Mrs. Heron subscribed to a library, and she and Isabel read the latest

six-shilling novels with avidity, stuffing them under the sofa cushion

at the sound of Mr. Heron's approaching footsteps. They always chose

the worst books, and forgot one as soon as they took up another. Ida

examined one and dropped it with disgust; for it happened to be a

problem novel of the most virulent type, a novel which was selling by

scores of thousands, and one which Isabel had recommended to Ida as

"delicious."

Of all the days, Ida found Sunday the worst; for on that day they went

twice to a little chapel at which Mr. Heron "ministered." It was a tin

chapel, which by its construction and position struck a chill to one's

very bones. Here Mr. Heron ranted and growled to his heart's content;

and Ida learnt from his sanctimonious lips that only a small portion of

mankind, his own sect, to wit, was bound for heaven, and that the rest

of the world was doomed to another place, the horrors of which he

appeared to revel in. As she sat in the uncomfortable pew, Ida often

wondered whether her cousin really believed what he preached, or

whether he was a hypocrite of the first water.

All this was very hard to bear; but a burden still heavier was provided

for her in the conduct of her cousin Joseph. On the evening of her

arrival he had been gracious enough to bestow upon her an admiration of

which she was then unconscious; but his admiration grew, and he began

to pay her what persons of his class call "attentions." He came in much

earlier of an evening than he did before, and he sat beside her, and,

with his small eyes fixed on her pale and downcast face, told her

anecdotes of the office and his fellow-clerks. He was under the

impression that he possessed a voice, and with a certain amount of

artfulness he got her to play his accompaniments, bestowing killing

looks at her as he sang the "Maid of Athens," or "My Pretty June"--with

a false note in every third bar. Sometimes he came home to lunch,

explaining to them that there was nothing doing in the city, and went

with Ida and Isabel on one of their walks. On these occasions he was

got up in a Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, and enjoyed the

flattering conviction that he looked like a country gentleman. He

addressed his conversation exclusively to Ida, and endeavoured, as he

would have said, to make himself agreeable.




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