Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . nger. Why should he beangry ? She took so seriously and noblyher great responsibility; she knew, with-out any false flutter of negations, thatAugustine Ware would probably havebeen in his barn-yard yet if she had notdivined his genius—and now, here hewas, a man truly great in his profession,a man of real moment in his world. Shespoke of him often to Henry Austin, yetnot so often that Austin felt himself for-gotten, or his own possibilities as there was always the complimentof severity and displeasure at his indo-le
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . nger. Why should he beangry ? She took so seriously and noblyher great responsibility; she knew, with-out any false flutter of negations, thatAugustine Ware would probably havebeen in his barn-yard yet if she had notdivined his genius—and now, here hewas, a man truly great in his profession,a man of real moment in his world. Shespoke of him often to Henry Austin, yetnot so often that Austin felt himself for-gotten, or his own possibilities as there was always the complimentof severity and displeasure at his indo-lence, he felt, somehow or other, asif he were as important to her aswas her famous son-in-law. And inspite of Doras lonely little face, thosescars, quiescent during the winter, stungvery perceptibly. In the fortnight before Augustines re-turn, Mrs. Wharton was busy makingplans for his London season, certain ar-rangements for which had been left inher hands. She spoke of these plans, butonly very briefly, to Dora. Not yet,she would say, with shining eyes. Wait. 358 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. till I get things clear in my own Ill tell you all about Dora waited. When Ware came home, the first thinghe said was that Dora was thinner; but hehad hardly time to speak of it and scoldher for it, a worried wrinkle coming be-tween his eyebrows, and kiss Amy, andsay she was a villain to have let hermother get thin, when Adele called himinto the library to write an answer toa despatch. I think you had better decline, shesaid, because— and then the doorclosed. Dora picked up a bit of sewing, andHenry Austin saw that she put the needlein with uncertain fingers. He got up ab-ruptly, and said good night, and betookhimself to his club. Mormonism! he said to himself, asold Mrs. Strong had said six months be-fore. And yet they are both such goodpeople. And what are you going to doabout it, Henry Austin? And the scars did not throb at all. Well, as far as he was concerned, therewa
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