“I was always light and trifling, careless, gay, and joyous, yet I truly
and deeply loved.”
“And none the less deeply and truly because gay and joyous.”
“But you know nothing of love?”
“No man is always wise.”
“But you will laugh at me.”
“My dear Jack, there are few hearts without some little romance, in some
hidden or unhidden corner. There are not many persons unwilling to
listen to a story of true and genuine love.”
“I was young and foolish, but I loved one, and one whom I thought every
way worthy, a thousand times worthy, of my love. I felt myself
infinitely her inferior, and unworthy even to kiss the ground on which
she had trodden.”
“That is easily comprehended.”
“Now you are laughing at me.”
“No, I am not. But you may leave something to my imagination, if not to
my experience. I do not doubt that she whom you loved had all imaginable
charms, all conceivable graces, and all possible and impossible
perfections.”
“But my Isabel _was_ the most beautiful, sweet, amiable, and glorious
creature that ever gladdened the earth with her presence.”
“Unquestionably. He who doubts that his mistress is an angel, is divine,
is a goddess, has his liver whole, and I will warrant him sound in wind
and limb. The lover never finds his mistress mortal till after the
wedding.”
“You are incorrigible. You promised not to laugh at me. Indeed, indeed,
Doctor, I do not deserve to be laughed at.”
“I own it, my dear Jack, and nothing is farther from my heart than to
laugh at you. But do tell me what has happened. I am really grieved to
see you so afflicted.”
“Well, I loved Isabel, and had the happiness of believing that she
returned my love. I gained her consent, and that of her parents and my
own, and we were only waiting till I was fairly established in my
profession to be married. Notwithstanding Shakspeare’s _dictum_, the
course of our true love _did_ run smooth. There never was a lover’s
quarrel between us, and there were no obstacles interposed by friends,
enemies, or fortune. My acquaintance accidentally formed with you
brought me into company with Dr. P——, and interested me in Animal
Magnetism. In mere sport, as a pastime, I began trying my mesmeric
powers on one and another of my young friends. Capital fun we found it.
None of us dreamed of there being any harm in it, or that we might not
sport with it as we pleased without any unpleasant consequences. I know
not how it was, but I proved to be a powerful magnetizer, although I was
said not to have the right sort of temperament for a mesmerizer. My
experiments rarely failed, and were almost always unusually brilliant.
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