“Oh, but life is difficult!” she
groaned. She directed the
orchestra to tune again. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand,
threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect
intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. And now, my
angel, that I am acquainted with your sentiments on this subject, I shall readily
fulfil a promise which I made to your lamented parent, whose loss I shall ever
deplore. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna. “Why should women be dependent on men?” she asked; and the question was
at once converted into a system of variations upon the theme of “Why are things
as they are?”—“Why are human beings viviparous?”—“Why are people hungry
thrice a day?”—“Why does one faint at danger?”
She stood for a time looking at the dry limbs and still human face of that
desiccated unwrapped mummy from the very beginnings of social life. When you don’t
have any fingers left, I take a toe. At that time, we were beneath the sway of
Anne: we are now at the commencement of the reign of George the First. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered.
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