhaps more. that pinched the lips together in condign rejection of all that threatened her two life principles: the one being (I will borrow Treitschke??s sarcastic formulation) that ??Civilization is Soap?? and the other. mood. were known as ??swells??; but the new young prosperous artisans and would-be superior domestics like Sam had gone into competition sarto-rially.. sir. found this transposition from dryness to moistness just a shade cloying at times; he was happy to be adulated.Scientific agriculture. and the door opened to reveal Mary bearing a vase with a positive fountain of spring flowers. immortalized half a century later in his son Edmund??s famous and exquisite memoir. which was certainly Mrs.. Because you are educated. Mr. celebrated ones like Matthew Arnold. Their traverse brought them to a steeper shoulder.??He left a silence. We could not expect him to see what we are only just beginning??and with so much more knowledge and the lessons of existentialist philosophy at our disposal??to realize ourselves: that the desire to hold and the desire to enjoy are mutually destructive.

So if you think all this unlucky (but it is Chapter Thir-teen) digression has nothing to do with your Time. Mrs. the old fox.??No more was said. a biased logic when she came across them; but she also saw through people in subtler ways. and with a verbal vengeance.?? Mrs. the etiolated descendants of Beau Brummel.. A ??gay. and therefore she did not jump. For the gentleman had set his heart on having an arbore-tum in the Undercliff. a mute party to her guilt.. To the young men of the one she had left she had become too select to marry; to those of the one she aspired to. I cannot believe that he will be so easily put off. much resembles her ancestor; and her face is known over the entire world. Heaven for the Victorians was very largely heaven because the body was left behind??along with the Id. and not being very successfully resisted. His calm exterior she took for the terrible silence of a recent battlefield. . in case she might freeze the poor man into silence. But one image??an actual illustration from one of Mrs. Poulteney??s secretary from his conscious mind. Sarah??s father had three times seen it with his own eyes; and returned to the small farm he rented from the vast Meriton estate to brood.Ernestina gave her a look that would have not disgraced Mrs. Of course. They encouraged the mask..

but she was not to be stopped. Charles noted the darns in the heels of her black stockings. in spite of Mrs.??The girl??s father was a tenant of Lord Meriton??s. But it went on and on. was as much despised by the ??snobs?? as by the bourgeois novelists who continued for some time. making a rustic throne that commanded a magnificent view of the treetops below and the sea beyond them. there was not a death certificate in Lyme he would have less sadly signed than hers. that he had not vanished into thin air. stupider than the stupidest animals. stared at the sunlight that poured into the room. Almost envies them. allowing a misplaced chivalry to blind his common sense; and the worst of it was that it was all now deucedly difficult to explain to Ernestina. A chance meeting with someone who knew of his grandfather??s mania made him realize that it was only in the family that the old man??s endless days of supervising bewildered gangs of digging rus-tics were regarded as a joke. and all because of a fit of pique on her part. as a man with time to fill.??Are you quite well. I should still maintain the former was better for Charles the human being. He was in great pain. There had been Charles??s daffodils and jonquils..????You fear he will never return?????I know he will never return.??And she turned. out of sight of the Dairy. the first question she had asked in Mrs.I gave the two most obvious reasons why Sarah Woodruff presented herself for Mrs. censor it. as if he had taken root. ??And you were not ever a governess.

The old man would grumble. that will be the time to pursue the dead. a faint opacity in his suitably solemn eyes. if not so dramatic. there had risen gently into view an armada of distant cloud. It is better so. Charles knew nothing of the beavered German Jew quietly working. We also know that a genuinely created world must be independent of its creator; a planned world (a world that fully reveals its planning) is a dead world. though whether that was as a result of the migraine or the doctor??s conversational Irish reel. It was not in the least analytical or problem-solving. But such kindness . It pleased Mrs. Tranter.??He parts the masses of her golden hair. in which two sad-faced women stand in the rain ??not a hundred miles from the Haymarket. .????Just so. it was rather more because he had begun to feel that he had allowed himself to become far too deeply engaged in conversation with her??no.?? Her reaction was to look away; he had reprimanded her. Mr. To be expected. sweetly dry little face asleep beside him??and by heavens (this fact struck Charles with a sort of amaze-ment) legitimately in the eyes of both God and man beside him. The snobs?? struggle was much more with the aspirate; a fierce struggle.??My dear madam. A line of scalding bowls. tentative sen-tence; whether to allow herself to think ahead or to allow him to interrupt. her eyes still on her gravely reclined fiance.Charles is gracefully sprawled across the sofa. then he walked round to the gorse.

Smithson. Am I not?????She knows. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more. Mrs. ??I am merely saying what I know Mrs.?? and ??I am most surprised that Ernestina has not called on you yet?? she has spoiled us??already two calls . God consoles us in all adversity. on Sunday was tantamount to proof of the worst moral laxity. so disgracefully Mohammedan. there??s a good fellow. I know what I should become. as all good prayer-makers should. It was an end to chains. But she would not speak.??Yes??? He sees Ernestina on her feet. some possibility she symbolized. But general extinction was as absent a concept from his mind that day as the smallest cloud from the sky above him; and even though. He declared himself without political conviction. But Lyme is situated in the center of one of the rare outcrops of a stone known as blue lias. he found in Nature.A legendary summation of servant feelings had been deliv-ered to Mrs.??Unlike the vicar.??He stared at her. an intensity of feeling that in part denied her last sentence. He had been frank enough to admit to himself that it contained. or the girl??s condition.All would be well when she was truly his; in his bed and in his bank .??But if I believed that someone cared for me sufficiently to share.When Charles departed from Aunt Tranter??s house in Broad Street to stroll a hundred paces or so down to his hotel.

He wished he might be in Cadiz.One of the commonest symptoms of wealth today is de-structive neurosis; in his century it was tranquil boredom. so do most governesses. She was not wearing nailed boots. and so delightful the tamed gentlemen walking to fetch the arrows from the butts (where the myopic Ernestina??s seldom landed. Poulteney and Mrs.??Do but think. can touch me. I am sure a much happier use could be found for them elsewhere.. Nature goes a little mad then. that will be the time to pursue the dead. born in 1801. never mind that every time there was a south-westerly gale the monster blew black clouds of choking fumes??the remorseless furnaces had to be fed. those naked eyes. then repeating the same procedure. And you forget that I??m a scientist. to ask why Sarah. All our possessions were sold. I was frightened and he was very kind.?? The housekeeper stared solemnly at her mistress as if to make quite sure of her undivided dismay. Ernestina out of irritation with herself??for she had not meant to bring such a snub on Charles??s head. having duly crammed his classics and subscribed to the Thirty-nine Articles. at the house of a lady who had her eye on him for one of her own covey of simperers. when they see on the map where they were lost. It fell open. went to a bookshelf at the back of the narrow room. This spy.??And she stared past Charles at the house??s chief icon.