The Clever Woman of the Family

"That is the benefit of an anonymous press."

"Yes. The withholding of the name prevents well-mannered people from

treating a woman as an authoress, if she does not proclaim herself one;

and the difference is great between being known to write, and setting up

for an authoress."

"Between fact and pretension. But write or not write, there is an

instinctive avoidance of an intellectual woman."

"Not always, for the simple manner that goes with real superiority is

generally very attractive. The larger and deeper the mind, the more

there would be of the genuine humbleness and gentleness that a shallow

nature is incapable of. The very word humility presupposes depth."

"I see what you mean," said Rachel. "Gentleness is not feebleness, nor

lowness lowliness. There must be something held back."

"I see it daily," said Colonel Keith; and for a moment he seemed

about to add something, but checked himself, and took advantage of an

interruption to change the conversation.

"Superior natures lowly and gentle!" said Rachel to herself. "Am I so

to him, then, or is he deceiving himself? What is to be done? At my age!

Such a contravention of my principles! A soldier, an honourable, a title

in prospect, Fanny's major! Intolerable! No, no! My property absorbed by

a Scotch peerage, when I want it for so many things! Never. I am sorry

for him though. It is hard that a man who can forgive a woman for

intellect, should be thrown back on poor little Fanny; and it is

gratifying--. But I am untouched yet, and I will take care of myself.

At my age a woman who loves at all, loves with all the gathered force of

her nature, and I certainly feel no such passion. No, certainly not; and

I am resolved not to be swept along till I have made up my mind to yield

to the force of the torrent. Let us see."

"Grace, my dear," said Mrs. Curtis, in one of her most confidential

moments, "is not dear Rachel looking very well? I never saw her dress so

well put on."

"Yes, she is looking very handsome," said Grace. "I am glad she has

consented to have her hair in that now way, it is very becoming to her."

"I--I don't know that it is all the hair," said the mother, faltering,

as if half ashamed of herself; "but it seemed to me that we need not

have been so uneasy about dear Fanny. I think, don't you? that there may

be another attraction. To be sure, it would be at a terrible distance

from us; but so good and kind as he is, it would be such a thing for you

and Fanny as well--" Grace gave a great start.

"Yes, my dear," Mrs. Curtis gently prosed on with her speculation, "she

would be a dreadful loss to us; but you see, so clever and odd as she

is, and with such peculiar ideas, I should be so thankful to see her in

the hands of some good, sensible man that would guide her."