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Kenelm Chillingly in reply largely availed himself of those new ideas which were to influence the rising generation, and with which he had been rendered familiar by the journal of Mr. Mivers and the conversation of Mr. Welby. He briefly disposed of the ancestral part of the question.
"I mean," said he, "to remain thirty-five all my life. No better age to stick at. People may choose to say I am more, but I shall not own it. No one is bound to criminate himself." Mr. Mivers had some other aphorisms on this important subject. One was, "Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself.
"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.
Mivers, and taking care to protrude before him the sharp point of the umbrella, cut her way through the crowd like the scythed car of the Ancient Britons, and was soon lost amidst the throng, although her way might be guessed by a slight ripple of peculiar agitation along the general stream, accompanied by a prolonged murmur of reproach or expostulation which gradually died in the distance.
If that stormy creature whom love might have maddened into crime, if he were cured of love at once by a single visit to the home of her whose face was changed to him, for the smiles and the tears of it had become the property of another man, how much more should I be left without a scar! I, the heir of the Chillinglys! I, the kinsman of a Mivers! I, the pupil of a Welby!
IT is somewhere about three weeks since the party invited by Sir Peter and Lady Chillingly assembled at Exmundham, and they are still there, though people invited to a country house have seldom compassion enough for the dulness of its owner to stay more than three days. Mr. Chillingly Mivers, indeed, had not exceeded that orthodox limit.
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.
Lucretia, however, remained silent, till at last the baronet, colouring, as if ashamed of his curiosity, said, "Is your sister like your mother?" "You forget, sir, I can have no recollection of my mother." "Your mother had a strong family likeness to myself." "She is not like you; they say she is like Dr. Mivers." "Oh!" said the baronet, and he asked no more.
But Mivers was true to his contract to preserve inviolable the incognito of the author, and Kenelm regarded with profound contempt the articles themselves and the readers who praised them.
Mivers," returned Ardworth, with a kind of sly humour, "I am sure you would be very angry with your husband's excellent shopmen if that was the way they spoke to your customers.
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