A Charming Fellow, Volume IITrollope, Frances Eleanor
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A Charming Fellow, Volume II
Trollope, Frances Eleanor
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"Well--perhaps! Or, rather, you have lived among them until it seems to
you that higher-flying creatures have something a little ridiculous
about them. And you forcibly restrain any upward tendencies of wing--at
least in the presence of your mates of the barn-door."
"I am flattered to be credited with some upward tendencies, at any rate!
But, Miss Bodkin, to drop metaphor, in which I cannot attempt to compete
with you, I must be allowed to maintain that Powell's outbursts of
excitement are neither good for himself nor others. They are morbid, and
not the healthy expression of a healthy nature, like the lark's singing
and soaring."
"You have seen Powell since his return. How does he seem to be in
health?"
"In bodily health not, perhaps, so much amiss, although he is greatly
emaciated and startlingly pale. But his mind is in a strange state."
"He was always enthusiastic."
"He is enthusiastic for others, but as regards himself his mind is a
prey to overwhelming gloom. I see a great change for the worse in him in
that respect."
Minnie felt a strong desire to see the preacher again. She
compassionated him from her heart, and thought she might be able to
administer some comfort to him, as regarded Rhoda Maxfield. There were
days when Minnie was able to walk from one room to another with the
assistance of a crutched stick; and it occurred to her that if Mrs.
Thimbleby would allow her house to be made the place of meeting, she
might see and speak with Powell there more privately, and with less
danger of exciting gossiping remark, than elsewhere. Minnie had once or
twice latterly driven to the widow Thimbleby's house to see Mrs.
Errington, or leave a message for her, although she had never mounted to
her sitting-room. For the ladder-like staircase, which was an imaginary
difficulty in the way of Castalia's visits to her mother-in-law, was a
very real obstacle to Minnie Bodkin.
The project of seeing Powell in this way took possession of her mind.
She sent a note to Mrs. Thimbleby, by her maid Jane, asking at what hour
Mr. Powell was most likely to be in the house; and saying that she
should like to come there and say a few words to him about a person in
whose welfare he was interested.
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