the line which is my limit—nothing shall make me pass it. I feel—I know how far I may reveal my feelings, and when I must clasp the volume. I have advanced to a certain distance, as far as the true and sovereign and undegraded nature of my kind permits—now here I stand rooted. My heart may break if it is baffled; let it break—it shall never dishonour me—it shall never dishonour my sisterhood in me. Suffering before degradation! death before treachery!”

‘I, for my part, said, “If she were poor, I would be at her feet. If she were lowly, I would take her in my arms. Her Gold and her Station are two griffins, that guard her on each side. Love looks and longs, and dares not; Passion hovers round, and is kept at bay; Truth and Devotion are sacred. There is nothing to lose in winning her—no sacrifice to make—it is all clear gain, and therefore unimaginably difficult.”

‘Difficult or not, something must be done; something must be said. I could not, and would not, sit silent with all that beauty modestly mute in my presence. I spoke thus, and still I spoke with calm; quiet as my words were, I could hear they fell in a tone distinct, round, and deep.

‘ “Still, I know I shall be strangely placed with that mountain nymph, Liberty. She is, I suspect, akin to that Solitude which I once wooed, and from which I now seek a divorce. These Oreads are peculiar; they come upon you with an unearthly charm, like some starlight evening; they inspire a wild but not warm delight; their beauty is the beauty of spirits; their grace is not the grace of life, but of seasons or scenes in nature; theirs is the dewy bloom of morning—the languid flush of evening—the peace of the moon—the changefulness of clouds. I want and will have something different. This elfish splendour looks chill to my vision, and feels frozen to my touch. I am not a poet; I cannot live with abstractions. You, Miss Keeldar, have sometimes, in your laughing satire, called me a material philosopher, and implied that I live sufficiently for the substantial. Certainly I feel material from head to foot; and glorious as Nature is, and deeply as I worship her with the solid powers of a solid heart, I would rather behold her through the soft human eyes of a loved and lovely wife than through the wild orbs of the highest goddess of Olympus.”

‘ “Juno could not cook a buffalo steak as you like it,” said she.

‘ “She could not; but I will tell you who could— some young, penniless, friendless orphan-girl. I wish I could find such a one; pretty enough for me to love, with something of the mind and heart suited to my taste: not uneducated—honest and modest. I care nothing for attainments; but I would fain have the germ of those sweet natural powers which nothing acquired can rival; any temper Fate wills—I can manage the hottest. To such a creature as this, I should like to be first tutor and then husband. I would teach her my language, my habits, and my principles, and then I would reward her with my love.”

‘ “Reward her! lord of the creation! Reward her,” ejaculated she, with a curled lip.

‘ “And be repaid a thousandfold.”

‘ “If she willed it, Monseigneur.”

‘ “And she should will it.”

‘ “You have stipulated for any temper Fate wills. Compulsion is flint and a blow to the metal of some souls.”

‘ “And love the spark it elicits.”

‘ “Who cares for the love that is but a spark—seen, flown upward, and gone?”

‘ “I must find my orphan-girl. Tell me how, Miss Keeldar.”

‘ “Advertise; and be sure you add, when you describe the qualifications, she must be a good plain cook.”


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