Feeling kind of proud of Harding for his slight increse in backbone this chapter, except it's undermined by his motivation--it's as much about not being bothered with public scandal as about doing right. Is that bothering you?
I think that may have been from 5, actually. Here's 6:
I always love a good extended metaphor, but are these people twelve?
I think that may have been from 5, actually. Here's 6:
The party went off as such parties do. There were fat old ladies, in fine silk dresses, and slim young ladies, in gauzy muslin frocks; old gentlemen stood up with their backs to the empty fire-place, looking by no means so comfortable as they would have done in their own arm-chairs at home; and young gentlemen, rather stiff about the neck, clustered near the door, not as yet sufficiently in courage to attack the muslin frocks, who awaited the battle, drawn up in a semicircular array. The warden endeavoured to induce a charge, but failed signally, not having the tact of a general; his daughter did what she could to comfort the forces under her command, who took in refreshing rations of cake and tea, and patiently looked for the coming engagement: but she herself, Eleanor, had no spirit for the work; the only enemy whose lance she cared to encounter was not there, and she and others were somewhat dull.
I always love a good extended metaphor, but are these people twelve?
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I didn't think it was about public scandal, so much as it was about the bother of dealing with the issue; he likes a quiet life, and this will disrupt it.
I find the archdeacon more annoying, in his absolute sureness of his rightness in protecting the financial institution of the church.
The authorial tone sort of weirds me out. I am not used to the author being so obviously there, more the author blending into the background.