They are meek good
creatures--They--
Meek! Sir Charles, repeated Sir Harry, with a half-angry smile, and
shrugging, as if his shoulder had been hurt with his wife's meekness--
say, meek!
Now, Sir Charles Grandison, said my lady, with an air of threatening--
I was desirous either of turning the lady's displeasure into a jest, or
of diverting it from the first object, in order to make her play with it,
till she had lost it.
Women are of gentle natures, pursued I; and, being accustomed to be
humoured, opposition sits not easy upon them. Are they not kind to us,
Sir Harry, when they allow of our superiority, by expecting us to bear
with their pretty perversenesses?
O, Sir Charles Grandison! said my lady; both her hands lifted up.
Let us be contented, proceeded I, with such their kind acknowledgments,
and in pity to them, and in compliment to ourselves, bear with their
foibles.--See, madam, I ever was an advocate for the ladies.
Sir Charles, I have no patience with you--
What can a poor woman do, continued I, when opposed? She can only be a
little violent in words, and, when she has said as much as she chooses to
say, be perhaps a little sullen. For my part, were I so happy as to call
a woman mine, and she happened to be in the wrong, I would endeavour to
be in the right, and trust to her good sense to recover her temper:
arguments only beget arguments.
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