The two things are
extremely mixed up, and the mixture is extremely odd. It will
produce some third element, and that's what I am waiting to see. I
wait with suspense--with positive excitement; and that is a sort of
emotion that I didn't suppose Catherine would ever provide for me. I
am really very much obliged to her."
"She will cling," said Mrs. Almond; "she will certainly cling."
"Yes; as I say, she will stick."
"Cling is prettier. That's what those very simple natures always do,
and nothing could be simpler than Catherine. She doesn't take many
impressions; but when she takes one she keeps it. She is like a
copper kettle that receives a dent; you may polish up the kettle, but
you can't efface the mark."
"We must try and polish up Catherine," said the Doctor. "I will take
her to Europe."
"She won't forget him in Europe."
"He will forget her, then."
Mrs. Almond looked grave. "Should you really like that?"
"Extremely!" said the Doctor.
Mrs. Penniman, meanwhile, lost little time in putting herself again
in communication with Morris Townsend. She requested him to favour
her with another interview, but she did not on this occasion select
an oyster saloon as the scene of their meeting. She proposed that he
should join her at the door of a certain church, after service on
Sunday afternoon, and she was careful not to appoint the place of
worship which she usually visited, and where, as she said, the
congregation would have spied upon her.
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