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And to this man, through the first perilous season of youth, so abnormally safe from youth's most wonted peril, to this would-be pupil of realism, this learned adept in the schools of a Welby or a Mivers, to this man, love came at last as with the fatal powers of the fabled Cytherea; and with that love all the realisms of life became ideals, all the stern lines of our commonplace destinies undulated into curves of beauty, all the trite sounds of our every-day life attuned into delicacies of song.
"Who shall I say inquired after her, when I see Madame Dalibard?" asked Percival, with some curiosity. "Who? Oh, Mr. Tomkins. She will not recollect him, though," and the stranger laughed, and Mr. Mivers laughed too; and Mrs. Mivers, who, indeed, always laughed when other people laughed, laughed also.
"Strange man!" muttered Fielden. "Yes; I must not let one poor youth lose the opportunity offered by your your " "Never mind what; proceed. One poor youth, in the shop, of course?" Mivers married Captain Ardworth." "Ardworth, a goodish name; Ardworth of Yorkshire?" "Yes, of that family. It was, of course, an imprudent marriage, contracted while he was only an ensign.
"Your definition is perfect," said Gordon, "and I am contented to rest on it my excuse for what my cousin deems insincerity." "I suppose that is real life," said Kenelm, with his mournful smile. "Of course it is," said Mivers. "Every day I live," sighed Kenelm, "still more confirms my conviction that real life is a phantasmal sham.
For there is no class of society more prone to pity and relieve the poor than females in domestic service; and this virtue Mrs. Mivers had not laid aside, as many do, as soon as she was in a condition to practise it with effect. Mrs.
Beck heard with a bursting heart; and his master, giving him a cheering tap on the shoulder, left him to find his way into the streets and to Becky's abode. He found, indeed, that the last had already undergone the magic transformation which is ever at the command of godlike wealth. Mrs. Mivers, who was naturally prompt and active, had had pleasure in executing Percival's commission.
Mivers appeared at Exmundham totus, teres, but not rotundus, a man of middle height, slender, upright, with well-cut, small, slight features, thin lips, enclosing an excellent set of teeth, even, white, and not indebted to the dentist. For the sake of those teeth he shunned acid wines, especially hock in all its varieties, culinary sweets, and hot drinks. He drank even his tea cold.
I am sure he need not turn up his nose at our roast beef and pudding!" Here Mr. Mivers was taken with a violent fit of coughing, which drew off his wife's attention. She was afraid he had taken cold. The stranger took out a large snuff-box, inhaled a long pinch of snuff, and said to St. John, "This Mr. John Ardworth, a pert enough jackanapes, I suppose, a limb of the law, eh?"
Coaches and carriages had paused in their line, and immediately before Mrs. Mivers stood three very thin, small women, whose dress bespoke them to be of the humblest class. "Make way, there; make way, my good women, make way!" cried Mrs. Mivers, equally disdainful of the size and the rank of the obstructing parties.
"Your definition is perfect," said Gordon, "and I am contented to rest on it my excuse for what my cousin deems insincerity." "I suppose that is real life," said Kenelm, with his mournful smile. "Of course it is," said Mivers. "Every day I live," sighed Kenelm, "still more confirms my conviction that real life is a phantasmal sham.
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