Country life -- England -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction
So it had been with her, and she thought that it should have been so
with Mollie, until the tiresome figure of the Vicar, spoiling the
delicate poise with his crude accusations, presented itself to her. It
was that that had made Mollie so careful that she had shut herself off
in irresponsiveness, wary and intended, instead of following the fresh
pure impulses of her girlhood. She was sure of it, and half wished she
had said as much to Bertie, but on consideration was glad that she
hadn't. He would have been very angry, and awkwardness might have come
of it, for those who were forced to live in proximity to this official
upholder of righteousness. He would be sufficiently confounded when what
he had shown himself so eager to spoil in the making should result in
happiness and accord. If Beatrix, in her loyalty towards youth as
against interfering middle-age, also looked forward with pleasure to
exhibitions of annoyance at the defeat that was coming to him, she may
perhaps be forgiven.
It may be supposed, however, that during that long slow ride home her
thoughts were more taken up with her own affair than with that of her
friends, which indeed seemed in train to be happily settled in a way
that hers was not.
For the first time in all these months, she examined it from a
standpoint a little outside herself. She did not know that she was
enabled to do this by the fact that her devotion to Lassigny's memory
had begun to loosen its hold on her. Her time of love-making had been so
short, and her knowledge of her lover so slight, that it was now the
memory to which she clung, and was obliged to cling if her love was not
to die down altogether. None of this, however, would she have admitted.
She had given her love, and in her own view of it she had given it for
life.
What she found herself able to examine, in the light of Bertie
Pemberton's revelation of himself, was the figure of her own lover, not
altogether deprived of the halo with which she had crowned it, but for
the first time somewhat as others might see it, and especially her
father.
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