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20 ETON [CHAP. III<br />

.....<br />

and reverently, that some of us learnt from her the priceless<br />

truth of the dependence of humour on the perception<br />

of the Divine.<br />

There were tragedies, not a few, during her long tenure<br />

of the house, indicating the aspect of youthful infirmity<br />

on which no joke is permissible. On these she never spoke<br />

a word, but the follies of some of the parents, any incipent<br />

priggishness, dandyism in the boys, or the touchiness<br />

of some Eton residents or self-importance among the servants,<br />

seemed to yield her such nourishment from their<br />

comicality that, though clearly recognizing the sinfulness,<br />

she was clear in her own thought as to the pure enjoyment<br />

to be got from laughing at them.<br />

Yet with all this, I have the clearest recollection that<br />

there was some element in her character whereby, without<br />

in the least meaning it, she inspired a little fear. I can<br />

only hint at our experienee.<br />

• Her own narrative of the following incident may give<br />

some impression of her discernment. One September as<br />

the" half" was beginning, a dread specimen of the nouveaua:<br />

riches entered the drawing-room : a florid female clothed<br />

in tightly-fitting blue satin and reeking of scent. " Good<br />

morning, Miss Evans. I want you please to take my boy<br />

into your house to-day. He is outside in a cab and his<br />

luggage all with him." Miss Evans, whose house, of<br />

course, was full for years, at once addressed herself to the<br />

task of getting quit of this person without woundipg her ·<br />

feelings. So she rose to her fUll stature--5bout six feetand<br />

with her most winning smile, a rare compound of sweetness<br />

and strength, advanced slowly down the room, her<br />

skirt slightly spread sideways driving the lady before her·<br />

towards the door, as if she were «shooing " a hen out of<br />

the garden ; all the time emp'hasizing her regret at being<br />

obliged to say no : desirous, I gathered, that the visitor<br />

should not say another word on any subject, and feeling<br />

anxious about the atmosphere of her drawing-room. The<br />

exit being aecomplished, she courteously followed her visitor<br />

to the front door and saw in the cab a fat boy in a jacket

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