A call : $b The tale of two passionsFord, Ford Madox
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A call : $b The tale of two passions
Ford, Ford Madox
English fiction -- 20th century
“Oh, it’s true,” Mr. Held answered. “In the last place I was in I had
to have meals with the butler, and here you’ve been good, and I’ve
made this discovery, that my mentality _will_ synchronize with
another person’s if I’m much in sympathy with them.” And then he asked
anxiously: “Mrs. Leicester wasn’t very bad?”
“Oh no,” Robert Grimshaw answered, “it was only that she had come to
the resolution of calling in Miss Lascarides.”
“Now, I should have thought it was more than that,” Held said. “I was
almost certain that it was something very bitter and unpleasant. One of
those thoughts that seem suddenly to wreck one’s whole life.”
“Oh, I don’t think it was more than that,” Robert Grimshaw said; and
Mr. Held went on to declare at ecstatic lengths how splendid it would
be for Pauline to have Katya in the house, to have someone to confide
in, to unbosom herself to, to strengthen her mentality with, and
from whom to receive--he was sure she would receive it, since Miss
Lascarides was Mrs. Langham’s sister--to receive a deep and clinging
affection. Besides, Miss Lascarides having worked in the United States,
was certain to have imbibed some of Mrs. Eddy’s doctrine, so that,
except for Mr. Leicester’s state, it was, Mr. Held thought, going to
be an atmosphere of pure joy in the house. Mrs. Leicester so needed a
sister.
Robert Grimshaw sipped his coffee in a rather grim silence. “I wish
you’d get me the ‘ABC,’ or look up the trains for Brighton,” he said.
IV
“HERE comes mother and the bad man,” Kitty said from the top of her
donkey, and there sure enough to meet them, as they were returning
desultorily to lunch along the cliff-top, came Ellida Langham and
Robert Grimshaw. Ellida at the best of times was not much of a
pedestrian, and the donkey, for all it was large and very nearly white,
moved with an engrossed stubbornness that, even when she pulled it,
Katya found it difficult to change. On this occasion, however, she did
not even pull it, and the slowness of their mutual approach across the
green grass high up in the air had the effect of the coming together of
two combatant but reluctant forces.
“He’s a bad, bad man,” little Kitty said.
“And he’s a bad, bad man,” Katya answered her.
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