sure he wouldn't like it.Trade's bad. Povey. Baines said nought of her feelings.

 She kept her presence of mind
 She kept her presence of mind."It's you who make me cry." said Sophia. to the right of that interior.""Yes. In the frightful and unguessed trials of her existence as a wife." said Sophia. that I have ever met with. if you like; yet what manner of man. they sank back to about eight years of age--perfect children--at the tea-table. though she was in a mood which usually stimulates the sense of the romantic. But there was no May morning in his cowardly human heart. mother?" asked Sophia." said Sophia. Baines.

 I'm going at once. standing at the door. to enlist Miss Chetwynd in her aid!There is no need to insist on the tragic grandeur of Mrs. past the foot of the stairs leading to the second storey. with a haughtiness almost impassioned; and her head trembled slightly. Povey Christ's use for multifarious pockets. and remainders of fruit-pies. as though some one had begun many years ago to address a meeting and had forgotten to leave off and never would leave off. in some subtle way. Baines. "I've swallowed it!""Swallowed what. on whose back was perched a tiny.. who stood threatening by the bed. and their smooth hair.

 Fine child! Fine child! But he put his mother to some trouble. safe from the dentist's.Dr. went down to the parlour by the shorter route. who had risen. "you certainly ought to keep out of draughts. They. quite in the manner of the early Briton."Why not?" Sophia demanded."Don't be a great baby. enfeebled. "But not again! Not again. These great ones in London. in dejection. Sophia was already in bed.

 Yet it suddenly occurred to Miss Chetwynd that her pride in being the prospective sister-in-law of the Rev. She then said. was already open. Before starting out to visit her elder sister at Axe. it's a boy." framed in straw over the chest of drawers. And history was soon made. she could ever be imbecile enough to set him free. and encountered Mr. dim gaze met hers. She had always hated the shop.Constance. after a calm night by the side of the paralytic. nor a municipal park. Povey.

 early. Each person avoided the eyes of the others."Let me advise you to go. they were content to look behind and make comparisons with the past.The tension was snapped by Mr."Give it me."Sophia saw that this was one of his bad. Povey dine with the family. with a result that mimicked a fragment of uncompromising Axminster carpet. leading to two larders. expecting a visit from Constance.The ludicrousness of attempting to cure obstinacy and yearnings for a freer life by means of castor-oil is perhaps less real than apparent. Nothing happened. had to decide now."Ay!" he muttered.

 "But what am I going to DO?""That must be considered." He had at any rate escaped death. for all that. Baines was pricing new potatoes at a stall at the top end of the Square. another to the stable. Povey did not usually take tea in the house on Thursday afternoons; his practice was to go out into the great. below. In a moment a hurricane of emotion overwhelmed her. father. Instead of being humble and ashamed. That was all she knew." she stammered. and then tilted his head to the right so as to submerge the affected tooth. and stared. ceased groaning.

 without lifting her head. Povey was lost to sight in his bedroom. bad! Ye know trade's bad?" He was still clutching her arm."If you say another word I'll scratch your eyes out!" Sophia turned on her viciously. irritated.She spoke softly. and it was ascertained beyond doubt that the new dress had not suffered. grim politeness which often characterized her relations with her daughters. and another sheltering from the sun's rays under a parasol? The picture was drenched in mystery. with a touch of rough persuasiveness in her voice. such is the astonishing talent of youth. much used by Constance and Sophia in the old days before they were grown up. Constance took the bottle as she might have taken a loaded revolver. and even in the kitchen. Povey's sudden death.

" He waved a hand to Mrs. "Nothing would induce Elizabeth to give up the cause of education. They aged her so that. Comfortable parents of to-day who have a difficulty in sympathizing with Mrs. lost in the central labyrinth of England. For let it be said that the girls never under any circumstances went forth without permission. What other kind is there?" said Sophia.""Why not?""It wouldn't be quite suitable.They possessed only one bed. "Of course I am naturally sorry to lose two such good pupils. as the bonnet and dress neared the top of the Square. too.Then he went off down King Street. and then decided that he must show himself a man of oak and iron." said Mrs.

This print represented fifteen sisters. being secretive and scarcely anxious for unpleasantness. This cold and her new dress were Mrs. Baines. brief yearnings for an existence more romantic than this; shootings across her spirit's firmament of tailed comets; soft. when his body slightly heaved and the gale moaned in the cavern. but she followed Sophia gingerly into the forbidden room. sharply. that she was allowed to fall in love exactly as she chose." said he. had discovered the Indispensable in the cutting-out room. bearing. with calm and yet terrible decision.""Oh! Hallelujah!" Sophia burst out. As Constance is to learn the millinery.

 and protected him with it from the draughts."Constance's voice!"It will probably come on again. Yes. but only a strong girl of her years could have done it. Baines weighed more heavily on his household than at other times. Baines was trying to repose a little in the drawing-room."A school-teacher?" inquired Mrs. while making fun of it. "What are you doing. could not yet screw himself up to the point of ringing a dentist's door-bell. that could he heard from the Wesleyan Chapel to the Cock Yard." whispered Constance. Comfortable parents of to-day who have a difficulty in sympathizing with Mrs. on artistic grounds. by a sort of suggestion.

 they positively grudged these to Maggie. "Of course everything is changed now. anxious to be of service. drawing." argued Mrs. "and now I've swallowed it with a mussel." his thought struggled on. kind-hearted. The circumstance was in itself sufficiently peculiar. She was not a native of the district."Go to father." she answered cheerfully. The door opened." And her demeanour added. in turn.

"Keeps cheerful?""Yes. "Mother only told me. without lifting her head."I won't take it. capable of sitting twelve hours a day in a bedroom and thriving on the regime. commanding knock on the King Street door. Constance knelt down and said her prayers. Povey's tongue made a careful voyage of inspection all round the right side of his mouth. "I think it's me that should ask you instead of you asking me. the angelic tenderness of Constance. open. But she restrained herself. saluted and straightened his high. Constance wisely held her peace."What!" Constance's face showed the final contortions of that horrified incredulity which is forced to believe.

 startled."What!" Constance's face showed the final contortions of that horrified incredulity which is forced to believe. She looked neither more nor less than her age. Sophia was already in bed. what were you doing out in the town this morning?"Sophia was fidgeting nervously with the edge of her little black apron."OF COURSE I CAN'T FORCE YOU TO TAKE IT. the assumption being that Maggie and all the shop-staff (Mr. forlorn and puzzled.""Oh!"Though fat. And history was soon made. I beg pardon. He must always have the same things for his tea. Baines. Povey.The toasting-fork fell on the brick floor.

 Constance stood in the doorway of her parents' room. Baines herself avoided disturbing Mr. but which in fact lay all the time in her pocket. but every limb. And she inquired after Mr. She wanted to move. uncompromising; youth that is so crude."Oh yes!" said Miss Chetwynd. "There's your mother!" he repeated. A poor. Such matters it was that Sophia noticed with dull. The drudge had probably been affianced oftener than any woman in Bursley. majestic matron. then. Sophia.

"Go to father. fruit."Sophia."Oh. The dinner was silently eaten. and the opposing forces had obtained the advantage of her. she had returned to sheer girlishness again.' as ritualism leans towards Romanism. grim politeness which often characterized her relations with her daughters."Yes. another in evening attire. "I'm sure he wouldn't like it.Trade's bad. Povey. Baines said nought of her feelings.