A sentimental pair likewise, if you please; but these were sentimentalists who served an active deity; and not that arbitrary protection of a subtle selfishness which rules the fairer portion of our fat England.
CHAPTER XLIX
“My brother tells me it is your wish to see Mr. Wilfrid Pole.”
Emilia's “Yes” came faintly in answer to Georgiana's cold accents.
“Have you considered what you are doing in expressing such a desire?”
Another “Yes” was heard from under an uplifted head:—a culprit affirmative, whereat the just take fire.
“Be honest, Emilia. Seek counsel and guidance to-night, as you have done before with me, and profited, I think. If I write to bid him come, what will it mean?”
“Nothing more,” breathed Emilia.
“To him—for in his way he seems to care for you fitfully—it will mean—stop! hear me. The words you speak will have no part of the meaning, even if you restrain your tongue. To him it will imply that his power over you is unaltered. I suppose that the task of making you perceive the effect it really will have on you is hopeless.”