Ask Zoe--ask your friend, Mr. Severne--ask the
chambermaids--ask any creature with an eye in its head. Oh, the blindness
of you men!"
The Misogyn was struck dumb. When he recovered, it was to repine at the
lot of man.
"Even my own familiar cousin--once removed--in whom I trusted! I depute
you to inform her that I think her _adorable,_ and that matrimony is no
longer a habit of mine. Set her on to poor Severne; he is a ladies' man,
and 'the more the merrier' is his creed."
"Such a girl as Fanny is not to be diverted from a purpose of that sort.
Besides, she has too much sense to plunge into the Severne
and--pauperism! She is bent on a rich husband, not a needy adventurer."
"Madam, in my friend's name, I thank you."
"You are very welcome, sir--it is only the truth." Then, with a swift
return to her original topic: "No; I know perfectly well what Fanny Dover
will do this afternoon. She sketches."
"It is too true," said Vizard dolefully: "showed me a ship in full sail,
and I praised it _in my way._ I said, 'That rock is rather well done.' "
"Well, she will be seized with a desire to sketch. She will sit down
apart, and say, 'Please don't watch me--it makes me nervous.
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