第53部分(第3/7 頁)

　some　years　lived　in　our　house。　While　she　was　here；　or　shortly　afterwards；　Mrs。　Barber；　her　mother；　and　Marjorie　came　to　live　at　Bungay；　a　mile　away；　so　that　I　saw　plenty　of　the　latter。　She　was　a　tall　and　pretty　girl；　very　pleasant；　very　witty　—　I　think　one　of　the　most　amusing　afternoons　I　ever　had　in　my　life　I　spent　with　her　alone　in　the　British　Museum；　it　was　our　last　meeting；　I　believe　—　and　with　all　the　eccentricity　that　so　usually　acpanies　a　touch　of　genius。

At　the　time　of　her　residence　in　Bungay　she　was　under　the　sway　of　a　Low　Church　mania；　and　used　to　appear　dressed　as　a　deaconess　and　with　a　large　Bible　pressed　against　her　middle。　Nor　was　she　above　laughing　at　herself　when　the　ludicrous　aspect　of　her　get…up　was　pointed　out　to　her。　Subsequently；　with　a　swing　of　the　mental　pendulum　she　became　equally　High　Church；　and　modelled　crucifixes　and　saints　extremely　well。　I　think　it　was　between　these　periods　that　she　was　with　difficulty　restrained　from　starting　off　alone　to　bee　a　missionary　in　China。　I　remember　well　that　when　her　sister　Mabel；　now　also　dead；　was　informed　of　one　of　these　phases　she　wrote　back：　“Oh！　for　goodness’　sake　leave　Marjorie　alone；　for　if　it　wasn’t　that；　it　would　be　‘Captain　Happy　Eliza’　with　a　tambourine！”

In　her　later　days；　after　her　mother’s　death　at　Bungay；　Marjorie　met　a　lady　doctor　who；　I　think；　treated　her　for　some　illness。　To　this　lady　and　her　husband　she　became　so　much　attached　that　not　only　did　she　go　to　live　with　them；　but　also　formally　adopted　their　family　name　and；　when　she　died；　left　them　everything　she　possessed。　I　believe　that　these　adopted　parents　were　very　kind　to　her；　and　nursed　her　well　during　her　last　painful　and　plicated　illness；　which　I　was　told　was　tuberculosis　in　its　origin。

It　was　only　during　her　last　yea