A Strange Story — Volume 02Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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A Strange Story — Volume 02
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
"No, my strong intellect did nothing of the kind. I do not know whether
mesmerism be false or clairvoyance impossible; and I don't wish to know.
All I do know is, that I saw the Hill in great danger,--young ladies
allowing themselves to be put to sleep by gentlemen, and pretending they
had no will of their own against such fascination! Improper and shocking!
And Miss Brabazon beginning to prophesy, and Mrs. Leopold Smythe
questioning her maid (whom Dr. Lloyd declared to be highly gifted) as to
all the secrets of her friends. When I saw this, I said, 'The Hill is
becoming demoralized; the Hill is making itself ridiculous; the Hill must
be saved!' I remonstrated with Dr. Lloyd as a friend; he remained
obdurate. I annihilated him as an enemy, not to me but to the State. I
slew my best lover for the good of Rome. Now you know why I took your
part,--not because I have any opinion, one way or the other, as to the
truth or falsehood of what Dr. Lloyd asserted; but I have a strong opinion
that, whether they be true or false, his notions were those which are not
to be allowed on the Hill. And so, Allen Fenwick, that matter was
settled."
Perhaps at another time I might have felt some little humiliation to learn
that I had been honoured with the influence of this great potentate not as
a champion of truth, but as an instrument of policy; and I might have
owned to some twinge of conscience in having assisted to sacrifice a
fellow-seeker after science--misled, no doubt, but preferring his
independent belief to his worldly interest--and sacrifice him to
those deities with whom science is ever at war,--the Prejudices of a
Clique sanctified into the Proprieties of the World. But at that moment
the words I heard made no perceptible impression on my mind. The gables
of Abbots' House were visible above the evergreens and lilacs; another
moment, and the carriage stopped at the door.
CHAPTER XIV.
Mrs. Ashleigh received us in the dining-room. Her manner to me, at first,
was a little confused and shy. But my companion soon communicated
something of her own happy ease to her gentler friend. After a short
conversation we all three went to Lilian, who was in a little room on the
ground-floor, fitted up as her study. I was glad to perceive that my
interdict of the deathchamber had been respected.
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