Ives quite worships her husband, and is
convinced that she eclipsed the brilliant and wealthy Miss
Queenborough.
Perhaps she did--perhaps not.
There are, as I have said, great qualities in the curate of
Poltons, but I have not quite made up my mind precisely what they
are. I ought, however, to say that Dora takes a more favorable
view of him and a less lenient view of Trix than I.
That is perhaps natural. Besides, Dora does not know the precise
manner in which the curate was refused. By the way, he preached
next Sunday on the text, "The children of this world are wiser in
their generation than the children of light."
VI.
WHICH SHALL IT BE?
It was a charmingly mild and balmy day. The sun shone beyond the
orchard, and the shade was cool inside. A light breeze stirred
the boughs of the old apple tree under which the philosopher sat.
None of these things did the philosopher notice, unless it might
be when the wind blew about the leaves of the large volume on his
knees, and he had to find his place again. Then he would exclaim
against the wind, shuffle the leaves till he got the right page,
and settle to his reading. The book was a treatise on ontology;
it was written by another philosopher, a friend of this
philosopher's; it bristled with fallacies, and this philosopher
was discovering them all, and noting them on the fly leaf at the
end. He was not going to review the book (as some might have
thought from his behavior), or even to answer it in a work of his
own.
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