His voice had
changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the
past had rolled up to spoil this hour. "I've proofs to the contrary," replied Jonathan. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality;
they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then
frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. ‘I
don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. . There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of
masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. It was hard
to resist. The doctor walked over to the bed, folded his arms
across his chest and stared down into the unabashed eyes of his patient. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent. “You know what a fearful
old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were
watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of
it.
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