There is a truth in your view, but I think extremely distorted; Still there is a truth, I own, I understand you entirely. While the Tutor was gathering his purposes, Arthur continued, Is not all this the same that one hears at common-room breakfasts, Or perhaps Trinity wines, about Gothic buildings and Beauty? And with a start from the sofa came Hobbes; with a cry from the sofa, Where he was laid, the great Hobbes, contemplative, corpulent, witty, Author forgotten and silent of currentest phrases and fancies, Mute and exuberant by turns, a fountain at intervals playing, Mute and abstracted, or strong and abundant as rain in the tropics; Studious; careless of dress; inobservant; by smooth persuasions Lately decoyed into kilt on example of Hope and the Piper, Hope an Antinoüs mere, Hyperion of calves the Piper. Beautiful! cried he up-leaping, analogy perfect to madness! O inexhaustible source of thought, shall I call it, or fancy! Wonderful spring, at whose touch doors fly, what a vista disclosing! Exquisite germ; Ah no, crude fingers shall not soil thee; Rest, lovely pearl, in my brain, and slowly mature in the oyster. While at the exquisite pearl they were laughing and corpulent oyster, Ah, could they only be taught, he resumed, by a Pugin of women, How even churning and washing, the dairy, the scullery duties, Wait but a touch to redeem and convert them to charms and attractions, Scrubbing requires for true grace but frank and artistical handling, And the removal of slops to be ornamentally treated. Philip who speaks like a book, (retiring and pausing he added,) Philip, here, who speaks—like a folio say’st thou, Piper? Philip shall write us a book, a Treatise upon _The Laws of_ _Architectural Beauty in Application to Women_; Illustrations, of course, and a Parker’s Glossary pendent. Where shall in specimen seen be the sculliony stumpy-columnar (Which to a reverent taste is perhaps the most moving of any), Rising to grace of true woman in English the Early and Later, Charming us still in fulfilling the Richer and Loftier stages, Lost, ere we end, in the Lady-Debased and the Lady-Flamboyant: Whence why in satire and spite too merciless onward pursue her Hither to hideous close, Modern-Florid, modern-fine-lady? No, I will leave it to you, my Philip, my Pugin of women. Leave it to Arthur, said Adam, to think of, and not to play with. You are young, you know, he said, resuming, to Philip, You are young, he proceeded, with something of fervour to Hewson. You are a boy; when you grow to a man you’ll find things alter. You will then seek only the good, will scorn the attractive, Scorn all mere cosmetics, as now of rank and fashion, Delicate hands, and wealth, so then of poverty also, Poverty truly attractive, more truly, I bear you witness. Good, wherever it’s found, you will choose, be it humble or stately,