The Kitchen Maid

The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
"Well, I am respectable too, thank God, and of a serious way of thinking since my loss. Why did you choose to sell gingerbreads?" ¡¡¡¡ "That's a pure accident. He was brought up to the baking business, and it occurred to him to try his hand at these, which he can make without coming out of doors. We call them Christminster cakes. They are a great success." ¡¡¡¡ "I never saw any like 'em. Why, they are windows and towers, and pinnacles! And upon my word they are very nice." She had helped herself, and was unceremoniously munching one of the cakes. ¡¡¡¡ "Yes. They are reminiscences of the Christminster Colleges. Traceried windows, and cloisters, you see. It was a whim of his to do them in pastry." ¡¡¡¡ "Still harping on Christminster--even i
oil paintingn his cakes!" laughed Arabella. "Just like Jude. A ruling passion. What a queer fellow he is, and always will be!" ¡¡¡¡ Sue sighed, and she looked her distress at hearing him criticized. ¡¡¡¡ "Don't you think he is? Come now; you do, though you are so fond of him!" ¡¡¡¡ "Of course Christminster is a sort of fixed vision with him, which I suppose he'll never be cured of believing in. He still thinks it a great centre of high and fearless thought, instead of what it is, a nest of commonplace schoolmasters whose characteristic is timid obsequiousness to tradition." ¡¡¡¡ Arabella was quizzing Sue with more regard of how she was speaking than of what she was saying. "How odd to hear a woman selling cakes talk like that!" she said. "Why don't you go back to school-keeping?"