'John! Is that you?' Her son opened the door and showed himself.

'What has brought you home so early? I thought you were going to

tea with that friend of Mr. Bell's; that Mr. Hale.' 'So I am, mother; I am come home to dress!' 'Dress! humph! When I was a girl, young men were satisfied with

dressing once in a day. Why should you dress to go and take a cup

of tea with an old parson?' 'Mr. Hale is a gentleman, and his wife and daughter are ladies.' 'Wife and daughter! Do they teach too? What do they do? You have

never mentioned them.' 'No! mother, because I have never seen Mrs. Hale; I have only

seen Miss Hale for half an hour.' 'Take care you don't get caught by a penniless girl, John.' 'I am not easily caught, mother, as I think you know. But I must

not have Miss Hale spoken of in that way, which, you know, is

offensive to me. I never was aware of any young lady trying to

catch me yet, nor do I believe that any one has ever given

themselves that useless trouble.' Mrs. Thornton did not choose to yield the point to her son; or

else she had, in general, pride enough for her sex.

'Well! I only say, take care. Perhaps our Milton girls have too

much spirit and good feeling to go angling after husbands; but

this Miss Hale comes out of the aristocratic counties, where, if

all tales be true, rich husbands are reckoned prizes.' Mr. Thornton's brow contracted, and he came a step forward into

the room.

'Mother' (with a short scornful laugh), 'you will make me

confess. The only time I saw Miss Hale, she treated me with a

haughty civility which had a strong flavour of contempt in it.

She held herself aloof from me as if she had been a queen, and I

her humble, unwashed vassal. Be easy, mother.' 'No! I am not easy, nor content either. What business had she, a

renegade clergyman's daughter, to turn up her nose at you! I

would dress for none of them--a saucy set! if I were you.' As he

was leaving the room, he said:-'Mr. Hale is good, and gentle, and learned. He is not saucy. As

for Mrs. Hale, I will tell you what she is like to-night, if you

care to hear.' He shut the door and was gone.

'Despise my son! treat him as her vassal, indeed! Humph! I should

like to know where she could find such another! Boy and man, he's

the noblest, stoutest heart I ever knew. I don't care if I am his

mother; I can see what's what, and not be blind. I know what

Fanny is; and I know what John is. Despise him! I hate her!'




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