The Evil Eye; Or, The Black Spector: The Works of William Carleton, Volume OneCarleton, William
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The Evil Eye; Or, The Black Spector: The Works of William Carleton, Volume One
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“She is, sir,” replied her father.
“Might I hope for the honor of being presented to her, Mr. Goodwin?”
“With pleasure, sir. Alice, my dear, although you already know who this
gentleman is, yet allow me, nevertheless, to present him to you.”
The formal introduction accordingly took place, after which Woodward,
turning to Mrs. Goodwin, said,
“I am not surprised, madam, at the predilection which my cousin
entertained for Miss Goodwin, even from what I see; but I feel that I am
restrained by her presence from expressing myself at further length. I
have only to say that I wish her every happiness, long life, and health
to enjoy that of which she seems, and I am certain is, so worthy.”
He accompanied those words with a low bow and a very gracious smile,
after which, his horse having been brought to the door, he took his
leave with a great deal of politeness, and rode, according to the
directions received from Mr. Goodwin, toward his father's house.
After his departure the family began to discuss his character somewhat
to the following effect:
“That is a fine young man,” said Mr. Goodwin, “liberal-minded and
generous, or I am much mistaken. What do you think, Martha,” he added,
addressing his wife.
“Upon my word,” replied that lady, “I am much of your opinion--yet I
don't know either; although polite and courteous, there is something
rather disagreeable about him.”
“Why,” inquired her husband, “what is there disagreeable about him? I
could perceive nothing of the sort; and when we consider that his uncle,
who left this property to Alice, was his mother's brother, and that he
was nephew by blood as well as by law, and that it was the old man's
original intention that the property should go directly to him, or in
default of issue, to his brother--I think when we consider this, Martha,
that we cannot but entertain a favorable impression of him, considering
what he has lost by the unexpected turn given to his prospects in
consequence of his uncle's will. Alice, my dear, what is your opinion of
him?”
“Indeed, papa,” she replied, “I have had--as we all have had--but a very
slight opportunity to form any opinion of him. As for me, I can judge
only by the impressions which his conversation and person have left upon
me.”
“Well, anything favorable or otherwise?”
“Anything at all but favorable, papa--I experienced something like pain
during breakfast, and felt a strong sense of relief the moment he left
the room.”
“Poor child, impressions are nothing. I have met men of whom first
impressions were uniformly unfavorable, who, notwithstanding their rough
outsides, were persons of sterling worth and character.”
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