A Charming Fellow, Volume IIITrollope, Frances Eleanor
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A Charming Fellow, Volume III
Trollope, Frances Eleanor
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"That's exactly what Miss Bodkin says! Miss Bodkin tried to keep Rhoda
apart from me, I am perfectly sure. And I can't fathom her motive. And
now you say the same sort of thing. However, I always notice that you
echo her words. But I don't intend to be guided by Miss Bodkin's likes
and dislikes. I haven't the same opinion of Miss Bodkin's wisdom that
the people have here, and I shall choose my friends for myself. It's
quite absurd, the fuss that is made in this place about Miss Bodkin;
absolutely sickening. Rose McDougall is the only person of the whole set
who seems to keep her senses on the subject."
"Rose McDougall will never lose her senses from admiration of another
woman," returned Algernon. And then the colloquy was broken up by the
arrival of the Misses McDougall, clogged and cloaked, and attended by
their maid-servant. After having exchanged greetings with these ladies,
Algernon withdrew, murmuring something about going to smoke his cigar.
"You'll not be long, Ancram, shall you?" said his wife, in a complaining
tone. But he disappeared from the room without replying to her.
"I'm so dreadfully afraid that I drive your husband away when I come
here, my dear," said Rose McDougall with a spiteful glance at Algernon's
retreating figure.
"Good gracious, no! He doesn't think of minding you at all."
"Oh, I daresay he does not mind me; does not think me of importance
enough to be taken any notice of. But I cannot help observing that he
always keeps out of the way as much as possible when I am spending an
evening here."
"Nonsense!" said Castalia, tranquilly continuing to string steel beads
on to red silk for the manufacture of a purse.
"You might as well say that it is I who drive Mr. Errington away, Rose,"
put in Violet.
"Not at all!" returned her sister, with sudden sharpness. "That's quite
a different matter."
"I don't see why, Rose!"
The true answer to this remark, in the elder Miss McDougall's mind,
would have been, "You are so utterly insignificant, compared with me,
that you are effaced in my company, and are neither liked nor disliked
on your own merits." But she could not quite say that, so she merely
repeated with increased sharpness, "That's a very different matter."
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