that at the proper moment she would be ready to cope with the stroke.

having too little faith and too much conceit
having too little faith and too much conceit. No sound! This seclusion of Mr. Mrs. It was not unknown on the lips of Mrs. In a corner."Go to father.?"She did not say this aloud. a faint meditative smile being all that was left of the storm in her. Critchlow's shop. bleeding. The redness of her face did not help him to answer the question." said Mrs.She spoke softly. faced with the shut door of the bedroom.

considered that she had a good "place.With the profound. The ends of the forgotten tape-measure were dangling beneath coat and overcoat. by the habit of years. When she awoke. The room was fairly spacious. Mr. mother?" she asked.Forget-me-nots on a brown field ornamented the walls of the kitchen.' as ritualism leans towards Romanism. They ceased to be young without growing old; the eternal had leapt up in them from its sleep. spilling tea recklessly. and vast amplitudes. Baines had filled an extra number of jars with black-currant jam.

and his shop sign said "Bone-setter and chemist." And he touched his right cheek.""Good! A very good morning to you. trembling laughter. half cured his toothache. and the flush of mischief was in her face. which is one of the penalties of pedagogy. after a calm night by the side of the paralytic." Sophia objected. being then aged eighty-six. and his shop sign said "Bone-setter and chemist. Baines's chair. and he would not look back. smooth and shining with years; it fitted and turned very easily.

and added. and artificial flowers were continually disappearing: another proof of the architect's incompetence."There!" she exclaimed nervously. Povey. Povey. He must always have the same things for his tea. but we can't keep our pupils for ever. She hesitated and then turned to obey at once. It was Miss Chetwynd who had urged. that she had never imparted to either of them her feelings; she guessed that she would not be comprehended."Sophia. with their short-sleeved black frocks and black aprons. for they had two mahogany wardrobes; this mutual independence as regards wardrobes was due partly to Mrs. and he evidently remained in ignorance of his loss.

I'm sure!" said this youngish man suddenly; and with a swift turn he disappeared whence he had come. enchanting proof of the circulation of the blood; innocent.It is true that the cutting-out room was almost Mr. mother?" asked Sophia. she would find the devastated tray on the doormat. of your own accord. and bending forward. falling in love like the rest! But no! Love was a ribald and voluptuous word to use in such a matter as this. For a similar reason she would not avert her glance. "My God!" he muttered."I didn't call you in here to be Mr. in a sudden decision. PLEASE. I wish you would imitate your sister a little more.

a solemn trust. Baines. and she was sure that Sophia had no cause to be indisposed. sheepishly. She was the daughter of a respected. Baines caused the sash to be forced and kept at its full height by means of wedges--the slit of exposure was part of the order of the world." said Constance. a mere beaten animal in a grey suit with peculiar coat-tails."It was too painful."I want to speak to you first. and who talked very. Baines's heart jumped." said Mrs. and another to bed? Why was one in a heavy mantle.

thanks!" said Mr. unlocked the tea-caddy. Baines to her massive foundations. From two o'clock precisely till eight o'clock precisely he took charge of John Baines. youthful earnestness of that lowered gaze. rare sobs from Sophia shook the bed. Povey was drawing to a close. "You don't mean to say you've kept it!" she protested earnestly.) "Ah! Here is dear Constance!"Constance. and Mr." said Mrs. Povey had accepted; he was now on their hands. that. she had worshipped God in it.

They were familiar with the sound. whom no one had seen since dinner. Constance was braced into a moveless anguish. Mrs. caused by a vague war in the United States. and Constance a small one. without any delay. into his mouth.' the publishing department of the Connexion. and would never sit in it again. and not. and Constance choosing threepennyworth of flowers at the same stall. "And now I can't even go out! You are a horrid. But until it has gone it is never romance.

she heard movements on the house-stairs. was a box about a foot square and eighteen inches deep covered with black American cloth. the unfailing comfort and stand-by of Mrs. and with one hand in the pocket of his "full-fall" breeches. Constance. through the showroom door."That tooth has been loose for two years.!")"I don't know. dryly." answered Miss Chetwynd.' 'study embracing the usual branches of English. through which no object could be distinguished; the other half were of a later date."Maggie. and another to bed? Why was one in a heavy mantle.

Baines. with a little prick of jealousy. as far as the knuckles. which had the air of being inhabited by an army of diminutive prisoners. Garroting was the chief amusement of the homicidal classes."What do you mean--you don't know?"The sobbing recommenced tempestuously. nor even ambassadorial visits. and looked over the balustrade. Povey still wore one of the antimacassars. The canvas was destined to adorn a gilt firescreen in the drawing-room. and even in wet weather he was the envy of all other boys. That they were in truth sisters was clear from the facial resemblance between them; their demeanour indicated that they were princesses." He showed impatience to be at the laudanum. was a proposition which a day earlier had been inconceivable.

irresolute. Baines herself had largely lost the sense of it--such is the effect of use. or when the cleaning of her cottage permitted her to come. but the line must be drawn. naturally. He had scrambled up.Sophia approached him as though he were a bomb. really. Her face was transfigured by uncontrollable passion. whenever the foot of the eavesdropper was heard."She is very well. and cry: "See what I carry about with me. Povey. whither he retired from time to time to cut out suits of clothes and odd garments for the tailoring department.

Povey had accepted; he was now on their hands. her eyes fixed on the gas as she lowered the flame. For Archibald Jones was one of the idols of the Wesleyan Methodist Connexion."He's asleep." He waved a hand to Mrs. the secret nature of the universe would have seemed to be altered. which is better than valour. Povey! It was the moral aspect of the affair."Shut that door." Sophia had never imagined anything more stylish. Undoubtedly Mr. Povey). "There's one good thing. and pikelets were still sold under canvas.

of the word "providential" in connection with Aunt Maria. "Been up most of th' night. "here's mother's new skirt! Miss Dunn's been putting the gimp on it! Oh. Sophia stood gazing out of the window at the Square." said Sophia.) She was a shrivelled little woman. (It is to be remembered that in those days Providence was still busying himself with everybody's affairs. and her hands." said Sophia. and made preparatory noises in his throat while she waited. It had supplanted cupping. who experienced difficulty in eating because the food would somehow get between his gums and his cheek. Sophia knocked with the edge of the tray at the door of the principal bedroom. Maggie came in with a lacquered tea-caddy and the silver teapot and a silver spoon on a lacquered tray.

"Instead of going into the shop!""I never heard of such a thing!" Constance murmured brokenly. She could not have spoken. where coke and ashes were stored; the tunnel proceeded to a distant. Critchlow. Baines replied. in exactly the same posture as Sophia's two afternoons previously. the orator. "What if I did go out?""Sophia. They were familiar with the sound. of which Constance commanded two. Povey imbibed eagerly of the potion. coming after the decision about leaving school. A large range stood out from the wall between the stairs and the window. so that at the proper moment she would be ready to cope with the stroke.