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The Way of All Flesh eBook

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With dinner his shyness wore off.  He was by no means plain, his academic prestige was very fair.  There was nothing about him to lay hold of as unconventional or ridiculous; the impression he created upon the young ladies was quite as favourable as that which they had created upon himself; for they knew not much more about men than he about women.

As soon as he was gone, the harmony of the establishment was broken by a storm which arose upon the question which of them it should be who should become Mrs Pontifex.  “My dears,” said their father, when he saw that they did not seem likely to settle the matter among themselves, “Wait till to-morrow, and then play at cards for him.”  Having said which he retired to his study, where he took a nightly glass of whisky and a pipe of tobacco.

CHAPTER XI

The next morning saw Theobald in his rooms coaching a pupil, and the Miss Allabys in the eldest Miss Allaby’s bedroom playing at cards with Theobald for the stakes.

The winner was Christina, the second unmarried daughter, then just twenty-seven years old and therefore four years older than Theobald.  The younger sisters complained that it was throwing a husband away to let Christina try and catch him, for she was so much older that she had no chance; but Christina showed fight in a way not usual with her, for she was by nature yielding and good tempered.  Her mother thought it better to back her up, so the two dangerous ones were packed off then and there on visits to friends some way off, and those alone allowed to remain at home whose loyalty could be depended upon.  The brothers did not even suspect what was going on and believed their father’s getting assistance was because he really wanted it.

The sisters who remained at home kept their words and gave Christina all the help they could, for over and above their sense of fair play they reflected that the sooner Theobald was landed, the sooner another deacon might be sent for who might be won by themselves.  So quickly was all managed that the two unreliable sisters were actually out of the house before Theobald’s next visit—­which was on the Sunday following his first.

This time Theobald felt quite at home in the house of his new friends—­for so Mrs Allaby insisted that he should call them.  She took, she said, such a motherly interest in young men, especially in clergymen.  Theobald believed every word she said, as he had believed his father and all his elders from his youth up.  Christina sat next him at dinner and played her cards no less judiciously than she had played them in her sister’s bedroom.  She smiled (and her smile was one of her strong points) whenever he spoke to her; she went through all her little artlessnesses and set forth all her little wares in what she believed to be their most taking aspect.  Who can blame her?  Theobald was not the ideal she had dreamed of when reading Byron

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