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I am poor: I must be proud. I have received ordinances and own obligations stringent as yours. We had reached a critical point now, and we halted and looked at each other. She would not give in, I felt. Beyond this I neither felt nor saw. A few moments yet were mine. The end was comingI heard its rushbut not come; I would dally, wait, talk, and, when impulse urged, I would act. I am never in a hurryI never was in a hurry in my whole life. Hasty people drink the nectar of existence scalding hot. I taste it cool as dew. I proceeded: Apparently, Miss Keeldar, you are as little likely to marry as myself. I know you have refused three nay, fouradvantageous offers, and, I believe, a fifth. Have you rejected Sir Philip Nunnely? I put this question suddenly and promptly. Did you think I should take him? I thought you might. On what grounds, may I ask? Conformity of rank; age; pleasing contrast of temper, for he is mild and amiable; harmony of intellectual tastes. A beautiful sentence! Let us take it to pieces. Conformity of rank. He is quite above me. Compare my grange with his palace, if you please. I am disdained by his kith and kin. Suitability of age. We were born in the same year; consequently, he still a boy, while I am a woman, ten years his senior to all intents and purposes. Contrast of temper. Mild and amiable is he. Iwhat? Tell me. Sister of the spotted, bright, quick, fiery leopard. And you would mate me with a kid?the Millennium being yet millions of centuries from mankind; being yet, indeed, an archangel high in the seventh heaven, uncommissioned to descend. Unjust barbarian! Harmony of intellectual tastes. He is fond of poetry, and I hate it. Do you? That is news. I absolutely shudder at the sight of metre or at the sound of rhyme whenever I am at the Priory or Sir Philip at Fieldhead. Harmony, indeed! When did I whip up syllabub sonnets, or string stanzas fragile as fragments of glass? And when did I betray a belief that those penny beads were genuine brilliants? You might have the satisfaction of leading him to a higher standardof improving his tastes. Leading and improving! teaching and tutoring! bearing and forbearing! Pah! My husband is not to be my baby. I am not to set him his daily lesson and see that he learns it, and give him a sugar-plum if he is good, and a patient, pensive, pathetic lecture if he is bad. But it is like a tutor to talk of the satisfaction of teaching. I suppose you think it the finest employment in the world. I dontI reject it. Improving a husband! No. I shall insist upon my husband improving me, or else we part. God knows it is needed! What do you mean by that, Mr. Moore? What I say. Improvement is imperatively needed. |
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