Those of the upper
world, such as Kenminster county folks, old acquaintances of her
husband, or natural adherents of Midas, who found their way to these
receptions, either thought them odd but charming, or else regretted
that Mrs. Brownlow should get such queer people together, and turn
Hyde Corner House into another Folly.
Mary Ogilvie enjoyed, but not without misgivings. It was delightful,
and yet, what with Joe Brownlow and his mother had been guarded,
might become less safe with no leader older or of more weight than
Carey, who could easily be carried along by what they would have
checked. The older and more intimate friends always acted as a
wholesome restraint; but when they were not present there was
sometimes a tone that jarred on the reverent ear, or dealt with life
and its mysteries in a sneering, mocking style. This was chiefly
among new-comers, introduced by former acquaintances, and it never
went far; but Mary was distressed by seeing Janet's relish for such
conversation. Nita Ray was the chief female offender in this way,
and this was the more unfortunate as Sunday was her only free day.
Those Sundays vexed Mary's secret soul. No one interfered with her
way of spending them; but that was the very cause of misgiving.
Everybody went to Church in the morning, but just where, and as, they
pleased, meeting at luncheon, with odd anecdotes of their adventures,
and criticisms of music or of sermons.
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