"The question was raised the last time I saw you, and I
do not think that any good resulted from it."
Mrs. Agar's face dropped. In some ways she was a child still, and a
childish woman of fifty is as aggravating a creature as walks upon this
earth. Dora remembered every word of the interview referred to, while
Mrs. Agar had almost forgotten it. It is to the common-minded that common
proverbs and sayings of the people apply. Hard words had not the power of
breaking anything in Mrs. Agar's being.
"Of course," she said, "_I_ don't wish to talk about it, if you don't. It
is most painful to me."
She had dragged forward a second chair, only separated from that occupied
by Dora by the tea-table.
"Arthur," she said, with a lamentable assumption of cheerfulness, "has
driven over to East Burgen to get some things I wanted. He will not be
back for ever so long."
She reflected that he was overdue at that moment, and that the butler had
orders to send him to the library as soon as he returned.
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