Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
"Father, you are right. What a blessing it would be, if they could only
fetch it round! Let us hope for the best, as they do. And now for the
other question, all about myself; and I hope you will take the same
liberal views. But it is a long story. Have your easy chair, and your
little glass of mead that stops the cough. Well, Harold did some good in
recommending that. You never get the cough as you used to have it."
"Harold is a very clever fellow," my father said, after a sip or two;
"if that boy would only stick to something--or if I could make a blend
of you two--well, well, we can't have everything."
"That is a righteous law for us; but it ought not to apply to you, sir,
whose wishes are so moderate. For instance, I want a thing that I shall
never get. May I call Mother in, to hear what it is?"
In this there was wisdom, gracious wisdom, such as we are inspired with
sometimes, however foolish we may generally be. For whatever opinion my
father might form, he would have my mother looking at him, and then she
would be sure to give a glance at me, and the experience of years would
be belied unless she gave utterance to a conclusion not directly
counter, but sub-contrary, hypenantious--if such a word is
pardonable--to the view which her husband had ventured to form without
waiting for her suggestion. For they had grown so much alike, that both
of them doubted about the joint-stock wisdom; as we all despise
home-produce.
Seeing myself in the right way thus, while indulging in all due
deference, I did my very best to let them know that I had striven after
things above me. My father was ready to concede that point; but my
mother could not conceive it; and was eager to branch out into a long
discourse, about all the great people akin to us in body, but in mind
not as yet awake to it. My father joined me in abbreviating that--though
at such a time it was hard measure--but he heard the old Grandfather
Clock strike one; and if mother got wound up on that chain, the
hour-hand might go round the dial before he got any luncheon! Therefore
he spoke decisively.
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