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"You remember Annesleigh at college," said Milverton, "do you not, Dunsford?" Dunsford. Yes. Milverton. Here is a long letter from him. He is evidently vexed at the newspaper articles about his conduct in a matter of , and he writes to tell me that he is totally misrepresented. Dunsford. Why does he not explain this publicly? Milverton.
If Horace had told my praetor that "Abstinuit Venere et vino, sudavit et alsit," "What, to write a few lines!" would his praetorship have cried out. "Why, I can live well and enjoy life; and I flatter myself no one in Rome does more business." Dunsford. All of it only goes to show how little we know of each other, and how tolerant we ought to be of others' efforts. Milverton.
Milverton. It must be confessed that these people do make their humility somewhat obnoxious. Yet, after all, you allow that they know their deficiencies, and they only say, "I know I have not much to recommend me, but I wish to be loved, nevertheless." Ellesmere. Ah, if they only said it a few times! Besides, there is a little envy mixed up with the humility that I mean. Dunsford.
The very time when those who really do care for these matters should be watchful to make the most of the tide in their favour, and should not suffer themselves to relax their efforts because there is no originality now about such things. Dunsford. Custom soon melts off the wings which Novelty alone has lent to Benevolence. Ellesmere. And down comes the charitable Icarus.
I would not say, after the manner of Rochefoucauld, that the less we see of people the more we like them; but there are certain limits of sociality; and prudent reserve and absence may find a place in the management of the tenderest relations. Dunsford. Yes, all this is true enough: I do not see anything hard in this. But then there is the other side. Custom is a great aid to affection.
Everybody must have known really good people, with all Christian temper, but having so little Christian prudence as to do a great deal of mischief in society. Dunsford. There is one case, my dear Milverton, which I do not think you have considered: the case where people live unhappily together, not from any bad relations between them, but because they do not agree about the treatment of others.
Not the Rhine; not the essays nor the conversations of his friends. At the Palace of the Luxemburg there is a fine picture, called Les illusions perdues. It is one of the most affecting pictures Dunsford ever saw. But that is not its peculiar merit. One girl in the picture is the image of what Alice was.
He informed them that his own escape and that of the crew was entirely owing to the tact and daring of Willis, the boatswain, whom, in consequence, he had nominated his second in command, vice Lieutenant Dunsford, deceased; the appointment subject, of course, to their lordship's approval.
You are not exactly the person from whom one should expect fables. Dunsford. Now for the fable. Milverton. There was a gathering together of creatures hurtful and terrible to man, to name their king. Blight, mildew, darkness, mighty waves, fierce winds, Will-o'-the-wisps, and shadows of grim objects, told fearfully their doings and preferred their claims, none prevailing.
Your rules of law are grand things the proverbs of justice; yet has not each case its specialities, requiring to be argued with much circumstance, and capable of different interpretations? Words cannot be made into men. Dunsford. I wonder you answer his sneers, Milverton. Ellesmere. I must go and see whether words cannot be made into guineas: and then guineas into men is an easy thing.
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