Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Scargill, William Pitt
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Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Scargill, William Pitt
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The nobility do not act judiciously when they admit of any other token
of distinction than actual rank. When once they adopt any fanciful
distinction from fashion, or _ton_, or impudence, for they are nearly
the same, the benefit of the civil distinction is at once renounced,
and there is no established immoveable barrier against innovation. A
merchant, or the son of a merchant, may by means of an imperturbable
self-conceit, or by force of commanding impudence, push himself up
into the highest walks of life, and look down upon nobility. Though
the biographer of a deceased statesman may express his lament that
nobility does not admit talent _ad eundem_, yet there is danger lest
nobility should hold its hereditary honors with too light a hand. Lord
Smatterton indeed was not guilty of neglecting to preserve upon his own
mind, or endeavouring to impress on the minds of others, a due and full
sense of his own importance. Even to Mr Kipperson his familiarity was
obviously condescension, though not so felt or regarded by Mr Kipperson
himself. We will leave this gentleman for awhile to go and transact
important business in the city, and we will attend upon Miss Primrose.
As soon as the poor girl had found her way to the residence of the
Countess of Smatterton, she was received by her ladyship with the
greatest kindness.
“Now, my dear Miss Primrose, this is very good of you to come up to
town so soon. But how did you come--you did not come all the way by
yourself. Surely you did not travel by the stage coach?”
Penelope informed her ladyship concerning her fellow traveller, and
expressed herself perfectly well satisfied with the mode of travelling
which she had adopted.
“Well, that was fortunate; but really, if I had thought of it in time,
you might have come with our family when we travelled up. But I am very
glad you are come. You will be quite indispensable to us to-morrow
evening. I am happy to see you looking so well, and how did you leave
Mrs Greendale? Poor woman! Her loss is very great!”
Fortunately for Penelope, the Countess was not one of those
unreasonable persons who ask questions for the sake of answers, but
one of those, who are not a small number, who ask questions purely
for the sake of asking them, and by way of shewing their own very
great condescension in deigning to ask so particularly concerning what
interests their inferiors. It is however not good policy that the
models of politeness should, in their manifest heedlessness of answers
to their questions, so decidedly testify to their own insincerity and
heartlessness.
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