My
judgment is certainly not inferior to _yours_; and I never could
discover the use or beauty of flowers. What! not satisfied yet?" as
Juliet cast another hurried glance at the mirror. "The vanity of girls
in our days is quite disgusting to a woman of sense."
"I look so ill to-day, aunt, I am ashamed of being seen."
"It is matter of little consequence, I dare say; no one will notice how
you look. A few years _hence_, and there would be some excuse for
spending so much time before a looking-glass."
The ladies entered the drawing-room as dinner was announced. If Juliet
was dissatisfied with her appearance, Anthony thought that she looked
most beautiful, and was delighted to find himself seated beside her. How
gladly would he have improved this opportunity of conversing with her,
but the natural shyness of his disposition became doubly distressing
when he most wished to surmount it; and, with a thousand thoughts in his
heart and words upon his tongue, he remained silent. Juliet was the
first to speak.
"You were out fishing last night, Mr. Anthony. Were you successful?"
"I am always successful, Miss Whitmore. But, after all, it is a cruel
and treacherous sport. I feel ashamed of myself for entering into it
with such zest. Destruction appears to be a principle inherent in our
nature. Man shows his tyrannical disposition in finding so great a
pleasure in taking away from the inferior animals the life which he
cannot restore.
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