Agnes,
not
of
the
short
triumph
over
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
but
of
the
long
years
that
must
follow
,
—
of
the
living
death
you
must
endure
,
linked
to
vice
,
decrepitude
,
and
immorality
,
lowered
in
your
own
eyes
,
and
contemptible
in
those
of
others
.
"
"
Mistaken
as
usual
,
Marion
!
a
life
of
mediocrity
would
be
a
life
of
misery
to
me
,
and
few
people
think
the
worse
of
any
young
lady
for
becoming
a
Marchioness
.
Lord
Doncaster
can
give
me
every
thing
except
happiness
,
and
I
must
find
the
best
substitute
for
that
in
my
power
.
A
blight
is
on
my
heart
!
my
pride
has
been
mortally
wounded
;
but
I
cannot
undertake
a
cold
,
insipid
,
colorless
existence
,
devoid
of
motive
and
of
hope
.
It
would
be
ennui
drowned
in
wretchedness
,
if
I
return
jilted
,
mortified
,
and
disappointed
,
to
our
uncle
's
dog-hole
of
a
villa
at
Portobello
?
"
A
red
spot
burned
on
Marion
's
cheek
,
and
indignant
tears
,
occupying
the
place
of
words
,
glittered
on
her
eye-lashes
,
while
her
thoughts
reverted
to
their
generous
,
kind-hearted
,
and
high-spirited
uncle
,
whose
affection
was
so
undervalued
by
Agnes
,
and
whose
better
feelings
were
about
to
be
so
outraged
by
the
announcement
of
a
preposterous
and
really
disgraceful
project
.
Agnes
now
assumed
the
dignity
of
a
peeress
in
expectancy
,
looking
cold
,
resolute
,
and
haughty
,
till
at
length
Marion
,
overcome
with
emotion
,
threw
her
arms
round
the
neck
of
her
sister
,
and
burst
into
tears
,
saying
,
in
accents
of
incoherent
affection
,
—
"
Agnes
,
—
dear
Agnes
!
take
pity
upon
yourself
.
Lay
open
your
heart
to
a
kind
Providence
,
—
pray
for
peace
,
but
do
not
barter
yourself
for
revenge
.
Do
not
become
utterly
lost
,
as
well
as
unhappy
!
For
my
sake
,
for
everybody
's
sake
,
let
us
go
home
as
we
came
!
Life
is
only
precious
for
the
eternal
hopes
and
the
domestic
affections
it
bestows
.
Would
you
rashly
throw
away
both
,
bringing
on
a
lifetime
of
unpitied
remorse
?
"
Marion
looked
up
with
anxious
solicitude
,
but
scarcely
had
she
ceased
to
speak
before
Agnes
glided
out
of
the
room
,
leaving
behind
her
the
splendid
missal
adorned
with
Lord
Doncaster
's
arms
in
gold
upon
the
white
parchment
binding
.
Beside
it
lay
the
envelope
of
a
letter
,
with
a
marquis
'
coronet
on
the
seal
,
and
underneath
was
engraved
,
to
her
astonishment
,
the
exact
date
of
Agnes
'
birthday
.
Marion
started
when
she
saw
this
absurd
piece
of
gallantry
,
and
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
,
as
if
she
never
could
show
it
again
.
She
did
not
know
how
hate
could
burn
,
In
hearts
once
changed
from
soft
to
stern
;
Nor
all
the
false
and
fatal
zeal
,
The
convert
of
revenge
can
feel
.
CHAPTER
XXXVI
.
Though
the
leaders
of
fashion
have
decided
that
it
looks
greedy
and
gormandizing
to
be
punctually
ready
for
dinner
,
yet
,
at
the
Granby
Hotel
,
no
sooner
does
the
clock
strike
five
than
the
bell
rings
,
and
the
instantaneous
rush
of
company
which
then
takes
place
towards
the
dining-room
can
only
be
compared
to
a
congregation
hurrying
out
of
church
,
or
a
flock
of
chickens
in
a
poultry-yard
assembling
to
be
fed
.
Doors
fly
open
,
—
guests
are
seen
precipitating
themselves
headlong
down
stairs
,
—
elderly
matrons
advance
,
leaning
on
their
gouty
,
red-faced
husbands
,
—
troops
of
marriageable
daughters
follow
,
—
and
solitary
gentlemen
are
visible
,
strolling
forward
in
all
the
unencumbered
independence
of
having
no
one
to
care
for
but
themselves
.
The
noise-meter
then
rises
to
a
deafening
pitch
,
when
,
to
the
din
of
a
hundred
tongues
,
is
added
the
jingling
of
glasses
,
plates
,
knives
,
and
forks
,
while
the
long
serpent-like
procession
winds
slowly
into
the
room
,
and
gradually
subsides
into
places
.
Amidst
the
moving
mass
of
strangely
mingled
personages
,
Captain
De
Crespigny
had
offered
his
arm
to
Marion
,
which
she
did
not
seem
to
observe
,
but
led
forward
Sir
Arthur
,
while
all
eyes
were
turned
upon
Agnes
,
who
walked
beside
Lord
Doncaster
,
with
burning
cheeks
and
downcast
eyes
,
yet
affecting
to
look
superbly
dignified
.
Sir
Patrick
,
in
the
mean
time
,
always
on
the
qui
vive
for
variety
and
adventure
,
entreated
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
's
permission
to
sit
between
her
and
the
young
lady
under
charge
,
who
attracted
his
especial
notice
because
she
so
obviously
suffered
from
that
apprehension
of
being
conspicuous
,
common
to
strangers
on
their
first
appearance
at
a
public
table
,
and
was
dressed
with
a
degree
of
plainness
which
amounted
almost
to
eccentricity
.
"
I
lose
no
time
in
making
new
acquaintances
here
,
"
whispered
he
aside
to
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
,
with
a
glance
at
her
timid
companion
,
who
had
become
a
perfect
aurora
of
blushes
as
she
seated
herself
at
the
table
.
"
Our
short
visits
at
Harrowgate
scarcely
leave
me
five
minutes
to
spare
for
each
new
face
.
"
"
Then
I
hope
you
do
most
of
the
conversation
yourself
,
for
I
suspect
the
young
lady
,
who
was
placed
under
my
chaperonage
by
Mr.
Crawford
,
is
not
so
much
accustomed
to
live
upon
airy
nothings
,
and
to
run
up
impromptu
intimacies
as
you
are
.
"
"
The
sooner
she
begins
then
,
the
better
.
I
have
a
thousand
things
to
say
to
her
!
"
"
Perhaps
she
may
not
have
time
for
above
five
hundred
of
them
.
You
must
talk
to
her
like
a
dialogue
book
,
supplying
both
the
questions
and
the
answers
;
for
,
as
far
as
my
experience
goes
,
she
seems
to
be
shockingly
silent
and
nervous
.
Are
you
generally
reckoned
amusing
?
"
"
Everybody
agrees
in
considering
me
so
,
and
many
people
think
me
quite
the
reverse
,
but
I
can
be
either
the
one
or
the
other
,
on
a
moment
's
notice
.
"
"
Indeed
!
a
little
of
both
,
and
a
great
deal
to
spare
!
I
imagine
it
all
depends
on
which
way
the
wind
blows
!
"
"
Exactly
!
I
am
sentimental
in
a
westerly
breeze
,
—
cutting
and
sarcastic
in
an
east
wind
,
—
noisy
and
boisterous
in
a
northern
blast
,
—
and
during
'
a
southerly
wind
and
a
cloudy
day
,
'
the
genius
of
nonsense
takes
possession
of
me
so
completely
,
that
I
have
bestowed
on
myself
the
privilege
of
saying
whatever
I
think
.
"
"
How
shocking
!
I
do
not
particularly
fancy
you
in
any
of
these
moods
!
"
"
Adagio
!
do
not
condemn
me
yet
!
choose
your
own
subject
,
concerts
,
sermons
,
pic-nics
,
dress
,
Harrowgate
water
,
or
the
last
new
novel
,
nothing
comes
amiss
to
me
!
I
mean
soon
to
publish
a
weekly
programme
of
the
five
or
six
subjects
to
which
all
conversation
at
the
Granby
is
usually
limited
;
a
complete
set
of
the
questions
invariably
asked
by
all
the
visitors
every
day
,
with
a
sketch
of
the
most
appropriate
answers
.
For
my
own
part
,
all
my
replies
are
given
by
rote
,
and
it
puts
me
out
entirely
,
if
the
inquiry
whether
I
have
been
at
Ripley
,
comes
before
the
question
how
I
like
the
waters
,
or
who
was
the
last
arrival
,
which
is
,
a
propos
,
the
only
subject
on
which
I
am
not
very
well
informed
.
"
Sir
Patrick
saying
these
words
,
gave
a
sly
glance
towards
his
left
hand
,
where
the
young
incognita
sat
,
without
apparently
listening
to
what
passed
,
and
as
she
seemed
at
the
moment
to
be
looking
another
way
,
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
archly
turned
round
the
label
on
her
bottle
of
wine
,
so
that
the
young
baronet
could
read
that
it
bore
,
according
to
custom
,
the
name
of
its
proprietor
'
Miss
Smythe
.
'
Nothing
could
be
a
more
complete
balk
to
curiosity
than
such
a
name
.
Sir
Patrick
had
already
known
seven
Mrs.
Smythes
.
His
washerwoman
was
Mrs.
Smith
,
—
his
sister
's
governess
had
been
a
Miss
Smith
,
—
two
Captains
in
his
own
regiment
had
gloried
in
the
name
of
Smyth
,
—
and
his
old
Colonel
's
widow
was
Mrs.
Smith
.
There
was
no
individuality
in
the
name
,
but
a
whisper
had
reached
him
in
the
morning
that
a
Miss
Smith
,
the
authoress
of
several
popular
romances
,
was
expected
at
Harrowgate
,
and
a
horrible
apprehension
crossed
his
mind
that
,
young
as
she
looked
,
this
might
actually
be
the
culprit
,
his
surmises
respecting
which
he
could
not
but
whisper
to
the
laughing
widow
,
adding
,
with
a
look
of
comical
consternation
—
"
Only
think
how
my
portrait
will
look
in
her
next
book
!
There
is
no
escape
,
unless
I
faint
away
immediately
and
am
carried
out
!
We
must
remain
together
now
as
long
as
I
stay
at
Harrowgate
,
for
no
change
of
place
is
allowed
.
Even
if
you
and
I
quarrel
,
there
is
no
remedy
!
It
is
like
connubial
felicity
,
we
are
settled
here
permanently
,
for
better
or
for
worse
.
"
"
It
might
certainly
be
worse
!
I
am
tolerably
resigned
to
my
fate
,
for
I
sat
till
lately
among
the
dullest
set
of
hum-drum
bores
who
ever
ate
a
potato
;
but
you
are
so
clever
,
I
always
become
clever
in
your
company
.
"
"
That
is
a
novelty
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
Why
,
for
that
matter
,
my
mind
is
like
a
piano-forte
,
which
requires
to
be
skilfully
played
upon
,
"
replied
the
widow
,
gayly
.
"
I
have
often
been
offered
large
annuities
by
people
,
merely
to
live
in
their
houses
and
entertain
them
,
but
lately
I
was
in
danger
of
falling
into
a
state
of
sensible
,
every-day
dullness
.
"
"
Impossible
!
"
"
You
may
doubt
it
—
anybody
would
—
but
actually
,
yesterday
,
talking
to
Lord
Wigton
,
I
was
threatened
with
a
fit
of
prosing
!
a
thing
I
never
was
subject
to
,
and
I
never
heard
it
had
been
in
our
family
!
Whether
do
you
dislike
most
,
a
professed
wit
,
or
a
professed
proser
,
Sir
Patrick
?
"
"
My
favorite
society
is
any
old
lady
of
seventy
,
who
has
met
with
great
misfortunes
!
"
"
Well
,
I
am
not
much
upon
that
pattern
,
certainly
,
but
fifty
years
hence
,
we
might
make
an
appointment
,
perhaps
,
to
meet
here
again
.
"
"
How
many
succession
of
visitors
will
before
then
have
flourished
in
this
house
,
and
vanished
.
Even
after
the
interval
of
one
season
,
a
visitor
's
return
is
like
coming
back
from
the
grave
.
Nothing
is
remembered
of
either
yourself
or
your
cotemporaries
.
Guests
,
waiters
,
landlords
,
and
even
boots
,
have
all
disappeared
.
"
"
Very
affecting
,
indeed
,
"
said
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
;
"
but
half
the
dinner
has
disappeared
during
that
long
moral
discourse
of
yours
,
Sir
Patrick
.
Among
the
transitory
things
in
this
house
,
pray
enumerate
,
another
time
,
the
entre-mets
and
vegetables
.
"
"
Pardon
me
—
these
dishes
re-appear
only
too
often
.
I
have
known
some
of
those
pies
intimately
for
several
days
.
In
our
regiment
,
we
called
such
revivals
'
old
clothes
,
'
and
it
really
is
too
bad
treating
ninety
deserving
people
so
ill.
"
"
I
should
like
to
live
upon
the
diet
of
a
chameleon
!
Eating
is
a
vulgar
necessity
which
the
mind
despises
,
"
observed
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
,
helping
herself
to
a
pate
;
"
but
some
of
the
company
here
seem
ne
pour
la
digestion
,
talking
love
and
sentiment
over
a
haunch
of
venison
.
Mr.
Crawford
tells
me
that
an
Indian
dinner
party
lasts
twelve
hours
,
and
people
who
sit
down
as
thin
as
skeletons
,
rise
from
table
quite
corpulent
.
"
"
It
certainly
does
require
the
aid
of
refined
conversation
to
keep
up
our
self-respect
in
a
scene
of
such
gormandizing
.
For
my
own
part
,
I
live
upon
anti-pastry
principles
,
and
am
also
a
no-vegetable
man
;
but
I
wish
haunches
of
venison
had
never
been
invented
!
I
made
fifteen
mortal
enemies
by
the
last
I
carved
in
this
house
,
because
no
one
thought
I
had
given
him
the
best
slice
,
"
observed
Sir
Patrick
.
"
I
wish
all
men
like
old
Doncaster
,
who
eat
more
good
things
in
a
day
than
they
say
in
a
year
,
would
dine
alone
.
"
"
But
I
think
,
"
said
Mr.
Crawford
,
"
that
the
habit
of
meeting
at
meals
is
one
of
our
most
excellent
social
customs
!
If
each
individual
in
a
family
were
merely
to
snatch
a
morsel
when
hungry
,
there
would
be
no
re-union
,
and
often
no
intimacy
among
members
even
of
the
same
household
.
I
like
frequently
to
trace
the
usefulness
of
old
established
customs
,
which
have
been
sanctioned
by
successive
generations
,
because
the
advantages
are
always
so
much
greater
than
they
at
first
appear
,
that
it
has
now
become
quite
a
sufficient
reason
for
me
to
respect
any
custom
,
when
I
find
that
it
is
an
old
one
.
"
"
I
take
the
liberty
of
thinking
quite
the
reverse
!
"
said
Sir
Patrick
.
"
Change
is
the
very
essence
of
enjoyment
!
change
of
habits
,
change
of
company
,
and
change
of
air
,
are
all
equally
necessary
,
and
I
never
have
a
guinea
in
the
world
without
instantly
getting
it
changed
.
That
custom
will
make
a
scarcity
of
silver
at
the
bank
,
when
I
marry
the
heiress
,
Miss
Howard
.
"
"
You
!
"
exclaimed
Mr.
Crawford
,
his
very
wig
standing
on
end
with
surprise
,
while
the
young
lady
next
him
colored
to
the
very
tip
of
her
fingers
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
"
said
Sir
Patrick
,
turning
to
her
with
one
of
his
most
winning
smiles
.
"
I
thought
you
gave
symptoms
of
speaking
.
"
A
torrent
of
blushes
being
her
only
reply
,
he
began
to
doubt
whether
she
had
the
faculty
of
speech
at
all
,
and
having
decided
at
last
that
the
young
lady
was
either
a
statue
or
an
idiot
,
he
turned
to
his
more
accessible
neighbor
,
muttering
in
an
under
tone
,
"
Mute
as
a
fish
!
An
exhausted
receiver
!
I
never
saw
such
a
genius
for
shyness
!
Her
very
cap-strings
are
blushing
!
But
about
Miss
Howard
,
my
friend
De
Crespigny
,
who
was
born
and
educated
for
the
very
purpose
of
marrying
his
cousin
,
wishes
me
to
take
her
off
his
hands
,
and
if
I
could
have
sold
myself
,
which
I
cannot
,
she
might
have
done
.
I
am
told
she
is
very
romantic
,
so
he
and
I
agreed
once
to
get
up
an
amicable
duel
for
her
,
and
after
that
I
was
to
waylay
the
mad
cousin
who
persecutes
her
,
and
horse-whip
him
!
"
"
Nothing
like
spirited
beginning
,
"
said
Mr.
Crawford
,
in
agonies
of
risibility
,
while
the
young
lady
on
Sir
Patrick
's
other
side
,
after
an
evident
struggle
,
during
which
the
ever-deepening
color
in
her
cheek
became
perfectly
scarlet
,
at
length
burst
into
an
uncontrollable
fit
of
laughter
,
so
full
of
fun
and
glee
,
that
the
young
baronet
instinctively
joined
her
,
though
amazed
and
perplexed
beyond
measure
by
the
oddity
of
her
manner
,
and
by
her
unspeakable
silence
.
"
Your
love
,
"
added
Mr.
Crawford
,
"
is
to
be
more
in
the
heroic
than
in
the
pastoral
style
.
"
"
Never
was
there
a
Captain
of
Huzzars
so
preternaturally
in
love
at
first
sight
,
as
I
should
have
been
.
De
Crespigny
tells
me
she
is
first
cousin
to
Crœsus
!
has
land
in
every
country
,
gold
in
every
bank
,
the
mines
of
Golconda
for
a
part
of
her
portion
,
carries
a
million
of
money
in
each
pocket
,
and
changes
horses
three
times
in
driving
across
her
own
estate
!
I
should
think
myself
rich
to
be
five
minutes
in
her
company
.
"
"
I
see
you
are
half
in
joke
,
and
wholly
in
earnest
,
"
said
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
.
"
But
some
gentlemen
certainly
do
speculate
in
matrimony
,
exactly
as
they
would
in
the
public
stocks
.
So
my
poor
husband
used
to
say
before
he
left
me
so
handsomely
provided
for
.
As
for
Miss
Howard
's
hundred
lovers
,
they
will
have
but
one
idea
amongst
them
—
money
!
money
!
money
!
"
"
Love
for
an
heiress
certainly
has
the
most
solid
of
all
foundations
.
How
much
better
to
be
married
for
your
fortune
than
for
your
dancing
or
singing
—
your
pedigree
or
connections
!
There
can
be
no
mistake
in
pounds
,
shillings
,
and
pence
!
De
Crespigny
tells
me
she
is
said
to
be
not
only
very
rich
,
but
very
plain
,
therefore
as
people
generally
marry
their
opposites
,
we
shall
suit
exactly
.
"
The
timid
young
lady
had
now
fallen
into
a
perfect
paroxysm
of
blushes
,
and
an
extraordinary
twitching
about
her
mouth
betrayed
the
last
extreme
of
nervousness
,
though
whether
her
agitation
were
not
of
a
risible
nature
,
Sir
Patrick
felt
somewhat
perplexed
to
decide
,
especially
as
she
was
seized
with
a
fit
of
coughing
which
appeared
almost
like
laughter
,
while
she
hastily
drank
up
the
water
in
her
finger-glass
,
threw
salt
over
her
pudding
,
and
committed
a
dozen
of
absurdities
,
which
caused
the
young
Baronet
to
ask
himself
whether
she
were
in
possession
of
her
fifty
senses
.
A
moment
afterwards
,
Sir
Patrick
felt
his
arm
convulsively
grasped
by
the
young
lady
,
as
if
for
protection
,
while
a
half-suppressed
scream
burst
from
her
lips
,
and
she
clung
to
him
with
an
aspect
of
breathless
terror
,
her
lips
parted
,
her
cheeks
livid
,
and
her
eyes
almost
startling
from
her
head
,
as
she
gazed
anxiously
after
the
receding
figure
of
a
man
who
was
hastily
leaving
the
room
.
Sir
Patrick
,
when
thus
unexpectedly
appealed
to
,
started
from
his
seat
to
offer
assistance
,
though
at
a
loss
how
to
act
,
when
,
seeing
Miss
Smythe
's
countenance
become
of
a
ghastly
paleness
,
he
rapidly
poured
out
a
tumbler
of
water
,
and
held
it
to
her
lips
,
proposing
,
at
the
same
time
,
to
support
her
out
of
the
room
.
"
No
,
no
!
I
am
better
here
!
"
replied
she
,
in
trembling
accents
.
"
I
—
I
need
society
!
I
am
so
nervous
!
It
must
have
been
some
dreadful
mistake
!
Excuse
me
,
I
would
rather
remain
!
"
Mr.
Crawford
,
in
the
mean
time
,
had
rushed
hastily
out
of
the
room
;
and
,
having
now
returned
,
he
made
a
signal
,
as
if
desirous
to
escort
her
also
;
but
to
this
implied
proposal
the
young
lady
only
answered
by
an
almost
imperceptible
shake
of
the
head
,
while
she
fixed
her
eyes
on
her
plate
,
resolved
,
apparently
,
to
remain
stationary
.
To
the
great
surprise
of
Sir
Patrick
,
two
tall
footmen
,
in
plain
livery
,
now
placed
themselves
behind
her
chair
;
and
,
having
afterwards
closely
followed
her
when
the
ladies
retired
to
tea
,
they
were
observed
lounging
about
in
the
lobby
during
the
rest
of
that
evening
.
"
What
could
be
the
meaning
of
such
a
scene
?
"
asked
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
,
in
an
undertone
of
extreme
curiosity
.
"
Can
you
conceive
,
Sir
Patrick
,
why
the
young
lady
started
in
that
extraordinary
way
?
"
"
Yes
!
"
whispered
he
confidentially
.
"
I
can
explain
,
but
do
not
mention
this
.
It
was
because
—
she
could
n't
help
it
!
There
is
a
sublime
mystery
of
some
kind
at
work
here
!
I
cannot
dive
into
it
!
Suppose
she
were
to
turn
out
Miss
Howard
Smytheson
incog
.
!
"
"
Oh
no
!
that
is
impossible
!
Her
aunt
was
coming
with
her
,
who
is
one
of
my
most
intimate
friends
!
"
Never
had
anybody
so
many
most
intimate
friends
,
as
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
.
Every
person
she
met
for
half-an-hour
,
had
the
honor
to
be
so
designated
,
and
if
a
gentleman
were
distinguished
by
the
appellation
,
it
was
generally
followed
by
a
very
plain
insinuation
that
she
had
refused
him
.
Of
late
,
however
,
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
had
been
more
cautious
in
such
assertions
,
having
been
discredited
in
one
of
her
many
forgeries
on
the
bank
of
truth
,
by
its
being
proved
,
that
she
boasted
of
a
proposal
from
Mr.
Crawford
three
weeks
after
it
became
known
that
he
was
already
engaged
to
his
second
wife
.
Such
accidents
happen
,
however
,
in
the
best-regulated
families
!
CHAPTER
XXXVII
.
It
is
absolutely
indispensable
that
every
visitor
at
Harrowgate
shall
go
through
a
course
,
not
merely
of
its
waters
,
but
of
all
the
castles
,
ruins
,
rocks
,
lakes
,
gardens
,
and
houses
in
the
neighborhood
,
and
especially
that
,
bon
gre
,
mal
gre
,
he
shall
spend
one
entire
day
in
rhapsodizing
among
the
splendid
fragments
of
Fountain
Abbey
.
The
leading
question
asked
of
every
visitor
at
the
Granby
,
at
least
nine
times
a
day
is
,
whether
he
has
seen
the
Abbey
,
followed
by
exclamations
of
dismay
and
astonishment
,
if
he
have
not
.
A
shower
of
inquiries
then
follows
,
how
soon
he
intends
to
go
there
,
after
which
no
one
forgets
the
exact
day
and
hour
named
,
while
every
good-natured
friend
fills
up
occasional
gaps
in
the
conversation
by
hoping
he
may
be
favored
with
a
fine
morning
for
his
excursion
.
No
stranger
,
unmarried
and
marriageable
,
at
the
Granby
,
has
any
right
or
title
to
the
squandering
of
his
own
time
,
as
the
whole
race
of
chaperons
have
assumed
the
privilege
of
knowing
how
he
spends
it
,
as
well
as
of
dictating
the
various
ways
in
which
he
should
and
must
dispose
of
himself
;
and
,
accordingly
,
Sir
Patrick
and
Captain
De
Crespigny
found
themselves
one
day
ensnared
into
a
soi-disant
party
of
pleasure
to
Studley
,
from
which
they
had
no
more
chance
of
escape
than
a
brace
of
partridges
at
a
battu
.
As
Madame
De
Stael
remarks
,
"
English
weather
does
better
to
rail
at
,
than
if
it
were
finer
;
and
if
Britain
had
a
settled
climate
and
a
despotic
government
,
there
would
be
an
end
of
all
conversation
.
"
After
a
long
succession
of
good-for-nothing
days
,
during
which
the
rain
seemed
to
pour
from
a
thousand
water-spouts
,
till
the
world
was
in
a
perfect
dropsy
,
and
it
was
feared
the
sun
must
have
met
with
an
accident
,
as
he
seemed
unable
to
appear
,
he
at
last
,
contrary
to
custom
,
when
a
pic-nic
is
in
the
case
,
blazed
out
with
unprecedented
splendor
,
and
became
quite
a
spendthrift
of
his
rays
.
September
had
evidently
borrowed
a
day
from
June
for
the
occasion
;
and
yet
Sir
Patrick
,
who
would
much
rather
have
encountered
any
danger
than
the
smallest
discomfort
,
staid
an
hour
in
bed
to
consider
whether
there
was
anything
that
might
happen
in
the
whole
course
of
that
day
,
sufficiently
agreeable
to
reward
him
for
the
effort
of
rising
.
Except
a
fox-chase
,
however
,
nothing
could
have
done
so
;
and
he
secretly
detested
the
very
thoughts
of
walking
five
mortal
miles
,
and
spending
five
mortal
hours
in
"
doing
the
rural
"
among
the
dismal
cloisters
of
a
roofless
ruin
,
or
bush-ranging
through
damp
shrubberies
,
with
a
committee
of
enraptured
young
ladies
.
His
fellow-sufferer
,
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
stood
yawning
and
humming
a
tune
beside
him
,
waiting
for
the
carriage
,
and
expressing
a
hope
,
that
though
he
had
almost
fallen
out
of
acquaintance
with
nature
,
and
wished
pic-nics
had
never
been
invented
,
yet
perhaps
,
with
the
assistance
of
sandwiches
,
champagne
,
chicken
pies
,
porter
,
music
,
and
young
ladies
,
the
expedition
might
be
endurable
,
when
the
noise
of
wheels
grinding
along
the
gravel
,
attracted
their
attention
,
and
Mr.
Crawford
's
carriage
passed
on
its
way
to
Studley
,
with
the
two
tall
footmen
of
the
evening
before
,
mounted
behind
.
A
moment
afterwards
,
Sir
Patrick
perceived
the
excited
looking
stranger
,
whom
he
had
already
remarked
,
leading
his
horse
out
of
the
stable
,
with
a
degree
of
haste
and
impatience
quite
unaccountable
,
while
the
animal
seemed
resolute
to
postpone
the
evil
hour
of
being
mounted
,
though
his
master
lashed
and
swore
at
him
with
an
extreme
of
cruel
violence
,
which
raised
Sir
Patrick
's
utmost
indignation
.
He
was
rather
strangely
attired
for
so
sultry
a
morning
,
being
equipped
in
a
large
,
rough
greatcoat
,
a
thick
neckcloth
,
a
riding
whip
,
and
a
broad
brimmed
,
melo-dramatic
looking
hat
.
Having
at
length
mastered
his
refractory
charger
,
he
rode
straight
up
to
Sir
Patrick
,
with
a
contracted
brow
,
saying
,
in
tones
of
high
irritation
,
while
riveting
his
fierce
eyes
on
the
young
baronet
with
an
expression
that
strongly
betokened
insanity
:
"
You
are
disposed
to
be
observant
this
morning
!
We
shall
certainly
know
each
other
again
!
In
which
direction
did
Mr.
Crawford
's
carriage
drive
off
?
"
"
I
observe
only
for
my
own
amusement
!
"
replied
Sir
Patrick
,
haughtily
turning
away
,
and
humming
a
tune
.
"
Allow
me
to
remind
you
that
those
who
whistle
before
breakfast
,
may
weep
before
night
,
"
said
the
stranger
,
with
a
malignant
scowl
,
drawing
back
his
lips
,
and
breathing
through
his
clenched
teeth
,
as
he
glanced
at
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
and
galloped
rapidly
away
,
followed
at
a
more
moderate
pace
by
the
two
gentlemen
.
"
I
am
in
the
humor
to
knock
every
body
down
!
"
said
Sir
Patrick
;
"
and
there
was
an
admirable
opportunity
lost
!
I
dislike
the
looks
of
that
man
!
He
is
evidently
cracked
!
Depend
upon
it
,
his
skull
will
never
ring
again
!
Do
you
observe
,
De
Crespigny
,
he
has
nearly
overtaken
the
carriage
,
and
pulls
up
now
,
apparently
anxious
not
to
be
seen
by
the
servants
.
In
days
of
yore
,
we
might
have
been
certain
he
was
a
highwayman
,
going
to
rob
that
barouche
;
but
such
things
are
done
in
a
pocket-picking
,
pettifogging
way
now
,
without
an
atom
of
spirit
or
adventure
.
Why
,
my
good
friend
,
what
a
very
particularly
brown
study
you
are
in
!
What
is
the
matter
?
"
"
Nothing
!
nothing
!
I
am
solving
an
enigma
!
I
must
get
another
look
of
this
man
!
Dunbar
,
years
have
passed
since
that
voice
rang
in
my
ears
,
but
it
must
be
Ernest
Anstruther
's
!
Though
shrill
from
excitement
,
and
every
fibre
of
his
body
seems
dilated
with
madness
,
it
can
be
no
other
,
and
we
must
have
him
seized
this
day
.
I
actually
shivered
before
the
fierce
glare
of
his
eye
;
but
let
us
forget
it
.
I
cannot
speak
upon
the
subject
at
present
,
for
it
involves
all
the
deepest
interests
of
my
life
.
Now
,
then
,
for
Fountain
Abbey
!
I
feel
in
the
humor
that
I
could
strike
the
air
for
breathing
in
my
face
.
It
would
be
dangerous
for
any
body
to
ask
me
how
I
do
!
"
"
I
wish
all
gaunt
skeletons
of
deceased
houses
were
buried
out
of
sight
!
The
very
idea
of
those
damp
,
mouldy
walls
would
give
me
the
rheumatism
.
Had
we
not
better
return
?
"
said
Sir
Patrick
,
looking
anxiously
at
his
companion
.
"
No
!
"
replied
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
who
seemed
resolute
to
conquer
his
agitation
,
or
to
conceal
it
.
"
I
say
like
Luther
,
'
if
it
rained
madmen
,
let
us
go
on
!
'
"
"
Then
,
my
good
fellow
,
you
deserve
to
be
put
in
a
straight
waistcoat
yourself
!
"
"
Well
,
if
you
will
buy
and
pay
for
one
,
I
have
not
the
slightest
objection
to
wear
it
.
"
"
If
we
could
get
up
a
good
old-fashioned
belief
in
ghosts
,
for
this
occasion
,
and
go
to
Fountain
Abbey
some
other
day
by
moonlight
,
there
would
be
some
sense
in
it
,
"
persisted
Sir
Patrick
;
but
seeing
that
his
friend
was
not
to
be
dissuaded
,
he
changed
the
subject
,
adding
:
"
Our
existence
now
is
detestably
matter-of-fact
.
I
should
like
to
have
lived
in
the
days
of
giants
,
fairies
,
witchcraft
,
and
the
philosopher
's
stone
!
"
"
You
would
have
required
the
last
,
Dunbar
,
certainly
.
For
an
excursion
,
commend
me
to
Harwood
House
.
It
is
like
a
fashionable
residence
in
Park
Lane
.
Such
Brussels
carpets
,
rosewood
sofas
,
and
damask
curtains
,
that
I
felt
quite
at
home
;
but
here
we
have
a
bad
road
;
and
worse
dinner
.
A
refrectory
with
no
refreshments
,
and
a
kitchen
fire
,
where
a
whole
herd
of
oxen
might
be
roasted
whole
,
and
not
so
much
as
a
beefsteak
to
be
had
.
Visitors
may
not
even
take
,
like
the
horses
,
a
nose-bag
with
provisions
.
"
"
We
might
at
least
air
the
ruins
with
a
segar
.
Well
,
here
are
the
ladies
;
and
now
that
I
have
brought
you
here
,
and
you
have
brought
me
,
let
us
make
the
best
of
it
.
We
must
honor
the
old
Abbey
with
a
glance
,
though
I
am
sure
,
before
we
are
done
,
I
shall
be
walked
off
my
legs
.
"
"
I
knew
a
gentleman
,
once
,
"
said
Agnes
,
"
who
walked
till
nothing
was
left
of
him
but
his
hat
.
"
"
It
seems
as
if
all
the
birds
and
butterflies
in
Britain
had
an
appointment
here
to-day
,
"
said
Marion
.
"
How
their
twittering
and
mad
spirits
enliven
me
.
That
thrush
is
a
perfect
Orpheus
!
Few
can
ever
sing
like
these
simple
,
self-taught
musicians
.
"
"
Anybody
can
.
Grisi
,
Pasta
,
you
,
or
I
,
could
,
"
replied
Captain
De
Crespigny
.
"
It
is
pleasant
,
however
,
to
be
received
with
so
lively
a
serenade
.
These
little
creatures
are
happy
without
being
able
to
say
why
or
wherefore
;
and
how
often
we
ourselves
are
miserable
,
though
unable
to
tell
the
cause
,
or
perhaps
,
Miss
Dunbar
,
to
excite
the
pity
we
deserve
.
"
"
There
is
evidently
a
much
greater
proportion
of
happiness
than
of
misery
in
the
animal
world
,
as
they
do
not
make
unnecessary
annoyances
for
themselves
or
others
,
"
said
Marion
,
wishing
to
talk
on
indifferent
topics
,
as
she
observed
her
brother
watching
,
to
see
how
she
received
his
friend
.
"
What
bird
in
all
the
world
would
you
like
best
to
be
?
"
"
A
canary
,
or
a
piping
bullfinch
,
because
you
would
keep
me
in
a
cage
,
and
treat
me
kindly
.
I
should
wish
to
borrow
the
language
of
any
living
creature
that
pleases
you
!
I
am
born
to
succeed
in
everything
but
in
gaining
your
approbation
,
which
I
would
rather
never
have
been
born
than
live
without
.
I
could
willingly
go
step
by
step
round
the
world
,
to
find
out
the
secret
of
pleasing
you
;
and
I
am
falling
rapidly
into
a
Byron-like
,
misanthropic
melancholy
,
because
of
your
cruel
indifference
.
How
I
wish
emotions
were
communicated
like
electricity
,
without
the
slow
,
vulgar
use
of
language
,
for
I
always
feel
so
much
more
than
I
can
express
,
especially
in
your
society
.
"
"
Why
do
you
not
take
to
writing
verses
;
for
you
know
poets
all
work
themselves
up
into
fictitious
emotions
,
which
they
pour
out
upon
paper
,
without
troubling
any
one
individual
more
than
another
,
to
believe
or
disbelieve
them
.
Your
poems
might
be
lithographed
for
private
circulation
,
and
one
of
each
sent
to
Agnes
and
me
,
to
the
five
Miss
Ogilvies
,
and
to
all
Lady
Towercliffe
's
daughters
.
You
would
require
eight
eyes
,
like
a
spider
,
to
look
after
so
many
!
"
"
But
,
"
replied
he
,
in
his
most
sentimental
tone
,
"
there
is
a
want
of
which
one
might
die
in
the
midst
of
plenty
.
If
all
ladies
were
like
you
,
one
might
be
surrounded
by
a
hundred
,
and
yet
die
of
a
broken
heart
!
"
"
Any
one
may
break
his
own
heart
,
if
he
pleases
,
but
he
has
no
right
to
break
other
people
's
,
"
replied
Marion
,
jestingly
;
"
and
there
are
some
who
have
no
more
scruple
,
I
am
told
,
in
doing
so
,
than
in
breaking
stones
on
the
road
.
"
"
Perhaps
the
hearts
are
as
hard
as
the
stones
,
if
we
may
take
yours
as
a
specimen
;
but
you
really
are
becoming
severe
!
Take
care
you
do
not
hurt
my
feelings
!
"
"
Your
feelings
!
"
exclaimed
Marion
,
with
a
gay
,
half-reproachful
laugh
,
as
she
caught
the
eye
of
Agnes
.
"
I
thought
you
only
played
upon
the
feelings
of
others
,
because
you
really
had
none
of
your
own
.
"
Near
the
gate
leading
into
the
superb
grounds
of
Studley
,
no
less
than
two-and-thirty
carriages
were
assembled
,
from
the
low
elderly
gig
and
graceful
pony
carriage
,
to
the
aristocratic
barouche
and
four
,
not
to
mention
tax-carts
,
phaetons
,
curricles
,
and
coronetted
chariots
,
filled
with
joyous
groups
and
laughing
faces
.
The
landscape
around
seemed
as
if
colored
in
the
rich
,
deep
tints
of
some
ancient
painter
pre-eminent
in
his
art
,
so
bright
,
so
distinct
,
and
so
immoveable
in
its
rare
and
singular
beauty
,
serene
and
lovely
,
like
a
mind
at
peace
.
The
pencil
of
Poussin
or
of
Watteau
could
scarcely
have
done
justice
to
such
a
scene
.
The
air
was
literally
raining
sunshine
,
and
a
light
cloud
here
and
there
sailed
across
the
blue
sky
from
the
foreground
to
the
distant
horizon
,
while
the
rich
canopy
of
massy
trees
over
head
,
tinted
with
the
many-colored
hues
of
autumn
,
and
the
carpet
of
velvet
turf
beneath
,
were
enlivened
by
a
thousand
birds
,
hopping
sportively
from
bough
to
bough
,
like
feathered
arrows
,
and
by
the
gay
insect
world
fluttering
in
rapid
career
from
flower
to
flower
,
humming
aloud
their
ceaseless
sounds
of
joyful
activity
.
Every
walk
was
sprinkled
over
with
gaily-dressed
loungers
,
sunning
themselves
in
the
bright
atmosphere
,
and
no
flower
in
the
field
looked
more
fresh
,
more
natural
,
or
more
lovely
than
Marion
,
whose
beauty
had
never
appeared
more
attractive
than
now
,
amidst
all
the
sumptuous
magnificence
of
nature
,
which
seemed
on
the
present
occasion
to
be
adorned
in
her
full
dress
regalia
.
"
This
is
a
very
tolerable
imitation
of
a
fine
day
!
"
said
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
shading
his
eyes
to
gaze
around
,
and
looking
as
if
the
landscape
were
made
on
purpose
for
him
.
"
I
see
determined
admiration
in
your
countenance
,
Miss
Dunbar
,
but
I
mean
to
out-ecstacy
you
altogether
in
my
expressions
of
rapture
!
Ye
hills
and
dales
,
ye
rivers
,
woods
,
and
plains
.
"
"
Charming
!
"
said
Marion
,
absently
,
and
looking
round
for
Sir
Arthur
.
"
I
am
glad
you
are
pleased
.
"
"
To
be
sure
!
you
are
pleased
,
I
am
pleased
,
everybody
is
pleased
!
This
was
called
a
party
of
pleasure
,
and
nothing
could
be
a
party
of
pleasure
to
me
,
unless
you
were
included
;
but
now
all
the
world
is
here
!
at
least
those
who
are
all
the
world
to
me
,
and
I
expect
a
day
of
perfect
happiness
.
"
"
That
is
as
much
certainly
as
any
reasonable
person
can
reckon
upon
,
and
I
believe
it
is
more
likely
to
be
enjoyed
in
the
simple
rural
pleasures
of
the
country
than
anywhere
!
Some
persons
whom
we
might
almost
envy
,
think
it
pleasure
enough
for
a
whole
day
to
find
a
tom-tit
's
nest
,
containing
,
for
a
wonder
,
five
eggs
instead
of
four
,
or
follow
the
flight
of
a
king-fisher
during
six
whole
hours
,
at
full
speed
,
in
a
morning
,
to
see
where
he
feeds
,
and
can
talk
for
half
a
day
about
some
new
combination
of
colors
in
pansy
or
chrysanthemum
.
"
"
And
yet
they
would
be
reckoned
silly
and
vulgar
,
to
speak
half
as
long
about
a
new
combination
of
color
in
a
ribbon
,
which
is
in
my
estimation
quite
as
interesting
!
If
all
those
who
detest
the
country
,
had
courage
to
confess
it
,
as
I
do
,
how
the
shades
of
rural
life
would
be
deserted
,
and
volumes
of
rural
poetry
cast
into
the
fire
!
I
am
not
one
to
'
hang
a
thought
on
ev'ry
thorn
,
'
and
indeed
my
thoughts
have
thorns
enough
already
!
"
"
There
is
too
much
still
water
at
Studley
,
and
the
grounds
are
altogether
too
artificial
for
my
taste
,
"
said
Marion
.
"
Those
little
ponds
,
like
globes
for
gold-fish
,
are
dull
and
uninteresting
.
"
"
They
resemble
china
bowls
,
and
should
be
filled
with
iced
punch
!
"
observed
Sir
Patrick
.
"
Anything
so
like
the
basin
of
the
Serpentine
reminds
me
of
old
women
committing
suicide
!
This
is
not
a
good
sporting
country
,
so
crowded
with
laurels
,
temples
,
statues
,
cascades
,
and
that
sort
of
trash
!
I
wish
we
had
all
staid
at
home
,
and
looked
over
Turner
's
views
of
Studley
,
for
they
are
beautifully
done
!
"
"
Yes
!
"
said
Agnes
,
yawning
,
"
I
like
the
works
of
art
better
than
nature
,
pictures
,
statues
,
books
,
or
pianofortes
;
and
"
added
she
,
with
a
withering
look
at
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
"
I
like
human
nature
least
of
all
.
"
"
What
has
set
you
off
Childe-Haroldizing
this
morning
,
Agnes
?
"
asked
Sir
Patrick
,
with
angry
surprise
.
"
Strike
me
poetical
,
but
I
like
Marion
's
style
of
admiring
,
exclaiming
,
and
wondering
the
best
,
for
it
is
not
either
overdone
or
underdone
!
"
"
You
shall
have
a
most
intelligent
guide
,
Sir
,
immediately
,
"
said
the
superintendent
of
the
lodge
,
civilly
touching
his
hat
to
Sir
Patrick
.
"
Let
him
be
deaf
and
dumb
,
if
you
have
any
compassion
for
me
.
It
is
trouble
enough
to
come
here
,
without
listening
to
an
endless
rigmarole
about
ancient
abbots
,
clustered
pillars
,
and
stone
coffins
.
The
fellow
will
not
abate
a
single
tomb
or
tree
!
I
could
invent
a
story
quite
as
good
as
his
,
and
equally
true
!
'
built
nobody
knows
when
,
and
destroyed
nobody
knows
how
.
'
"
"
I
like
to
hear
all
,
and
believe
all
,
"
said
Marion
;
"
but
you
remind
me
,
Patrick
,
of
the
French
lady
,
who
said
she
wished
to
be
taught
everything
in
two
words
.
Now
let
us
summon
up
any
little
poetry
that
may
be
lurking
in
our
composition
,
to
admire
those
noble
,
pillar-like
elms
,
with
branches
so
thickly
clustered
that
the
wind
can
scarcely
elbow
its
way
through
the
leaves
.
Those
shadows
are
magnificent
,
flickering
across
the
road
.
"
"
Give
me
an
old
post-horse
instead
of
an
old
tree
,
and
I
shall
call
up
much
finer
associations
!
"
said
Sir
Patrick
.
"
My
sole
idea
of
enjoying
the
country
is
connected
with
hunting
,
shooting
,
and
fishing
;
but
as
to
living
for
ruins
,
flowers
,
green
trees
,
fat
cows
,
rocky
mountains
,
and
all
that
sort
of
trash
,
excuse
me
.
They
do
for
poets
and
painters
,
professionally
,
to
rave
about
,
but
I
care
no
more
to
look
at
that
prodigiously
aged
tree
before
me
,
than
at
old
Lord
Doncaster
,
tottering
behind
us
with
Agnes
.
"
"
That
tree
,
Sir
,
is
a
Spanish
chesnut
,
112
feet
high
,
and
22
feet
in
girth
,
"
said
the
guide
,
in
his
usual
business-like
tone
.
"
It
has
seen
a
hundred
summers
.
"
"
Then
it
has
certainly
not
lived
in
this
country
!
"
replied
Sir
Patrick
,
affecting
to
shiver
.
"
There
's
a
thing
they
call
summer
in
England
,
made
up
of
east
wind
and
fog
,
with
a
half-extinguished
sun
,
trees
trying
to
put
a
good
face
on
the
matter
,
a
few
leaves
and
flowers
born
apparently
in
a
consumption
,
and
one
or
two
misguided
birds
mistaking
the
imitation
for
a
reality
,
while
chirping
their
notes
all
out
of
tune
.
"
"
This
oak
,
Sir
,
is
500
years
old
,
"
continued
the
guide
,
pertinaciously
bent
on
executing
his
task
;
"
it
contains
300
feet
of
solid
timber
.
"
"
And
how
many
leaves
are
there
on
it
?
You
never
heard
!
Do
you
pretend
to
be
a
guide
,
and
not
know
that
?
The
timber
will
cut
up
for
a
tolerable
sum
,
which
will
suit
the
next
heir
.
"
"
Have
you
the
barbarity
,
even
in
imagination
,
to
prostrate
that
kingly
tree
!
look
at
its
gigantic
shadow
on
the
grass
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
.
"
I
really
had
,
even
upon
our
very
short
acquaintance
,
conceived
a
better
opinion
of
you
.
"
"
Then
be
not
rash
in
altering
it
!
I
am
all
you
ever
thought
me
,
and
more
!
At
the
same
time
I
cannot
but
think
,
in
looking
at
this
immense
,
overgrown
prodigy
among
trees
,
how
fortunate
it
is
that
they
stop
growing
at
last
,
or
one
such
monster
might
at
last
overshadow
the
whole
world
.
Now
,
it
is
a
hundred
years
at
least
since
the
ground
beneath
that
tree
has
been
enlivened
by
a
single
sunbeam
!
Spare
me
all
the
exclamations
of
delight
I
see
impending
!
Ladies
are
taught
a
taste
for
the
picturesque
as
part
of
their
full-dress
manners
,
but
the
truth
is
,
that
you
care
no
more
for
scenery
than
for
a
painted
sign-post
.
"
"
I
have
no
eye
to
spare
for
the
landscape
,
"
said
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
glancing
towards
Marion
.
"
Therefore
pray
let
us
,
like
'
Puff
in
the
Critic
,
omit
all
about
gilding
the
Eastern
hemisphere
;
or
about
the
setting
sun
pillowing
his
chin
upon
an
orient
wave
.
'
Nothing
gives
me
so
mournful
an
estimate
of
people
's
general
happiness
,
as
to
join
what
they
call
a
party
of
pleasure
!
Such
rising
before
daylight
,
such
climbing
of
inaccessible
hills
,
such
scrambling
on
slippery
rocks
,
and
such
eating
of
trash
,
which
no
one
in
an
ordinary
rational
state
of
mind
would
ever
dream
of
tasting
!
In
short
,
it
begins
with
the
total
sacrifice
of
all
comfort
,
bonnets
and
dresses
in
jeopardy
,
as
well
as
every
limb
of
your
body
in
danger
,
a
great
deal
of
forced
vivacity
,
a
number
of
old
,
worn-out
jests
,
a
seat
upon
the
damp
grass
,
and
returning
home
after
sunset
in
a
fog
!
If
these
are
people
's
pleasures
,
what
must
their
miseries
be
?
"
"
Certainly
the
most
toilsome
of
all
vocations
is
that
of
an
idle
man
,
"
said
Marion
.
"
I
often
think
,
when
observing
the
extraordinary
plans
of
life
on
which
people
set
out
in
search
of
happiness
,
that
if
during
one
day
in
every
year
,
we
were
all
obliged
to
exchange
the
modes
of
life
we
voluntarily
adopt
,
it
would
produce
universal
misery
.
If
Mr.
Granville
were
obliged
to
play
sixteen
hits
at
backgammon
every
forenoon
instead
of
Lord
Doncaster
;
if
Patrick
had
to
visit
and
condole
with
the
sick
all
morning
;
if
you
had
to
blow
the
flute
five
hours
a
day
for
Lord
Wigton
;
if
he
had
to
hunt
eight
hours
in
your
place
;
and
if
I
must
lounge
all
morning
in
the
public
room
,
like
Mrs.
O'Donoghoe
,
how
wretched
each
individual
would
be
!
"
"
Very
true
,
"
replied
Captain
De
Crespigny
.
"
The
various
species
of
men
are
as
different
from
each
other
,
and
as
little
calculated
to
associate
,
as
the
various
species
of
animals
.
Sportsmen
have
a
natural
antipathy
to
literary
men
,
politicians
to
jockeys
,
and
infidels
to
Christians
.
Life
is
to
each
of
these
a
perfectly
different
affair
.
Their
feelings
,
desires
,
habits
,
occupations
,
and
pleasures
,
are
entirely
opposite
,
their
conversation
quite
unsuitable
,
and
they
all
hate
each
other
.
"
While
Sir
Patrick
,
with
ceaseless
vivacity
,
teazed
the
guide
by
asking
a
thousand
unanswerable
questions
,
the
replies
to
which
should
have
occupied
several
hours
,
he
amused
himself
with
making
premeditated
blunders
and
lively
questions
,
enough
to
bewilder
the
brain
of
their
matter-of-fact
conductor
,
who
hurried
forward
with
a
velocity
of
body
disproportioned
to
the
slowness
of
his
understanding
,
pointing
to
an
arbor
elevated
high
upon
the
ridge
of
a
hill
,
from
whence
he
intimated
that
the
finest
view
was
to
be
obtained
.
With
a
rueful
grimace
,
Sir
Patrick
prepared
to
make
a
forced
march
in
that
direction
,
measuring
the
height
with
his
eye
,
and
protesting
that
the
fellow
certainly
had
an
ill-will
at
him
,
for
imposing
such
a
task
,
when
he
was
falling
to
pieces
already
with
fatigue
.
Marion
,
in
the
mean
time
,
looked
as
happy
as
she
felt
;
having
now
achieved
two
very
great
pleasures
,
as
,
in
the
first
place
,
Captain
De
Crespigny
had
been
called
away
by
his
uncle
,
and
,
in
the
second
,
he
was
succeeded
by
Sir
Arthur
leaning
on
the
arm
of
Mr.
Granville
.
The
smile
of
confidence
and
interest
with
which
Marion
now
listened
and
talked
,
when
contrasted
with
the
constrained
attention
she
had
bestowed
on
Captain
De
Crespigny
,
was
like
the
difference
between
the
glowing
warmth
of
a
summer
morning
and
the
icy
brightness
of
winter
.
While
loitering
along
their
beautiful
path
,
picking
up
here
and
there
a
wild
flower
,
or
pausing
to
enjoy
the
verdant
beauties
of
nature
in
her
holiday
garb
,
cold
would
have
been
the
heart
,
and
vacant
the
imagination
,
not
crowded
with
thoughts
and
feelings
of
poetical
interest
,
when
,
thus
surrounded
by
memorials
of
many
romantic
incidents
in
the
national
history
.
To
Mr.
Granville
,
all
the
charms
of
the
place
and
season
seemed
familiar
.
He
pointed
out
to
Marion
a
thousand
beauties
overlooked
by
ordinary
eyes
,
while
many
a
refined
allusion
to
his
own
attachment
arose
spontaneously
out
of
the
subject
,
and
was
listened
to
by
her
with
modest
but
heartfelt
interest
.
They
conversed
with
glowing
delight
and
perfect
communion
of
thought
,
on
the
various
interesting
subjects
which
abound
in
the
rich
stores
of
a
cultivated
mind
.
Throughout
the
remarks
of
Mr.
Granville
on
music
,
science
,
and
every
elevating
enjoyment
of
the
human
intellect
,
the
poetry
of
literature
,
as
well
as
the
poetry
of
nature
might
be
traced
.
Even
the
most
indifferent
subjects
were
no
longer
indifferent
to
Richard
and
Marion
when
thus
viewed
with
mutual
interest
,
and
when
affording
a
deeper
insight
into
each
other
's
heart
and
mind
;
while
the
gorgeous
scenery
around
inspired
them
with
feelings
of
enjoyment
beyond
any
that
could
be
attained
in
gaudy
festivity
and
artificial
amusement
.
"
This
place
is
quite
a
morsel
of
Arcadia
!
"
exclaimed
Marion
,
while
her
eyes
were
beaming
with
delight
.
"
I
could
fancy
it
some
undiscovered
country
of
our
own
,
with
not
a
living
being
in
it
but
ourselves
.
"
"
Excuse
me
there
,
"
said
Sir
Arthur
,
smiling
.
"
I
shall
by
no
means
vote
for
having
my
world
made
so
small
and
select
!
I
am
the
most
sociable
of
created
beings
,
having
fully
convinced
myself
that
nothing
renders
people
more
utterly
selfish
than
solitude
;
all
your
strollings
alone
in
forests
and
reclining
beside
rivers
,
what
do
they
lead
to
?
a
prodigious
opinion
of
ourselves
,
and
an
extreme
indifference
or
contempt
for
others
!
"
"
Most
undeniably
true
,
"
replied
Mr.
Granville
.
"
If
we
had
no
happiness
to
seek
but
our
own
,
I
should
not
have
far
to
search
for
mine
;
yet
,
as
a
matter
of
duty
,
I
am
for
association
and
for
cultivating
the
kinder
feeling
produced
by
mingling
with
others
.
Man
could
not
be
happy
alone
,
even
in
Paradise
,
and
the
sternest
misanthropes
can
do
nothing
worse
against
society
than
to
become
solitary
hermits
.
"
"
The
injury
is
inflicted
on
themselves
also
,
as
Providence
has
ordained
for
wise
purposes
that
,
bad
as
men
are
,
they
should
love
one
another
,
"
observed
Sir
Arthur
.
"
My
Marion
here
brings
the
joys
of
spring
to
cheer
the
winter
of
my
life
,
and
I
give
her
in
return
the
gathered
experience
of
many
a
long
year
;
while
,
with
you
both
beside
me
,
the
withering
leaves
of
autumn
look
almost
green
and
almost
gay
.
"
"
Yet
this
is
certainly
the
most
melancholy
of
all
seasons
,
"
replied
Mr.
Granville
.
"
It
has
been
called
the
time
of
fulfilment
,
when
hope
is
realized
,
—
but
it
can
be
an
emblem
only
of
Christian
hope
realized
in
death
.
Every
hue
and
every
sound
reminds
me
of
decay
.
The
howling
winds
,
the
fleeting
clouds
,
and
the
rustling
leaves
all
speak
of
change
and
mortality
;
but
permanent
hopes
and
feelings
belong
only
to
our
religion
,
which
become
the
charm
of
existence
when
they
arise
,
and
which
neither
time
nor
death
can
alter
.
Our
earthly
affections
when
founded
on
such
ennobling
prospects
,
entitle
us
to
believe
that
we
shall
advance
,
hand
in
hand
with
those
we
love
,
along
the
journey
of
life
,
and
even
at
the
end
,
be
only
separated
for
a
very
short
period
,
to
be
reunited
in
a
world
of
which
even
hours
so
bright
as
these
are
but
a
faint
representation
.
When
a
Christian
dies
,
he
dies
into
another
world
.
He
is
then
born
into
a
scene
more
beautiful
,
more
joyous
,
and
more
lasting
than
this
.
"
"
How
surprising
it
seems
,
that
so
little
real
admiration
is
felt
for
the
wonders
of
nature
,
though
so
much
is
pretended
!
"
observed
Marion
.
"
If
anything
could
vulgarize
so
glorious
a
scene
,
it
would
be
that
tawdry
crowd
of
many-colored
visitors
,
rending
the
air
with
exclamations
of
delight
,
which
seem
chiefly
addressed
to
the
crows
and
jackdaws
.
"
"
We
should
have
a
band
of
fairies
here
,
to
give
suitable
music
,
"
added
Sir
Arthur
;
"
and
you
ought
to
rob
the
poets
of
a
few
verses
to
celebrate
the
shades
of
Studley
.
I
observe
,
Marion
,
that
though
in
actual
conversation
,
a
single
line
of
poetry
sounds
pedantic
,
yet
young
ladies
in
all
novels
have
the
whole
British
poets
by
heart
,
and
spout
entire
pages
by
the
yard
measure
,
for
every
emergency
,
taken
from
Cowper
,
Milton
,
Byron
and
Co.
"
An
interesting
discussion
now
ensued
,
respecting
the
effect
produced
on
the
mind
by
sacred
poetry
,
which
diverged
to
the
subject
of
sacred
music
,
when
Mr.
Granville
spoke
with
enthusiasm
of
the
exalting
,
touching
,
and
saddening
influence
of
Handel
's
choruses
,
and
of
the
affecting
thoughts
they
occasionally
create
.
In
every
remark
referring
to
the
heart
or
imagination
,
he
expressed
himself
with
a
depth
and
fervor
,
felt
and
appreciated
by
the
fresh
young
mind
of
Marion
,
who
now
experienced
,
under
the
happiest
auspices
,
how
much
the
mental
faculties
are
enlivened
by
studying
nature
.
Amidst
surrounding
peace
,
the
soul
exercises
its
brightest
powers
of
thought
,
undivided
by
the
shifting
scenes
of
human
life
,
with
its
thousand
fluctuating
objects
and
cares
;
while
the
fancy
,
liberated
and
unoccupied
,
is
thrown
back
upon
itself
,
and
discovers
once
more
the
visions
of
other
days
,
the
stores
of
memory
,
experience
,
and
hope
.
From
the
point
of
view
to
which
their
guide
now
left
the
party
,
all
the
finest
characteristics
of
Fountain
Abbey
became
visible
,
and
Marion
found
Miss
Smythe
finishing
a
masterly
sketch
of
the
landscape
,
which
she
blushingly
yielded
up
for
examination
,
while
Sir
Patrick
confessed
that
he
had
been
standing
in
his
most
picturesque
attitude
during
five
minutes
,
in
hopes
of
obtaining
a
place
in
the
foreground
.
Nothing
could
be
more
strikingly
beautiful
than
her
spirited
representation
of
the
large
eastern
window
,
like
a
light
triumphal
arch
,
the
patches
of
ivy
clinging
round
those
mouldering
walls
,
and
the
high
,
stately
tower
,
nearly
transparent
with
its
many
windows
,
all
yet
in
perfect
preservation
.
"
What
a
fatigue
!
"
exclaimed
Sir
Patrick
,
throwing
himself
in
a
graceful
attitude
full-length
on
the
sloping
turf
.
"
This
day
is
like
the
famous
Peter
Schlemihl
,
without
a
shadow
!
"
"
Well
done
art
and
nature
both
!
"
added
Captain
De
Crespigny
;
"
we
have
not
existed
in
vain
after
seeing
that
matchless
view
!
I
shall
give
bail
to
live
contented
and
happy
during
the
rest
of
my
life
,
if
you
will
only
endow
me
with
all
I
see
,
and
let
it
be
shared
with
the
person
in
this
company
whom
I
like
best
,
though
perhaps
she
might
tire
of
me
.
"
Agnes
bit
her
scarlet
lip
with
scorn
at
words
which
would
once
have
thrilled
to
her
very
heart
,
but
she
turned
away
with
an
insufferably
haughty
air
on
perceiving
that
her
ci-devant
admirer
had
turned
his
most
irresistible
looks
towards
Marion
,
who
was
earnestly
talking
in
an
undertone
to
Miss
Smythe
,
while
a
look
of
anxious
alarm
had
become
depicted
on
the
countenances
of
both
.
"
Such
moments
as
these
are
like
the
colors
of
a
rainbow
,
very
bright
and
very
fleeting
,
"
observed
Sir
Arthur
.
"
If
I
had
a
place
magnificent
as
this
,
even
with
the
power
of
choosing
my
own
society
,
yet
,
as
Dr.
Johnson
says
,
'
such
possessions
make
men
unwilling
to
die
!
'
"
"
Allow
me
to
differ
,
then
,
from
Dr.
Johnson
,
"
replied
Mr.
Granville
.
"
It
is
not
our
possessions
,
but
our
affections
that
could
ever
make
me
grieve
to
forsake
this
bright
green
earth
.
I
would
rather
be
loved
by
one
than
envied
by
thousands
.
I
can
imagine
no
happiness
that
does
not
spring
from
the
heart
,
and
the
most
splendid
mansion
that
ever
adorned
the
earth
,
would
be
a
desert
without
the
smile
of
those
who
loved
me
to
welcome
my
entrance
there
.
"
"
Who
that
knows
the
worth
of
friendship
would
not
say
the
same
,
"
added
Marion
,
in
a
deep
,
low
tone
.
"
My
wishes
never
grasp
at
great
possessions
,
as
their
very
vastness
appears
disproportioned
to
our
nature
and
powers
.
The
most
superb
houses
are
those
most
generally
deserted
by
their
owners
,
but
I
scarcely
ever
see
a
retired
and
peaceful
cottage
without
whispering
to
myself
,
'
There
I
could
be
happy
.
'
"
"
Take
my
word
for
it
,
the
whole
thing
would
be
odious
in
a
week
,
"
said
Captain
De
Crespigny
.
"
I
have
been
a
great
observer
of
life
from
the
windows
of
the
New
Club
,
and
my
serious
opinion
is
,
that
poetry
is
all
written
to
mislead
our
unsuspecting
youth
into
an
effervescence
of
empty
enthusiasm
about
rural
felicity
on
an
income
of
nothing
per
annum
;
but
I
drew
the
cork
out
of
that
bottle
long
ago
,
and
found
it
all
froth
.
Once
upon
a
time
I
was
betrayed
into
living
a
month
at
one
of
those
little
bird
's
nests
,
a
gaudy
,
stuccoed
gimcrack
,
