"Mr Riprapton," she exclaimed, after a space of real emotion, "I have
never yet boxed the ears of a gentleman; but had you been one, I should
most assuredly have so far forgotten my feminine dignity, as to have
expressed my deep resentment by a blow. I cannot touch anything so
mean. While you confined your persecutions to words, I bore with it.
Sir, I only speak from my own sensations; but judging by these, any
female who could abide your touch without repugnance, must have long
lost all womanly feelings: and now that we are upon this subject, let me
give you a little friendly advice. When you are permitted to sit at the
same table with ladies, and wish by the means of your feet to establish
a secret intercourse with anyone, take care, in future, that you do not
use the wooden leg. Females may be more tender in their toes than in
their hearts. You may go, sir; and remember, if you wish to preserve
your station in this house--know it. When you behave as a gentleman,
that title may be conceded to you: but the moment your conduct is
inconsistent with that character, those around you will not forget that
you are no more than a hired servant, and but one degree above a menial.
Here, Ralph," she continued, giving me the violated hand, "cleanse it
from that fellow's profanation." I brought it to my mouth very
gallantly, and covered it with kisses.
For the first time, I saw my usher-friend not only confounded, but dumb
with consternation, and his whitened face became purple even into the
depths of his deep pock-marks, with an emotion that no courtesy could
characterise as amiable. He moved off with none of his usual grace; but
retired like a very common place wooden-legged man, in a truly miserable
dot-and-go-one style. What Mrs Causand and I said to each other on the
subject, when she went and seated herself in the summer-house to recover
from her excitement, would, I am sure, have formed the groundwork and
arguments of twelve good moral essays; but unfortunately I have
forgotten everything about it, except that we stayed there till not only
the dews had fallen upon the flowers, but the shades of evening upon the
dews.
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