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I do not remember being so pleased with it at first. There is a want of story, always fatal to a book on the first reading and it is well if it gets the chance of a second. The following year, 1815, France being once again open to English travellers, the Morgans paid a visit to Paris, Lady Morgan having undertaken to write a book about what was then a strange people and a strange country.
She sent them off together, but had a grave protest as her friend put out his hand for the volume. "No, Petherton not for books; for her reading I can't say I do trust you. But for everything else quite!" she declared to Mr. Longdon with a look of conscientious courage as their companion withdrew. "I do believe," she pursued in the same spirit, "in a certain amount of intelligent confidence.
As she pointed to it, she said, "I never, my dear Miss Martin, permit myself to open this my greatest treasure except on this day; for I am so fond of reading, that I could not insure my own attention to the duties of business were I to allow myself the same gratification through the week.
'Her majesty has burned your letter without reading it. 'Ah! madame, cried he, 'that is impossible. The queen knows that she owes me money. " "I owe him money!" cried the queen, horrified. "How can the miserable man dare to assert such a thing?"
The next person who came in was Charlotte; and as soon as she understood what occupied them, she went into an ecstasy, and flew away with the paper, rushing with it straight into her father's room, where she broke into the middle of his letter-writing, by reading it in a voice of triumph. Mr. Edmonstone was delighted.
She was fond of devotional reading, but had little time for it, and it pleased her to know that so small a child as I really cared for the hymns she loved. I learned most of them at meeting. I was told to listen to the minister; but as I did not understand a word he was saying, I gave it up, and took refuge in the hymn-book, with the conscientious purpose of trying to sit still.
In short, he became so absorbed in his books that he spent his nights from sunset to sunrise, and his days from dawn to dark, poring over them; and what with little sleep and much reading his brains got so dry that he lost his wits.
He left the room, but appeared almost instantly with pen, ink, and paper. The squire sat down to the table with a disappointed air, and slowly wrote the required document. "He seems sorry to receive the money," thought Herbert, who was quick in reading the faces of others. "I wonder why?" and he gazed at the visitor in some perplexity.
I once asked some of the leading people nearest him how he found time to observe so wide a range, and received answer that it was as much a marvel to them as to me; he himself once told me that he found much time for reading during his hunting excursions. Nor does he make excursions into various fields of knowledge by books alone.
The point lay here the whole thing powerfully put into one sentence! His brain was in a ferment, he could not lay the book down, but went on reading all night, bewitched and horrified at this merciless view. When Ellen in surprise came down with his morning coffee, he had finished the book.
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