Lord Sandilands received his young friend's letter with sincere
pleasure. He liked Miles; he liked his ideas and "ways;" he liked his
society The young man had a happy faculty for creating this kind of
liking among his fellows. He was large-minded and unselfish, and so he
did not neglect or trample upon the feelings of other people, or try
their tempers much or often. He was not a brilliant person, and
therefore could afford to be good-natured and unaffected; and though
he possessed rather more than an average amount of information upon
most subjects of general interest and importance, there were few men
less inclined to display their knowledge than Miles Challoner. He was
disposed to accord to everybody his or her fair share of conversation,
and had an acquiescent uncritical way with him which made friends for
him, particularly among women. Without being in the least deserving of
that truly opprobrious epithet, a lady's man, Miles had strong
partisans among "the conflicting gender;" and women who found him a
very impracticable subject for flirtation were ready to acknowledge
that his notions of friendship were peculiarly exalted and practical.
People who knew him, but had never troubled themselves to think about
him particularly, would nevertheless have answered promptly to any
question respecting him, that he was a fine honourably-minded fellow,
and rather clever than otherwise; and the few who knew him well would
have said substantially the same thing in more numerous and perhaps
stronger words. The truth is, it was about all that could be said of
Miles Challoner at the important period of his life which witnessed
his father's death and his own succession to the family property, with
its penalties and privileges of squiredom. He had reached man's estate
some years before; but there had been nothing in the course and manner
of his life previously to develop his character strongly,--to bring
its good or evil traits into prominence. It had been an even,
prosperous, happy life, on which he had entered with all the
advantages of high animal spirits and unblemished health. Whether he
had in him the stuff which either defies or moulds destiny, the
courage which is matured in suffering, the truth and steadfastness of
character which are at once weapons and armour in the strife of human
existence, it was for time to tell.
Time did tell.
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