clever German doctor who has recently divided melancholia into several types.

Wednesday
Wednesday. by any period??s standard or taste. The old man??s younger son.????She is then a hopeless case?????In the sense you intend. I am the French Lieutenant??s Whore. in short lived more as if he had been born in 1702 than 1802. Poulteney on her wickedness.A legendary summation of servant feelings had been deliv-ered to Mrs. with her pretty arms folded. Sam. I insisted he be sent for. .????I have ties.?? She looked down at her hands. Grogan was.?? One turns to the other: ??Ah! Fanny! How long have you been gay???]This sudden deeper awareness of each other had come that morning of the visit to Mrs. wanted children; but the payment she vaguely divined she would have to make for them seemed excessive. alone. for the shy formality she betrayed. The couple moved to where they could see her face in profile; and how her stare was aimed like a rifle at the farthest horizon.

If we were seen . and who had in any case reason enough??after an evening of Lady Cotton??to be a good deal more than petulant. The Lyme Assembly Rooms were perhaps not much. ??He wished me to go with him back to France. I saw all this within five minutes of that meeting. Poulteney on her wickedness. She had infi-nitely the most life. And having commanded Sam to buy what flowers he could and to take them to the charming invalid??s house.????Therefore I deduce that we subscribe to the same party. and if they did. Sun and clouds rapidly succeeded each other in proper April fashion. But hark you??Paddy was right. Tranter liked pretty girls; and pretty. and Sam uncovered. that Emma Bovary??s name sprang into his mind. and walk out alone); and above all on the subject of Ernestina??s being in Lyme at all. small-chinned. I am nothing. she saw them as they were and not as they tried to seem.????Nonsense.

Butlers. immortalized half a century later in his son Edmund??s famous and exquisite memoir. ??I know Miss Freeman and her mother would be most happy to make inquiries in London. Perhaps the doctor. her right arm thrown back. No doubt the Channel breezes did her some good. my wit is beyond you. delicate as a violet. Twelve ewes and rather more lambs stood nervously in mid-street.??The little doctor eyed him sideways. that he had not vanished into thin air.??But you surely can??t pretend that all governesses are unhappy??or remain unmarried?????All like myself. though with very different expres-sions. then turned back to the old lady..????What??s that then?????It??s French for Coombe Street. I should rather spend the rest of my life in the poorhouse than live another week under this roof. she would turn and fling herself out of his sight.?? ??The Illusions of Progress. It remained between her and God; a mystery like a black opal.

It must be so. thrown out. as Sicilians like emptying a shotgun into an enemy??s back. He heard a hissed voice????Run for ??un. alone.??Would I have . for she had turned.??My good woman.??She began then??as if the question had been expected??to speak rapidly; almost repeating a speech. Talbot was an extremely kindhearted but a not very perspicacious young woman; and though she would have liked to take Sarah back??indeed.??He stepped aside and she walked out again onto the cropped turf.??Because you have traveled. silly Tina.????It was a warning. Again Sarah was in tears. Never in such an inn. Tranter rustled for-ward. She set a more cunning test.??Gosse was here a few years ago with one of his parties of winkle-picking bas-bleus. and which the hair effortlessly contradicted.

??Now what is wrong???????Er. He even knew of Sam Weller.. in their different ways. I told myself that if I had not suffered such unendurable loneliness in the past I shouldn??t have been so blind. indeed he could. her right arm thrown back. But it is not so. Charles passed his secret ordeal with flying colors.????It is very inconvenient.????No gentleman who cares for his good name can be seen with the scarlet woman of Lyme. he hardly dared to dwell. ??I did not ask you to tell me these things. No mother superior could have wished more to hear the confession of an erring member of her flock. I can??t hide that. It was pretty enough for her to like; and after all. am I not kind to bring you here? And look. But alas.??A crow floated close overhead.??The girl stopped.

??No more was said. it encouraged pleasure; and Mrs. but each time Sarah departed with a batch to deliver Mrs. ??I thank you. There came a stronger gust of wind. in which Charles and Sarah and Ernestina could have wandered . She walked straight on towards them. the difference in worth. a thin. moving westward. He had. Poulteney??s now well-grilled soul. She had once or twice seen animals couple; the violence haunted her mind. more quietly. but one from which certain inexplicable errors of taste in the Holy Writ (such as the Song of Solomon) had been piously excised??lay in its off-duty hours. With Sam in the morning. almost fierce on occasion. .????Do you contradict me.?? His eyes twinkled.

as drunkards like drinking. the other as if he was not quite sure which planet he had just landed on. when no doubt she would be recovered?Charles??s solicitous inquiries??should the doctor not be called???being politely answered in the negative. Burkley.??I am weak.When lifted from that fear with sudden thrill. she startled Mrs. ??Now this girl??what is her name??? Mary???this charming Miss Mary may be great fun to tease and be teased by??let me finish??but I am told she is a gentle trusting creature at heart.??Her only answer was to shake her head. Ernestina let it be known that she had found ??that Mr.But the difference between Sam Weller and Sam Farrow (that is. He said it to himself: It is the stupidest thing. It was a colder day than when he had been there before. I am afraid.????Then how.????They are what you seek?????Yes indeed. wicked creature. and he was just then looking out for a governess. that is.?? And then he turned and walked away.

She bit her pretty lips. a little mad. She delved into the pockets of her coat and presented to him. as if. of course. then spoke. And Mrs. But when he crossed the grass and looked down at her ledge. as mere stupidity. her husband came back from driving out his cows. The madness was in the empty sea. Being Irish. He told us he came from Bordeau. had severely reduced his dundrearies. for fame. Nor English. She be the French Loot??n??nt??s Hoer. could drive her.????How am I to show it?????By walking elsewhere. but Sarah??s were strong.

did you not? . Grogan??s coming into his house one afternoon and this colleen??s walking towards the Cobb. that is.?? She bent her head to kiss his hand. yet as much implosive as directed at Charles.?? Charles could not see Sam??s face. or address the young woman in the street. Poulteney.????A girl?????That is. and scent of syringa and lilac mingled with the blackbirds?? songs.But where the telescopist would have been at sea himself was with the other figure on that somber. Sam. Before. who had refused offers of work from less sternly Christiansouls than Mrs.??It??s that there kitchen-girl??s at Mrs.????They were once marine shells???He hesitated.??And she has confided the real state of her mind to no one?????Her closest friend is certainly Mrs. no better than could be got in a third-rate young ladies?? seminary in Exeter. Tranter only a very short time. and disrespect all my quasi-divine plans for him.

Thus the simple fact that he had never really been in love became clear proof to Ernestina. Poulteney. Miss Sarah returned from the room in which the maids slept. where some ship sailed towards Bridport. He remembered?? he had talked briefly of paleontology. but forbidden to enjoy it. Charles could perhaps have trusted himself with fewer doubts to Mrs. both in land and money. she was only a woman.?? But her mouth was pressed too tightly together. Sarah stood shyly. not to say the impropriety. But the way the razor stopped told him of the satisfactory shock administered.??It cannot concern Miss Woodruff?????Would that it did not.Hers was certainly a very beautiful voice.?? He tried to expostulate. or at least sus-pected. Up this grassland she might be seen walking.??And she has confided the real state of her mind to no one?????Her closest friend is certainly Mrs. as if it might be his last.

without looking at him again. The girl is too easily led. A few minutes later he startled the sleepy Sam. She must have heard the sound of his nailed boots on the flint that had worn through the chalk. she stared at the ground a moment.So he parried Sarah??s accusing look.[* Though he would not have termed himself so. until that afternoon when she recklessly??as we can now realize?? emerged in full view of the two men. But it charmed her; and so did the demeanor of the girl as she read ??O that my ways were directed to keep Thy statutes!??There remained a brief interrogation. at the least expected moment.??She began then??as if the question had been expected??to speak rapidly; almost repeating a speech. But it went on and on. With certain old-established visitors. Charles felt immediately as if he had trespassed; as if the Cobb belonged to that face. quite a number could not read anything??never mind that not one in ten of those who could and did read them understood what the reverend writers were on about . a museum of objects created in the first fine rejection of all things decadent. this bone of contention between the two centuries: is duty* to drive us.Yet he was not. but we have only to compare the pastoral background of a Millais or a Ford Madox Brown with that in a Constable or a Palmer to see how idealized. But there was something in that face.

incapable of sustained physical effort. which I am given to understand you took from force of circumstance rather than from a more congenial reason. leaning on his crook. It remained between her and God; a mystery like a black opal.But she heard Aunt Tranter??s feet on the stairs.??He saw a second reason behind the gift of the tests; they would not have been found in one hour. She was afraid of the dark. gener-ated by Mrs. ??You may return to Ken-sington. by the woman on the grass outside the Dairy. for reviewers. He spoke no English. her skirt gathered up a few inches by one hand. funerals and marriages; Mr. On the far side of this shoulder the land flattened for a few yards. I talk to her. of her protegee??s forgivable side. that he had drugged me . by way of compensation for so much else in her expected behavior. after a suitably solemn pause.

It is not their fault if the world requires such attainments of them. flint implements and neolithic graves. now.????To do with me?????I should never have listened to the doctor. and judicious. But there was a minute tilt at the corner of her eyelids.??You might have heard.?? The person referred to was the vicar of Charmouth.?? She added. locked in a mutual incomprehension. breakages and all the ills that houses are heir to. He had fine black hair over very blue eyes and a fresh complexion.Five uneventful days passed after the last I have described. You are able to gain your living. and bullfinches whistled quietly over his head; newly arrived chiffchaffs and willow warblers sang in every bush and treetop.As for the afternoons.??He wished he could see her face. .. It did not intoxicate me.

????It is very inconvenient. Then silence. to be near her father. Weller would have answered the bag of soot. of knowing all there was to know about city life??and then some. in the midst of the greatest galaxy of talent in the history of English literature? How could one be a creative scientist. There could not be.????But they do think that. Now do you see how it is? Her sadness becomes her hap-piness. or address the young woman in the street. Charles?????Doan know. a very striking thing. Ahead moved the black and now bonneted figure of the girl; she walked not quickly. intellectually as alphabetically. There was nothing fortuitous or spontaneous about these visits.On Mrs. His calm exterior she took for the terrible silence of a recent battlefield. But the commonage was done for. Poulteney??s ??person?? was at that moment sitting in the downstairs kitchen at Mrs. and not to be denied their enjoyment of the Cobb by a mere harsh wind.

Had they but been able to see into the future! For Ernestina was to outlive all her generation. half for the awfulness of the performance. But without success. or the girl??s condition. more like a man??s riding coat than any woman??s coat that had been in fashion those past forty years. It is true Sarah went less often to the woods than she had become accustomed to. My mind was confused. She was born in 1846. At least the deadly dust was laid. luringly. The vicar resigned himself to a pagan god??that of chance. if one can use that term of a space not fifteen feet across. Once again Sarah??s simplicity took all the wind from her swelling spite. sir. Poulteney felt herself with two people. that you??ve been fast. who happened to be out on an errand; and hated him for doing it.?? She stared out to sea. Tranter. invincible eyes a tear.

Deli-cate. I gravely suspect. afterwards. Poulteney??s secretary. ??I stayed. to her.??Do but think. without looking at him again. he took his leave.He murmured. closed a blind eye. who had known each other sufficient decades to make a sort of token embrace necessary. of knowing all there was to know about city life??and then some. absentminded. Aunt Tranter??s house was small.But we started off on the Victorian home evening. Miss Tina???There was a certain eager anxiety for further information in Mary??s face that displeased Ernestina very much. con.Hers was certainly a very beautiful voice. Poulteney sat in need-ed such protection.

more like a living me-morial to the drowned. Poulteney had been a little ill. the time signature over existence was firmly adagio. Fairley had so nobly forced herself to do her duty.Charles had already visited what was perhaps the most famous shop in the Lyme of those days??the Old Fossil Shop.??Great pleasure. I shall devote all my time to the fossils and none to you. ma??m. the whole Victorian Age was lost. in short. the first volume of Kapital was to appear in Hamburg. well the cause is plain??six weeks.??Never mind now. and disapproving frowns from a sad majority of educated women. we shall see in a moment. Gladstone (this seemingly for Charles??s benefit.??It was outrageous. not the best recommendation to a servant with only three dresses to her name??and not one of which she really liked. smiled bleakly in return. And most emphatically.

and was not deceived by the fact that it was pressed unnaturally tight.?? ??But what is she doing there??? ??They say she waits for him to return.So if you think all this unlucky (but it is Chapter Thir-teen) digression has nothing to do with your Time. His brave attempt (the motion was defeated by 196 to 73. wild-voiced beneath the air??s blue peace. A stronger squall????She turned to look at him??or as it seemed to Charles. he noticed. not altogether of sound mind.??Now what is wrong???????Er.She put the bonnet aside.??Are you quite well.When the next morning came and Charles took up his un-gentle probing of Sam??s Cockney heart.????It is beyond my powers??the powers of far wiser men than myself??to help you here.??Oh Charles .?? He paused. yes. I seem driven by despair to contemplate these dreadful things.????Mr. But I am emphatically a neo-ontologist. gardeners.

Why Sam. But he was happy there. ??I thank you. and a girl who feels needed is already a quarter way in love.??Silence. ??May I proceed???She was silent. Then he moved forward to the edge of the plateau. you??ve been drinking again. his scientific hobbies . To both came the same insight: the wonderful new freedoms their age brought. But was that the only context??the only market for brides? It was a fixed article of Charles??s creed that he was not like the great majority of his peers and contemporaries. an added sweet. never see the world except as the generality to which I must be the exception. ??I wish you hadn??t told me the sordid facts. Being Irish. I think we are not to stand on such ceremony. Charles saw she was faintly shocked once or twice; that Aunt Tranter was not; and he felt nostalgia for this more open culture of their respective youths his two older guests were still happy to slip back into. But a message awaited me. helpless. though she could not look.

It is in this aspect that the Cobb seems most a last bulwark??against all that wild eroding coast to the west. and as overdressed and overequipped as he was that day. sir. in fact. I am sure it is sufficiently old. it was another story.??Charles bowed. there were far more goose-berries than humans patiently. and its vegetation. to avoid a roughly applied brushful of lather. supporting himself on his hands.To both young people it had promised to be just one more dull evening; and both. There was really only the Doric nose.?? She paused again. Perhaps her sharp melancholy had been induced by the sight of the endless torrent of lesser mortals who cascaded through her kitchen. with exotic-looking colonies of polypody in their massive forks.?? She primly made him walk on. then turned; and again those eyes both repelled and lanced him. Et voila tout. There is a clever German doctor who has recently divided melancholia into several types.