She regarded the young man coldly. "And you will answer it frankly?"
"Certainly. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. “I
had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no
address. But
Gerald took it for the routine interest in an eligible bachelor, although he was
aware many females had an eye for scarlet regimentals. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his
granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so
many years ago. She became more and more alive, not
so much to a system of ideas as to a big diffused impulse toward change, to a
great discontent with and criticism of life as it is lived, to a clamorous confusion
of ideas for reconstruction—reconstruction of the methods of business, of
economic development, of the rules of property, of the status of children, of the
clothing and feeding and teaching of every one; she developed a quite
exaggerated consciousness of a multitude of people going about the swarming
spaces of London with their minds full, their talk and gestures full, their very
clothing charged with the suggestion of the urgency of this pervasive project of
alteration. She gurgled. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without.
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