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But there I was, stuck in the third page of the second chapter Theodore Fitzhedingham blessed with all that handsomeness, and rolling in all that money, and not able to move hand or foot, or in short make the least progress towards the dénouement of the story. For, with all my study, I could not manufacture a heroine out of any of the girls around me.
"'It certainly is far from false, nay, it is absolutely true, returned Maria Valentine de Courcy, with a condescending smile, 'that I am not the person you have taken me for, but oh! beloved Theodore faithful Fitzhedingham, need I tell you that my love is unaltered, my affections are unabated, my heart unchanged'" "Sir! sir!" cried voice at the door, "they be come."
Then poor Martha Brown was too young, and at that time too bashful, for a heroine; and besides, there was no getting over the blot on her birth. Theodore Fitzhedingham could never think of paying attention to the daughter of a Hindoo woman and old Sneezum, the bullock contractor of Bunderjumm.
"Oh! in a most mysterious and surprising manner; but we haven't got near the dénouement yet. There must be a duel, of course a misunderstanding and a rival." "Oh! Theodore Fitzhedingham has no occasion to fear a rival," said Martha, pretending to have lost the stitch. "No! 'Pon my word that's very good of you. Do you really think that Maria Valentine de Courcy will prefer him to every one else?"
For her nature was of too lofty a kind her spirit of too sublimated a character her disposition of too beatified a placidity, to allow her to be classed with the other individuals constituting the female sex. A period of many years had elapsed since she first took up her residence among the proud halls the baronial corridors the heraldic passages of Fitzhedingham Castle.
Involuntarily I found my height increasing, my embonpoint diminishing, my eyes brightening, my hair disporting in wavy ringlets over a majestic brow, till at the end of the second page I was Theodore Fitzhedingham, twenty-five years of age, with several grandfathers and grandmothers distinguished in history before the Norman conquest, and a clear rent-roll of forty thousand a-year.
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