Why is it so difficult, my dear? she returned. I dont see it myself.
To give an opinion
On so slight an acquaintance, my dear. Thats true.
I didnt mean that; because Mr Woodcourt had been at our house a good deal altogether, and had become quite intimate with my guardian. I said so, and added that he seemed to be very clever in his profession we thought and that his kindness and gentleness to Miss Flite were above all praise.
You do him justice! said Mrs Woodcourt, pressing my hand. You define him exactly. Allan is a dear fellow, and in his profession faultless. I say it, though I am his mother. Still, I must confess he is not without faults, love.
None of us are, said I.
Ah! But his really are faults that he might correct, and ought to correct, returned the sharp old lady, sharply shaking her head. I am so much attached to you, that I may confide in you, my dear, as a third party wholly disinterested, that he is fickleness itself.
I said I should have thought it hardly possible that he could have been otherwise than constant to his profession, and zealous in the pursuit of it, judging from the reputation he had earned.
You are right again, my dear, the old lady retorted; but I dont refer to his profession, look you.
O! said I.
No, said she. I refer, my dear, to his social conduct. He is always paying trivial attentions to young ladies, and always has been, ever since he was eighteen. Now, my dear, he has never really cared for any one of them, and has never meant in doing this to do any harm, or to express anything but politeness and good nature. Still, its not right, you know; is it?
No, said I, as she seemed to wait for me.
And it might lead to mistaken notions, you see, my dear.
I supposed it might.
Therefore I have told him, many times, that he really should be more careful, both in justice to himself and in justice to others. And he has always said, Mother, I will be; but you know me better than anybody else does, and you know I mean no harm in short, mean nothing. All of which is very true, my dear, but is no justification. However, as he is now gone so far away, and for an indefinite time, and as he will have good opportunities and introductions, we may consider this past and gone. And you, my dear, said the old lady, who was now all nods and smiles; regarding your dear self, my love?
Me, Mrs Woodcourt?
Not to be always selfish, talking of my son, who has gone to seek his fortune, and to find a wife when do you mean to seek your fortune and to find a husband, Miss Summerson? Hey, look you! Now you blush!
I dont think I did blush at all events, it was not important if I did and I said, my present fortune perfectly contented me, and I had no wish to change it.
Shall I tell you what I always think of you, and the fortune yet to come for you, my love? said Mrs Woodcourt.
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