I Forbid the Banns! — page 199: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TYPE OF THE FAITHFUL. 189 Having done so much after breakfast, Mr. Charlton took a book out of the library. Mrs. Charlton took’ another. They seated themselves on a very easy garden chair and began to read. The nook where they sat was in the shade at this time; but the sun moved round the house, and the oblique shadows cast by the walls became shorter and shorter until at last the seat which had been sheltered was full in the glare of the sun. But the two readers who sat there paid no attention whatever to the change brought about by the diurnal ‘motion of the earth. The gong sounded for lunch, but they did not stir. The butler knew something of the fascinations of literature—he subscribed to 77¢-4its—but he became sur- prised when neither his master nor mistress appeared at the window of the dining room. He put on a straw hat and went in search of them, He found them sitting, one at either end of the garden seat, sleeping soundly among their countless cushions. (He subsequently assured the housekeeper that Mr. and Mrs. Charlton had got up quite too early in the morning, and the housekeeper said, ‘‘Oh!’’) When the butler had kicked about the gravel and coughed with severity, and then apologized, hastening back to the porch, Julian rubbed his éyes and looked at Bertha. ‘‘I suppose it was the warmth and the silence and the general feeling of completeness that sent our souls into the intermediate world,’’ said he. He put out his hand to her. She put her left hand into his. He caressed it for a moment, and then suddenly dropped it with an exclamation that startled her. ‘‘What is the matter, dearest?’’ she cried. ‘‘Have you read my line of life? Is it so very terrible?’’ ‘‘Great Heavens!’’ he cried. ‘“‘Look at your hand—the hand of a wife.’’ She looked at her fingers. They were very pretty—white COMNIECLOOOKS (20)