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which might have prompted her to entreat him to transfer his affection from herself to Harriet, as infinitely the most worthy of the two-- or even the more simple sublimity of resolving to refuse him at once and for ever, without vouchsafing any motive, because he could not marry them both, Emma had it not. She felt for Harriet, with pain and with contrition; but no flight of generosity run mad, opposing all that could be probable or reasonable, entered her
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brain. She had led her friend astray, and it would be a reproach to her for ever; but her judgment was as strong as her feelings, and as strong as it had ever been before, in reprobating any such alliance for him, as most unequal and degrading. Her way was clear, though not quite smooth.--She spoke then, on being so entreated.-- What did she say?--Just what she ought, of course. A lady
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
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And it isn't justthat?"
"Well, Colonel Luscombe, I am running a hotel. Icouldn't afford actually to lose money."
"But how can that pay you?"
"It's a question ofatmosphere…. Strangers coming to this country (Americans, inparticular, because they are the ones who have the money) have their own rather queerideas of what England is like. I'm not talking, youunderstand, of the rich business tycoons who are always crossing the Atlantic. Theyusually go to the Savoy or the Dorchester. They want modern décor, American food,all the things that will make them feel at home. But there are a lot of people who comeabroad at rare intervals and who expect this country to be – well,I won't go back as far as Dickens, but they've read Cranford and Henry James, and they don'twant to find this country just the same as their own! So they go back home afterwards andsay: 'There's a wonderful place inLondon; Bertram's Hotel, it'scalled. It's just like stepping back a hundred years. It justis old England! And the people who stay there! People you'dnever come across an
ere else. Wonderful old Duchesses. They serve all the old Englishdishes, there's a marvellous old-fashioned beefsteak pudding!You've never tasted anything like it; and great sirloins ofbeef and saddles of mutton, and an old-fashioned English tea and a wonderful Englishbreakfast. And of course all the usual things as well. And it'swonderfully comfortable. And warm. Great log fires.'"
Mr. Humfries ceased his impersonation and permittedhimself something nearly approaching a grin.
"I see," said Luscombethoughtfully. "These people; decayed aristocrats, impoverishedmembers of the old County families, they are all so much mise en scene?"
Mr. Humfries nodded agreement.
"I really wonder no one else has thought of it. ofcourse I found Bertram's ready made, so to speak. All itneeded was some rather expensive restoration. All the people who come here think it's something that they've discovered forthemselves, that no one else knows about."
"I suppose," saidLuscombe, "that the restoration was quite expensive?"
"Oh yes. The place has got to look Edwardian, butit's got to have the modern comforts that we take for grantedin these days. Our old dears – if you will forgive mereferring to them as that – have got to feel that nothing haschanged since the turn of the century, and our travelling clients have got to feel theycan have period surroundings, and still have what they are used to having at home, and can't really live without!"
"Bit difficult sometimes?" suggested Luscombe.
"Not really. Take central heating for instance.Americans require – need, I should say – at least ten degrees Fahrenheit higher than English people do. We actuallyhave two quite different sets of bedrooms. The English we put in one lot, the Americans inthe other. The rooms all look alike, but they are full of actual differences – electric razors, and showers as well as tubs in some of the bathrooms, and ifyou want an American breakfast, it's there – cereals and iced orange juice and all – or if youprefer you can have the English breakfast."
"Eggs and bacon?"
"As you say – but agood deal more than that if you want it. kippers, kidneys and bacon, cold grouse, Yorkham. Oxford marmalade."
"I must remember all that tomorrow morning. Don't get that sort of thing any more at home."
Humfries smiled.
"Most gentlemen only ask for eggs and bacon. They've – well, they'vegoo out of the way of thinking about the things there used to be."
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"Yes, yes…. I rememberwhen I was a child…. Sideboard groaning with hot dishes. Yes,it was a luxurious way of life."
"We endeavour to give people anything they askfor."
"Including seek cake and muffins – yes, I see. To each according to his need – I see…. Quite Marxian."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Just a thought, Humfries. Extremes meet."
Colonel Luscombe turned away, taking the key MissGorringe offered him. A pageboy sprang to attention and conducted him to the lift. He sawin passing that Lady Selina Hazy was now sitting with her friend Jane something or other.
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And it isn't justthat?"
"Well, Colonel Luscombe, I am running a hotel. Icouldn't afford actually to lose money."
"But how can that pay you?"
"It's a question ofatmosphere…. Strangers coming to this country (Americans, inparticular, because they are the ones who have the money) have their own rather queerideas of what England is like. I'm not talking, youunderstand, of the rich business tycoons who are always crossing the Atlantic. Theyusually go to the Savoy or the Dorchester. They want modern décor, American food,all the things that will make them feel at home. But there are a lot of people who comeabroad at rare intervals and who expect this country to be – well,I won't go back as far as Dickens, but they've read Cranford and Henry James, and they don'twant to find this country just the same as their own! So they go back home afterwards andsay: 'There's a wonderful place inLondon; Bertram's Hotel, it'scalled. It's just like stepping back a hundred years. It justis old England! And the people who stay there! People you'dnever come across an
ere else. Wonderful old Duchesses. They serve all the old Englishdishes, there's a marvellous old-fashioned beefsteak pudding!You've never tasted anything like it; and great sirloins ofbeef and saddles of mutton, and an old-fashioned English tea and a wonderful Englishbreakfast. And of course all the usual things as well. And it'swonderfully comfortable. And warm. Great log fires.'"
Mr. Humfries ceased his impersonation and permittedhimself something nearly approaching a grin.
"I see," said Luscombethoughtfully. "These people; decayed aristocrats, impoverishedmembers of the old County families, they are all so much mise en scene?"
Mr. Humfries nodded agreement.
"I really wonder no one else has thought of it. ofcourse I found Bertram's ready made, so to speak. All itneeded was some rather expensive restoration. All the people who come here think it's something that they've discovered forthemselves, that no one else knows about."
"I suppose," saidLuscombe, "that the restoration was quite expensive?"
"Oh yes. The place has got to look Edwardian, butit's got to have the modern comforts that we take for grantedin these days. Our old dears – if you will forgive mereferring to them as that – have got to feel that nothing haschanged since the turn of the century, and our travelling clients have got to feel theycan have period surroundings, and still have what they are used to having at home, and can't really live without!"
"Bit difficult sometimes?" suggested Luscombe.
"Not really. Take central heating for instance.Americans require – need, I should say – at least ten degrees Fahrenheit higher than English people do. We actuallyhave two quite different sets of bedrooms. The English we put in one lot, the Americans inthe other. The rooms all look alike, but they are full of actual differences – electric razors, and showers as well as tubs in some of the bathrooms, and ifyou want an American breakfast, it's there – cereals and iced orange juice and all – or if youprefer you can have the English breakfast."
"Eggs and bacon?"
"As you say – but agood deal more than that if you want it. kippers, kidneys and bacon, cold grouse, Yorkham. Oxford marmalade."
"I must remember all that tomorrow morning. Don't get that sort of thing any more at home."
Humfries smiled.
"Most gentlemen only ask for eggs and bacon. They've – well, they'vegoo out of the way of thinking about the things there used to be."
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"Yes, yes…. I rememberwhen I was a child…. Sideboard groaning with hot dishes. Yes,it was a luxurious way of life."
"We endeavour to give people anything they askfor."
"Including seek cake and muffins – yes, I see. To each according to his need – I see…. Quite Marxian."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Just a thought, Humfries. Extremes meet."
Colonel Luscombe turned away, taking the key MissGorringe offered him. A pageboy sprang to attention and conducted him to the lift. He sawin passing that Lady Selina Hazy was now sitting with her friend Jane something or other.
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Thursday, December 27, 2007
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¡¡¡¡No Annie was there; and when they called to her, no Annie replied. But all pressing out of the room, in a crowd, to see what was the matter, we found her lying on the hall floor. There was great alarm at first, until it was found that she was in a swoon, and that the swoon was yielding to the usual means of recovery; when the Doctor, who had lifted her head upon his knee, put her curls aside with his hand, and said, looking around: ¡¡¡¡'Poor Annie! She's so faithful and tender-hearted! It's the parting from her old playfellow and friend - her favourite cousin - that has done this. Ah! It's a pity! I am very sorry!' ¡¡¡¡When she opened her
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eyes, and saw where she was, and that we were all standing about her, she arose with assistance: turning her head, as she did so, to lay it on the Doctor's shoulder - or to hide it, I don't know which. We went into the drawing-room, to leave her with the Doctor and her mother; but she said, it seemed, that she was better than she had been since morning, and that she would rather be brought among us; so they brought her in, looking very white and weak, I thought, and sat her on a sofa. ¡¡¡¡'Annie, my dear,' said her mother, doing something to her dress. 'See here! You have lost a bow. Will anybody be so good as find a ribbon; a cherry-coloured ribbon?' ¡¡¡¡It was the one she had worn at her bosom. We all looked for it; I myself looked everywhere, I am certain - but nobody could find it.
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¡¡¡¡No Annie was there; and when they called to her, no Annie replied. But all pressing out of the room, in a crowd, to see what was the matter, we found her lying on the hall floor. There was great alarm at first, until it was found that she was in a swoon, and that the swoon was yielding to the usual means of recovery; when the Doctor, who had lifted her head upon his knee, put her curls aside with his hand, and said, looking around: ¡¡¡¡'Poor Annie! She's so faithful and tender-hearted! It's the parting from her old playfellow and friend - her favourite cousin - that has done this. Ah! It's a pity! I am very sorry!' ¡¡¡¡When she opened her
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eyes, and saw where she was, and that we were all standing about her, she arose with assistance: turning her head, as she did so, to lay it on the Doctor's shoulder - or to hide it, I don't know which. We went into the drawing-room, to leave her with the Doctor and her mother; but she said, it seemed, that she was better than she had been since morning, and that she would rather be brought among us; so they brought her in, looking very white and weak, I thought, and sat her on a sofa. ¡¡¡¡'Annie, my dear,' said her mother, doing something to her dress. 'See here! You have lost a bow. Will anybody be so good as find a ribbon; a cherry-coloured ribbon?' ¡¡¡¡It was the one she had worn at her bosom. We all looked for it; I myself looked everywhere, I am certain - but nobody could find it.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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¡¡¡¡There was a profound silence. After a few moments of painful hesitation, I broke the silence. ¡¡¡¡'Mrs. Strong,' I said, 'there is something within my knowledge, which I have been earnestly entreated by Doctor Strong to conceal, and have concealed until tonight. But, I believe the time has come when it would be mistaken faith and delicacy to conceal it any longer, and when your appeal absolves me from his injunction.' ¡¡¡¡She turned her face towards me for a moment, and I knew that I was right. I could not have resisted its entreaty, if the assurance that it gave me had been less convincing. ¡¡¡¡'Our future peace,' she said, 'may be in your hands. I trust it confidently to your not suppressing anything. I know beforehand that nothing you, or anyone, can tell me, will show my husband's noble heart in any other light than one. Howsoever it may seem to you to touch me, disregard that. I will speak
oil painting for myself, before him, and before God afterwards.' ¡¡¡¡Thus earnestly besought, I made no reference to the Doctor for his permission, but, without any other compromise of the truth than a little softening of the coarseness of Uriah Heep, related plainly what had passed in that same room that night. The staring of Mrs. Markleham during the whole narration, and the shrill, sharp interjections with which she occasionally interrupted it, defy description. ¡¡¡¡When I had finished, Annie remained, for some few moments, silent, with her head bent down, as I have described. Then, she took the Doctor's hand (he was sitting in the same attitude as when we had entered the room), and pressed it to her breast, and kissed it. Mr. Dick softly raised her; and she stood, when she began to speak, leaning on him, and looking down upon her husband - from whom she never turned her eyes. ¡¡¡¡'All that has ever been in my mind, since I was
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¡¡¡¡There was a profound silence. After a few moments of painful hesitation, I broke the silence. ¡¡¡¡'Mrs. Strong,' I said, 'there is something within my knowledge, which I have been earnestly entreated by Doctor Strong to conceal, and have concealed until tonight. But, I believe the time has come when it would be mistaken faith and delicacy to conceal it any longer, and when your appeal absolves me from his injunction.' ¡¡¡¡She turned her face towards me for a moment, and I knew that I was right. I could not have resisted its entreaty, if the assurance that it gave me had been less convincing. ¡¡¡¡'Our future peace,' she said, 'may be in your hands. I trust it confidently to your not suppressing anything. I know beforehand that nothing you, or anyone, can tell me, will show my husband's noble heart in any other light than one. Howsoever it may seem to you to touch me, disregard that. I will speak
oil painting for myself, before him, and before God afterwards.' ¡¡¡¡Thus earnestly besought, I made no reference to the Doctor for his permission, but, without any other compromise of the truth than a little softening of the coarseness of Uriah Heep, related plainly what had passed in that same room that night. The staring of Mrs. Markleham during the whole narration, and the shrill, sharp interjections with which she occasionally interrupted it, defy description. ¡¡¡¡When I had finished, Annie remained, for some few moments, silent, with her head bent down, as I have described. Then, she took the Doctor's hand (he was sitting in the same attitude as when we had entered the room), and pressed it to her breast, and kissed it. Mr. Dick softly raised her; and she stood, when she began to speak, leaning on him, and looking down upon her husband - from whom she never turned her eyes. ¡¡¡¡'All that has ever been in my mind, since I was
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