Chapter 2

A plunge into the deep is of little moment A marriage without love is dishonour Active despair is a passion that must be superseded Am I ill? I must be hungry! And, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit And he passed along the road, adds the Philosopher Bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--The eye is our servant Being heard at night, in the nineteenth century Beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge But love for a parent is not merely duty Depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. Emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her Fine Shades were still too dominant at Brookfield Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well His alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move I had to cross the park to give a lesson I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I detest anything that has to do with gratitude I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me I am not ashamed It was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast Littlenesses of which women are accused Love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly Love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty Love the poor devil Love, with his accustomed cunning Man who beats his wife my first question is, 'Do he take his tea?' My mistress! My glorious stolen fruit! My dark angel of love My voice! I have my voice! Emilia had cried it out to herself My engagement to Mr. Pericles is that I am not to write No nose to the hero, no moral to the tale Nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted Oh! beastly bathos On a wild April morning Once my love? said he. Not now?--does it mean, not now? One of those men whose characters are read off at a glance Our partner is our master Passion does not inspire dark appetite--Dainty innocence does Passion, he says, is noble strength on fire Pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face Poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing Olympus to ask Revived for them so much of themselves She was perhaps a little the taller of the two She had great awe of the word 'business' Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion The majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss The circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing The woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized The dismally-lighted city wore a look of Judgement terrible to see The sentimentalist goes on accumulating images The gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement The philosopher (I would keep him back if I could) Their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths They, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep They had all noticed, seen, and observed To know that you are in England, breathing the same air with me True love excludes no natural duty Victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' We have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems We are, in short, a civilized people What was this tale of Emilia, that grew more and more perplexing Wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man Women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all

RHODA FLEMING, V1 [GM#27][GM27V10.TXT]4421

But great, powerful London--the new universe to her spirit But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But you must be beautiful to please some men Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman My plain story is of two Kentish damsels The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The kindest of men can be cruel William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer

RHODA FLEMING, V2 [GM#28][GM28V10.TXT]4422

A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss Childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen Powers who feed us Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house Then, if you will not tell me To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake

RHODA FLEMING, V3 [GM#29][GM29V10.TXT]4423

All women are the same--Know one, know all Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy He will be a part of every history (the fool) I never pay compliments to transparent merit I haven't got the pluck of a flea Love dies like natural decay Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master The backstairs of history (Memoirs) To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Work is medicine

RHODA FLEMING, V4 [GM#30][GM30V10.TXT]4424

Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars He lies as naturally as an infant sucks I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service Inferences are like shadows on the wall Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog

RHODA FLEMING, V5 [GM#31][GM31V10.TXT]4425

You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear Can a man go farther than his nature? Cold curiosity Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Sinners are not to repent only in words So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia

RHODA FLEMING, ENTIRE [GM#32][GM32V10.TXT]4426

A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky All women are the same--Know one, know all Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss But you must be beautiful to please some men But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But great, powerful London--the new universe to her spirit Can a man go farther than his nature? Childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen Powers who feed us Cold curiosity Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer He lies as naturally as an infant sucks He will be a part of every history (the fool) I haven't got the pluck of a flea I never pay compliments to transparent merit I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service Inferences are like shadows on the wall It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things Love dies like natural decay Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house My plain story is of two Kentish damsels One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Sinners are not to repent only in words So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The kindest of men can be cruel The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The backstairs of history (Memoirs) The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master Then, if you will not tell me There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain (must be a drinker) To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Work is medicine You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake

EVAN HARRINGTON, V1 [GM#33][GM33V10.TXT]4427

A man who rejected medicine in extremity A share of pity for the objects she despised A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged A youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart Accustomed to be paid for by his country British hunger for news; second only to that for beef Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces By forbearance, put it in the wrong Cheerful martyr Common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors Embarrassments of an uncongenial employment Empty stomachs are foul counsellors Equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait Few feelings are single on this globe Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together I'll come as straight as I can Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it Lay no petty traps for opportunity Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Men they regard as their natural prey Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character Occasional instalments--just to freshen the account Oh! I can't bear that class of people Partake of a morning draught Patronizing woman Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Requiring natural services from her in the button department Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be She was at liberty to weep if she pleased She, not disinclined to dilute her grief Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one Toyed with little flowers of palest memory Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill True enjoyment of the princely disposition What he did, she took among other inevitable matters Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse With a proud humility You rides when you can, and you walks when you must Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums

EVAN HARRINGTON, V2 [GM#34][GM34V10.TXT]4428

Adept in the lie implied Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He had his character to maintain I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age No great harm done when you're silent Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end That beautiful trust which habit gives That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear You're the puppet of your women! What's an eccentric? a child grown grey!

EVAN HARRINGTON, V3 [GM#35][GM35V10.TXT]4429

A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse Because men can't abide praise of another man Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Command of countenance the Countess possessed Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel English maids are domesticated savage animals Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Says you're so clever you ought to be a man She believed friendship practicable between men and women The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame When you run away, you don't live to fight another day With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance

EVAN HARRINGTON, V4 [GM#36][GM36V10.TXT]4430

Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower An obedient creature enough where he must be Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Enamoured young men have these notions Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear Love is a contagious disease Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Touching a nerve Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her

EVAN HARRINGTON, V5 [GM#37][GM37V10.TXT]4431

A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home Any man is in love with any woman Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Good and evil work together in this world Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love Listened to one another, and blinded the world Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose Play second fiddle without looking foolish Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so The commonest things are the worst done The thrust sinned in its shrewdness Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy Why, he'll snap your head off for a word

EVAN HARRINGTON, V6 [GM#38][GM38V10.TXT]4432

After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks Pride is the God of Pagans Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Speech is poor where emotion is extreme The power to give and take flattery to any amount What a stock of axioms young people have handy When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty

EVAN HARRINGTON, V7 [GM#39][GM39V10.TXT]4433

A man to be trusted with the keys of anything Because you loved something better than me Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gratuitous insult How many degrees from love gratitude may be In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It is better for us both, of course Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles

EVAN HARRINGTON, ALL [GM#40][GM40V10.TXT]4434