Yes, it is queer.
But, at any rate, there is always Leonora to cheer you up; I don't
want to sadden you. Her husband is quite an economical person of
so normal a figure that he can get quite a large proportion of his
clothes ready-made. That is the great desideratum of life, and that
is the end of my story. The child is to be brought up as a
Romanist.
It suddenly occurs to me that I have forgotten to say how Edward
met his death. You remember that peace had descended upon the
house; that Leonora was quietly triumphant and that Edward said
his love for the girl had been merely a passing phase. Well, one
afternoon we were in the stables together, looking at a new kind
of flooring that Edward was trying in a loose-box. Edward was
talking with a good deal of animation about the necessity of
getting the numbers of the Hampshire territorials up to the proper
standard. He was quite sober, quite quiet, his skin was
clear-coloured; his hair was golden and perfectly brushed; the
level brick-dust red of his complexion went clean up to the rims
of his eyelids; his eyes were porcelain blue and they regarded me
frankly and directly. His face was perfectly expressionless; his
voice was deep and rough.
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