England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“It may seem presumptuous in me,--a stranger of only a few weeks’
standing--to set up my judgment as to men’s character against that of
residents’---” Lady Ludlow gave a little bow of acquiescence, which was,
I think, involuntary on her part, and which I don’t think he
perceived,--“but I am convinced that the man is innocent of this
offence,--and besides, the justices themselves allege this ridiculous
custom of paying a compliment to a newly-appointed magistrate as their
only reason.”
That unlucky word “ridiculous!” It undid all the good his modest
beginning had done him with my lady. I knew, as well as words could have
told me, that she was affronted at the expression being used by a man
inferior in rank to those whose actions he applied it to,--and, truly,
it was a great want of tact, considering to whom he was speaking.
Lady Ludlow spoke very gently and slowly; she always did so when she
was annoyed; it was a certain sign, the meaning of which we had all
learnt.
“I think, Mr. Gray, we will drop the subject. It is one on which we are
not likely to agree.”
Mr. Gray’s ruddy colour grew purple, and then faded away, and his face
became pale. I think both my lady and he had forgotten our presence; and
we were beginning to feel too awkward to wish to remind them of it. And
yet we could not help watching and listening with the greatest interest.
Mr. Gray drew himself up to his full height, with an unconscious feeling
of dignity. Little as was his stature, and awkward and embarrassed as he
had been only a few minutes before, I remember thinking he looked almost
as grand as my lady when he spoke.
“Your ladyship must remember that it may be my duty to speak to my
parishioners on many subjects on which they do not agree with me. I am
not at liberty to be silent, because they differ in opinion from me.”
Lady Ludlow’s great blue eyes dilated with surprise, and--I do
think--anger, at being thus spoken to. I am not sure whether it was very
wise in Mr. Gray. He himself looked afraid of the consequences, but as
if he was determined to bear them without flinching. For a minute there
was silence. Then my lady replied:
“Mr. Gray, I respect your plain speaking, although I may wonder whether
a young man of your age and position has any right to assume that he is
a better judge than one with the experience which I have naturally
gained at my time of life, and in the station I hold.”
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