'
'And some people can get fond of anything,' said Sophy.
'I'm sure,' said Genevieve, 'every one is so kind to me I can't help
it.'
'I was not blaming you,' said Sophy. 'People are the better for it,
but I cannot like except where I esteem, and that does not often
come.'
'Oh! don't you think so?' cried Genevieve.
'I don't mean moderate approval. That may extend far, and with it
good-will, but there is a deep, concentrated feeling which I don't
believe those who like every one can ever have, and that is life.'
Perhaps the deepening twilight favoured the utterance of her
feelings, for, as they were descending a hill, she said, 'Mamma, that
was the place where Maurice was brought back to me.'
She had before passed it in silence, but in the dark she was not
afraid of betraying the expression that the thrill of exquisite
recollection brought to her countenance; and leaning back in her
corner indulged in listening to the narration, as Albinia, unaware of
the special point of the episode, related Maurice's desperate
enterprise, going on to dilate on the benefit of having Mr. O'More at
the bank rather than Andrew Goldsmith.
'Ah!' said Genevieve, 'it is he who wants to pull down our dear old
house. I shall quarrel with him.'
'Genevieve making common cause with the obstructives of Bayford, as
if he had not enemies enough!'
'What's that light in the sky?' exclaimed Sophy, starting up to speak
to her father on the driving seat.
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