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some momentous step. She has taken it. She has learnt--you will let me talk freely, as I have begun freely--she has learnt what it is to love: the greatest lesson, some people will tell you, that our earthly life provides." It was now time for him to wave his hat at the approaching trio. He did not omit to do so. "She has learnt through you," and if his voice was still clerical, it was now also sincere; "let it be your care that her knowledge is profitable to her." "Grazie tante!" said Cecil, who did not like parsons. "Have you heard?" shouted Mrs. Honeychurch as she toiled up the sloping garden. "Oh, Mr. Beebe, have you heard the news?" Freddy, now full of geniality, whistled the wedding march. Youth seldom criticizes the accomplished fact. "Indeed I have!" he cried. He looked at Lucy.
In her presence he could not act the parson any longer--at all events not without apology. "Mrs. Honeychurch, I'm going to do what I am always supposed to do, but generally I'm too shy. I want to invoke every kind of blessing on them, grave and gay, great and small. I want them all their lives to be supremely good and supremely happy as husband and wife, as father and mother. And now I want my tea." "You only asked for it just in time," the lady retorted. "How dare you be serious at Windy Corner?" He took his tone from her. There was no more heavy beneficence, no more attempts to dignify the situation with poetry or the Scriptures. None of them dared or was able to be serious any more. An engagement is so potent a thing that sooner or later it reduces all who speak of it to this state of cheerful awe. Away from it, in the solitude of their rooms, Mr. Beebe, and even
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In her presence he could not act the parson<br />
any longer--at all events not without apology.<br />
"Mrs. Honeychurch, I'm going to do what I am<br />
always supposed to do, but generally I'm too<br />
shy. I want to invoke every kind of blessing on<br />
them, grave and gay, great and small. I want<br />
them all their lives to be supremely good and<br />
supremely happy as husband and wife, as<br />
father and mother. And now I want my tea."<br />
"You only asked for it just in time," the lady<br />
retorted. "How dare you be serious at Windy<br />
Corner?"<br />
He took his tone from her. There was no more<br />
heavy beneficence, no more attempts to<br />
dignify the situation with poetry or the<br />
Scriptures. None of them dared or was able to<br />
be serious any more.<br />
An engagement is so potent a thing that<br />
sooner or later it reduces all who speak of it to<br />
this state of cheerful awe. Away from it, in the<br />
solitude of their rooms, Mr. Beebe, and even
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