her
having ideas--or what he deemed ideas. She struck a toneing warmth
through his intelligence, not dissimilar to the livelier circulation of
the blood in the frame breathing mountain air. She really helped
him, incited him to go along with this windy wild modern time more
cheerfully, if not quite hopefully. For she had been the book of Romance
he despised when it appeared as a printed volume: and which might have
educated the young man to read some among our riddles in the book of
humanity. The white he was ready to take for silver the black were all
black; the spotted had received corruption's label. Her youthful French
governess Mademoiselle de Seilles was also peculiarly enigmatic at the
mouth conversant, one might expect, with the disintegrating literature
of her country. In public, the two talked of St. Louis. One of them in
secret visits a Mrs. Marsett. The Southweare women, the Hennen women,
and Lady Evelina Reddish, were artless candid creatures in their early
days, not transgressing in a glance. Lady Grace Halley had her fit of
the devotional previous to marriage. No girl known to Dudley by report
or acquaintance had committed so scandalous an indiscretion as Miss
Radnor's: it pertained to the insolently vile.

And on that ground, it started the voluble defence. For certain
suspected things will dash suspicion to the rebound, when they are
very dark. As soon as the charge against her was moderated, the defence
expired. He heard the world delivering its judgement upon her; and he
sorrowfully acquiesced. She passed from him.

When she was cut off, she sang him in the distance a remembered saying
of hers, with the full melody of her voice. One day, treating of modern
pessimism, he had draped a cadaverous view of our mortal being in a
quotation of the wisdom of the Philosopher Emperor: 'To set one's love
upon the swallow is a futility.' And she, weighing it, nodded, and
replied: 'May not the pleasure for us remain if we set our love upon the
beauty of the swallow's flight?'

There was, for a girl, a bit of idea, real idea, in that meaning, of
course, the picture we are to have of the bird's wings in motion, it
has often been admired. Oh! not much of an idea in itself: feminine and
vague. But it was pertinent, opportune; in this way she stimulated.
And the girl who could think it, and call on a Mrs. Marsett, was of the
class of mixtures properly to be handed over to chemical experts for
analysis!

She had he