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
Moreover, to see one's dearest friends escaping from some black
distress, and coming back to their usual cheer, and jokes, and pleasure
in the world around, takes or ought to take a lot of lead out of our own
handicap. Although my sister had never been by any means painfully
sympathetic with my misfortunes in the way of love, I was candid enough
to feel that this might be because I had never asked her. Such an
affection as mine was far beyond her understanding, a thing too holy to
be discussed by any girl with yellow hair in love with a member of the
Stock Exchange. But I quite forgave her all short-comings, the moment
she fell into real trouble, and I wiped her eyes almost as softly as if
they had been Dariel's. And this renewed our deep attachment, which had
lost perhaps some little of its warmth, when she took to finding virtues
in that marvellous Jackson Stoneman, which she had pronounced a hundred
times to be sadly deficient in her brother. However they revived and
flourished now; and I was not so mean as to ask how they came back, but
was proud of their possession. Let us take all the credit we can get,
from people who are fond of us; there will scarcely be enough to plug
the holes our other brethren pick in us.
Stoneman, too, having turned the corner by the narrowest of shaves, with
the paint shorn from his shaft and felly, but his box and axle as sound
as ever, was much improved for the present by the increase of humility.
Or perhaps it would be more correct to say, by the birth of that quality
within him; for if it had existed heretofore, it had been so true to
itself as to recoil from all recognition. Except of course in his first
love-time; for if a man cannot be humble then, Lucifer is no match for
him. It is needless to say that the losses of the firm were spread from
mouth to mouth at any figure that occurred to the imagination, long
before the senior partner himself could lay a loose measure along them.
But he managed to stick to the Hall and the Park; though he gave up his
yacht, and the hounds, and other enjoyments now too costly, and at
Grace's urgent order clave to money-making all the week, and left the
love for Sundays.
There was even some little talk about my throwing up the plough, and
harrow, pitchfork, flail, and stable-bucket, and quitting in despair the
land that had now become too honest to maintain mankind. To wit, I was
to join our Jackson, not as a partner (for the solid reason that I had
no capital), but as an agent, an assessor, or I forget what they called
it. My father wished it, and so did my mother, and every one except
myself; and I was doubting whether the sense of duty to my relatives
ought not to outweigh my own tastes and wishes, when all my thoughts
were upset again, and all my mind unsettled, by a letter just as
follows:--
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