The soil, I hope I may say, was not
barren; but you, my dear paternal friend, was the cultivator: I shall
ever acknowledge it--And he bowed to the good man; who was covered with
modest confusion, and could not look up.
And think you, Lucy, that this acknowledgment lessened the excellent man
with any one present? No! It raised him in every eye: and I was the
more pleased with it, as it helped me to account for that deep
observation, which otherwise one should have been at a loss to account
for, in so young a man. And yet I am convinced, that there is hardly a
greater difference in intellect between angel and man, than there is
between man and man.
LETTER XXIII
LADY G----, TO MISS BYRON
THURSDAY, APRIL 13.
For Heaven's sake, my dearest Harriet! dine with us to-day; for two
reasons: one relates to myself; the other you shall hear by and by: To
myself, first, as is most fit--This silly creature has offended me, and
presumed to be sullen upon my resentment. Married but two days, and shew
his airs!--Were I in fault, my dear, (which, upon my honour, I am not,)
for the man to lose his patience with me, to forget his obligations to
me, in two days!--What an ungrateful wretch is he! What a poor powerless
creature your Charlotte!
Nobody knows of the matter, except he has complained to my brother--If he
has! But what if he has?--Alas! my dear, I am married; and cannot help
myself.
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