It all springs from Aunt
Henrietta. I wish she--But she is Aunt Henrietta, and we must just
make the best of her, as I have done for nearly twenty years."
"And why did you?" rose irrepressibly to Christian's lips. The sense of
wild resistance to injustice and wrong, so strong in youth, was still not
beaten down. It roused in her something very like fierceness--these
gentle creatures can be fierce sometimes--to see a good man like Dr.
Grey trodden down and domineered over by this narrow-minded, bad-
tempered woman. "I often wonder at your patience, and at all you
forgive."
"Seventy times seven," was the quick answer. And Christian became
silenced and grave. "Still," he added, smiling, "a sin against one's self
does not include a sin against another. The next time Henrietta speaks
as she spoke to you just now, she and I will have a very serious
quarrel."
"Oh no, no! Not for my sake. I had rather die than bring dissension
into this house."
"My poor child, people can not die so easily. They have to live on and
endure. But what were we talking about; for I forget: I believe I do
forget things sometimes;" and he passed his hand over his forehead. "I
am not so young as you, my dear; and, though my life has looked
smooth enough outside; there has been a good deal of trouble in it.
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