She clung to his arm, and passed through the crowd with him. And
whether she fully loved him or not, from the very bottom of her soul
she thanked God for her husband.
Chapter 9.
_"Teach me to feel for others' woes,
To hide the fault I see;
The mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me."_
Breakfast was just over on the morning following the soir?e at the vice
chancellor's. Christian sat with the two aunts, quietly sewing.
Ay, very quietly, even after last night. She had taken counsel with her
own heart, through many wakeful hours, and grown calm and still.
Neither her husband nor Miss Gascoigne had once named Sir Edwin.
Probably Aunt Henrietta did not know him, and in the crowded party
Dr. Grey might not have chanced to recognize him. Indeed, most likely
the young man would take every means of avoiding recognition from
the master of his own college, whence he had been ignominiously
dismissed. His appearance at St. Mary's Lodge was strange enough,
and only to be accounted for by his having been invited by the vice
chancellor's young wife, who knew him only as Sir Edwin Uniacke, the
rich young baronet.
But, under shadow of these advantages, no doubt he could easily get
into society again, even at Avonsbridge, and would soon be met every
where.
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