The reader will perhaps have learned by this time a thing which I had
myself suspected before I had been twenty-four hours in Mr. Nosnibor’s
house—I mean, that though the Nosnibors showed me every attention, I
could not cordially like them, with the exception of Arowhena who was
quite different from the rest. They were not fair samples of
Erewhonians. I saw many families with whom they were on visiting terms,
whose manners charmed me more than I know how to say, but I never could
get over my original prejudice against Mr. Nosnibor for having
embezzled the money. Mrs. Nosnibor, too, was a very worldly woman, yet
to hear her talk one would have thought that she was singularly the
reverse; neither could I endure Zulora; Arowhena however was
perfection.
She it was who ran all the little errands for her mother and Mr.
Nosnibor and Zulora, and gave those thousand proofs of sweetness and
unselfishness which some one member of a family is generally required
to give. All day long it was Arowhena this, and Arowhena that; but she
never seemed to know that she was being put upon, and was always bright
and willing from morning till evening. Zulora certainly was very
handsome, but Arowhena was infinitely the more graceful of the two and
was the very _ne plus ultra_ of youth and beauty. I will not attempt to
describe her, for anything that I could say would fall so far short of
the reality as only to mislead the reader. Let him think of the very
loveliest that he can imagine, and he will still be below the truth.
Having said this much, I need hardly say that I had fallen in love with
her.
She must have seen what I felt for her, but I tried my hardest not to
let it appear even by the slightest sign. I had many reasons for this.
I had no idea what Mr. and Mrs. Nosnibor would say to it; and I knew
that Arowhena would not look at me (at any rate not yet) if her father
and mother disapproved, which they probably would, considering that I
had nothing except the pension of about a pound a day of our money
which the King had granted me. I did not yet know of a more serious
obstacle.
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