But try putting one of them out of their
due precedence at the next Court reception. It happened
some little time ago with a Cardinal, and England rang
with his protests. How blind not to see how they would
spring at one leap into the real first place if they
would but resolutely claim the last as the special badge
of their master!
What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-
brained things peering out at the infinite, with the
aspirations of angels and the instincts of beasts. But
surely all will be well with us. If not, then He who
made us is evil, which is not to be thought. Surely,
then, all must go very well with us!
I feel ashamed when I read this over. My mind fills
in all the trains of thought of which you have the rude
ends peeping out from this tangle. Make what you can of
it, dear Bertie, and believe that it all comes from my
innermost heart. Above all may I be kept from becoming
a partisan, and tempering with truth in order to sustain
a case. Let me but get a hand on her skirt, and she may
drag me where she will, if she will but turn her face
from time to time that I may know her.
You'll see from the address of this letter, Bertie,
that I have left Scotland and am in Yorkshire. I have
been here three months, and am now on the eve of leaving
under the strangest circumstances and with the queerest
prospects. Good old Cullingworth has turned out a trump,
as I always knew he would.
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