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"Oh, Anna," and then he laughed. "My dear mother, one cannot draw
comparisons between them--they are utterly dissimilar."
"So I imagine," was the dry response; and then Mrs. Herrick made an
effort to recover her wonted placidity. "Malcolm," she said, putting
her hand through his arm, "we must go downstairs now or the Bishop
will be arriving. I expect Anna is wondering what has become of us."
Which proved to be the case.
Malcolm soon regained his good-humour. His mother had rubbed him up
the wrong way, as usual, but his good sense told him that it was no
use resenting her plain-spoken remarks.
She had her own fixed opinions on every subject, and nothing could
move her out of her groove. She was a good woman and a kind-hearted
one, but the sense of humour was lacking in her. She disliked all
that she did not understand, and under the comprehensive term
Bohemianism, she embodied all that was irregular and contrary to her
creed.
"Herrick mere is a Philistine of the purest type," Amias Keston once
said to his wife. "No, I have never seen her, but I can draw my own
conclusions.


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