15/48 It was no use whatever to close the windows, lock the doors, and read Divinity. The strains persisted, a heavenly murmur, rising at moments into a muffled shriek or a jumbling shout, hanging about the walls as a romantic echo, dying upon the air a chastened wail. "No use for Mr.Cole to say: "We must behave as though the Fair was not." For a whole week it would be there, and everyone knew it. Perhaps Mr.Somerset could come to the Coles'. |