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The
subject
was
exhausted
,
and
we
began
to
talk
of
other
things
.
During
the
summer
I
met
Mrs
.
Strickland
not
infrequently
.
I
went
now
and
then
to
pleasant
little
luncheons
at
her
flat
,
and
to
rather
more
formidable
tea
-
parties
.
We
took
a
fancy
to
one
another
.
I
was
very
young
,
and
perhaps
she
liked
the
idea
of
guiding
my
virgin
steps
on
the
hard
road
of
letters
;
while
for
me
it
was
pleasant
to
have
someone
I
could
go
to
with
my
small
troubles
,
certain
of
an
attentive
ear
and
reasonable
counsel
.
Mrs
.
Strickland
had
the
gift
of
sympathy
.
It
is
a
charming
faculty
,
but
one
often
abused
by
those
who
are
conscious
of
its
possession
:
for
there
is
something
ghoulish
in
the
avidity
with
which
they
will
pounce
upon
the
misfortune
of
their
friends
so
that
they
may
exercise
their
dexterity
.
It
gushes
forth
like
an
oil
-
well
,
and
the
sympathetic
pour
out
their
sympathy
with
an
abandon
that
is
sometimes
embarrassing
to
their
victims
.
There
are
bosoms
on
which
so
many
tears
have
been
shed
that
I
cannot
bedew
them
with
mine
.
Mrs
.
Strickland
used
her
advantage
with
tact
.
You
felt
that
you
obliged
her
by
accepting
her
sympathy
.
When
,
in
the
enthusiasm
of
my
youth
,
I
remarked
on
this
to
Rose
Waterford
,
she
said
:
"
Milk
is
very
nice
,
especially
with
a
drop
of
brandy
in
it
,
but
the
domestic
cow
is
only
too
glad
to
be
rid
of
it
.
A
swollen
udder
is
very
uncomfortable
.
"
Rose
Waterford
had
a
blistering
tongue
.
No
one
could
say
such
bitter
things
;
on
the
other
hand
,
no
one
could
do
more
charming
ones
.
There
was
another
thing
I
liked
in
Mrs
.
Strickland
.
She
managed
her
surroundings
with
elegance
.
Her
flat
was
always
neat
and
cheerful
,
gay
with
flowers
,
and
the
chintzes
in
the
drawing
-
room
,
notwithstanding
their
severe
design
,
were
bright
and
pretty
.
The
meals
in
the
artistic
little
dining
-
room
were
pleasant
;
the
table
looked
nice
,
the
two
maids
were
trim
and
comely
;
the
food
was
well
cooked
.
It
was
impossible
not
to
see
that
Mrs
.
Strickland
was
an
excellent
housekeeper
.
And
you
felt
sure
that
she
was
an
admirable
mother
.
There
were
photographs
in
the
drawing
-
room
of
her
son
and
daughter
.
The
son
—
his
name
was
Robert
—
was
a
boy
of
sixteen
at
Rugby
;
and
you
saw
him
in
flannels
and
a
cricket
cap
,
and
again
in
a
tail
-
coat
and
a
stand
-
up
collar
.
He
had
his
mother
’
s
candid
brow
and
fine
,
reflective
eyes
.
He
looked
clean
,
healthy
,
and
normal
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
that
he
’
s
very
clever
,
"
she
said
one
day
,
when
I
was
looking
at
the
photograph
,
"
but
I
know
he
’
s
good
.
He
has
a
charming
character
.
"
The
daughter
was
fourteen
.
Her
hair
,
thick
and
dark
like
her
mother
’
s
,
fell
over
her
shoulders
in
fine
profusion
,
and
she
had
the
same
kindly
expression
and
sedate
,
untroubled
eyes
.
"
They
’
re
both
of
them
the
image
of
you
,
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
;
I
think
they
are
more
like
me
than
their
father
.
"
