Give me an hour, then, if not fatigued,
in my chamber, and we will talk over these matters together."
"Well, 'squire, that's just what pleases me now. I like good company,
and 'twill be more satisfaction to me, I reckon, than to you. As for
fatigue, that's out of the question. Somehow or other, I never feel
fatigued when I've got somebody to talk to."
"With such a disposition, I wonder, Forrester, you have not been more
intimate with the young lady of the house. Miss Lucy seems quite an
intelligent girl, well-behaved, and virtuous."
"Why, 'squire, she is all that; but, though modest and not proud, as you
may see, yet she's a little above my mark. She is book-learned, and I am
not; and she paints, and is a musician too and has all the
accomplishments. She was an only child, and her father was quite another
sort of person from his brother who now has her in management."
"She is an orphan, then?"
"Yes, poor girl, and she feels pretty clearly that this isn't the sort
of country in which she has a right to live.
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