Courtship -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction
Mr. Talboys was silent, and his manner showed that he was a little
mortified at a subject turning to joke which he had commenced
seriously. He must stop this annoyance. He said severely, “It is time
to come to an understanding with you.”
At these words, and, above all, at their solemn tone, the senior
pricked his ears and prepared his social diplomacy.
“I have visited very frequently at your house, Mr. Fountain.”
“Never without being welcome, my dear sir.”
“You have, I think, divined one reason of my very frequent visits
here.”
“I have not been vain enough to attribute them entirely to my own
attractions.”
“You approve the homage I render to that other attraction?”
“Unfeignedly.”
“Am I so fortunate as to have her suffrage, too?”
“I have no better means of knowing than you have.”
“Indeed! I was in hopes you might have sounded her inclinations.”
“I have scrupulously avoided it,” replied the veteran. “I had no right
to compromise you upon mere conjecture, however reasonable. I awaited
your authority to take any move in so delicate a matter. Can you blame
me? On one side my friend's dignity, on the other a young lady's peace
of mind, and that young lady my brother's daughter.”
“You were right, my dear sir; I see and appreciate your reserve, your
delicacy, though I am about to remove its cause. I declare myself to
you your niece's admirer; have I your permission to address her?”
“You have, and my warmest wishes for your success.”
“Thank you. I think I may hope to succeed, provided I have a fair
chance afforded me.”
“I will take care you shall have that.”
“I should prefer not to have others buzzing about the lady whose
affection I am just beginning to gain.”
“You pay this poor sailor an amazing compliment,” said Mr. Fountain, a
little testily; “if he admires Lucy it can only be as a puppy is
struck with the moon above. The moon does not respond to all this
wonder by descending into the whelp's jaws--no more will my niece. But
that is neither here nor there; you are now her declared suitor, and
you have a right to stipulate; in short, you have only to say the
word, and 'exeunt Dodds,' as the play-books say.”
“Dodds? I have no objection to the lady. Would it not be possible to
invite her to tea alone?”
“Quite possible, but useless. She would not stir out without her
brother.”
“She seems a little person likely to give herself airs. Well, then, in
that case, though as you say I am no doubt raising Mr. Dodd to a false
importance, still--”
“Say no more; we should indulge the whims of our friends, not attack
them with reasons. You will see the Dodds no more in my house.”
“Oh, as to that, just as you please. Perhaps they would be as well out
of it,” said Talboys, with a sudden affectation of carelessness. “I
must not take you too far. Good-night.”
“Go-o-d night!”
Poor David. He was to learn how little real hold upon society has the
man who can only instruct and delight it.
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