Now, I suppose, they think I am
engaged to Rosey. What the deuce are they in such a hurry to marry me
for?"
Clive's companion remarked, "that marriage was a laudable institution:
and an honest attachment an excellent conservator of youthful morals." On
which Clive replied, "Why don't you marry yourself?"
This it was justly suggested was no argument, but a merely personal
allusion foreign to the question, which was, that marriage was laudable,
etc.
Mr. Clive laughed. "Rosey is as good a little creature as can be," he
said. "She is never out of temper, though I fancy Mrs. Mackenzie tries
her. I don't think she is very wise: but she is uncommonly pretty, and
her beauty grows on you. As for Ethel, anything so high and mighty I have
never seen since I saw the French giantess. Going to Court, and about to
parties every night where a parcel of young fools flatter her, has
perfectly spoiled her. By Jove, how handsome she is! How she turns with
her long neck, and looks at you from under those black eyebrows! If I
painted her hair, I think I should paint it almost blue, and then glaze
over with lake.
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