Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
The irony of his speech was too broad for even the Wynkars to miss, and
Ella colored angrily, while Ellerton, who was not a proficient at
repartee, moved uneasily on his chair, and looked very wretched, till
Mr. Rutledge came to the rescue with a few words, that, administering
the keenest, quietest, politest possible reprimand to Victor for his
impertinence, reinstated the objects of his ridicule in complacency
again, and quite changed the face of the day. Victor bit his lip; these
two liked each other less and less every day, it was but too evident.
Victor's overbearing and tyrannical disposition found an incessant
obstacle to its gratification in the iron will and better disciplined,
but equally unyielding character of Mr. Rutledge. I tried in vain to
remove Victor's prejudices against his host; but there was an angry
flash of his eye whenever the subject was mentioned, that did not
encourage me to continue it. And it was equally impossible not to resent
Mr. Rutledge's misapprehension of Victor's character. In everything he
misjudged him, and, it was evident, put down to the worst motive much
that was only hasty and ill-judged. While my reason told me that he was
often to blame, the injustice and harshness of Mr. Rutledge's judgment
often roused my sympathy in his behalf, and that dangerous sentiment,
pity, was creeping insensibly into my heart. He was, it was true, a man
of no religious principle, but I had come to regard that as the
inevitable result of his foreign education, and in no way his own fault.
Then there was a light, careless tone in his conversation, a disregard
of others, an almost imperceptible sneer, that a month ago I should have
looked upon with alarm and distrust. But the subtle flattery of his
devotion, the contrast between his manner and that of Mr. Rutledge, and,
indeed, of all the others, had melted away these prejudices, and now I
hardly saw, and only half blamed, the self-willed impetuosity and
impatient sneering of the young foreigner, who, there could be no doubt,
was daily becoming more unpopular among the party at Rutledge.
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