Love stories; Orphans -- Fiction; Southern States -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
"Have you waked to a consciousness of that danger?"
"Yes; and I want you to teach me something. Come, tell me what that
thing is I asked you about."
"Tell you what?"
"Why, what a--a 'Fourieristic-phalanx' is?" said she earnestly.
Beulah could not avoid smiling, and wondered how he managed to look
so very serious, as he replied:
"I know very little about the tactics of Fourieristic-phalanxes, but
believe a phalange is a community or association of about eighteen
hundred persons, who were supposed or intended to practice the
Fourieristic doctrines. In fine, a phalange is a sort of French
Utopia."
"And where is that, sir?" asked Pauline innocently, without taking
her eyes from his face.
"Utopia is situated in No-country, and its chief city is on the
banks of the river Waterless."
"Oh, Uncle Guy! how can you quiz me so unmercifully, when I ask you
to explain things to me?"
"Why, Pauline, I am answering your questions correctly. Sir Thomas
More professed to describe Utopia, which means No-place, and
mentions a river Waterless. Don't look so desperately lofty. I will
show you the book, if you are so incorrigibly stupid." He passed his
arm round her as he spoke, and kept her close beside him.
"Mr. Lockhart, is he telling the truth?" cried she incredulously.
"Certainly he is," answered her stepfather, smiling.
"Oh, I don't believe either of you! You two think that I am simple
enough to believe any absurdity you choose to tell me. Beulah, what
is Utopia?"
"Just what your uncle told you. More used Greek words which
signified nothing, in order to veil the satire."
"Oh, a satire! Now, what is the reason you could not say it was a
satire, you wiseacre?"
"Because I gave you credit for some penetration, and at least common
sense."
"Both of which I have proved myself devoid of, I suppose? Thank
you." She threw her arms round his neck, kissed him once or twice,
and laughingly added: "Come now, Uncle Guy, tell me what these
'phalanxes,' as you call them, have to do with Ernest's text?"
"I really cannot inform you. There is the dinner bell." Unclasping
her arms, he led the way to the dining room.
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