Sybil, though uninstructed in
painting, had that native taste which requires only
observation to arrive at true results. She was much
interested with all she saw and all that occurred, and her
gratification was heightened by the society of an individual
who not only sympathised with all she felt, but who, if she
made an inquiry, was ever ready with an instructive reply.
Hatton poured forth the taste and treasures of a well-stored
and refined intelligence. And then too, always easy, bland,
and considerate; and though with luxuries and conveniences at
his command, to participate in which, under any other
circumstances, might have been embarrassing to his companions,
with so much tact, that either by an allusion to early days,
happy days when he owed so much to Gerard's father, or some
other mode equally felicitous, he contrived completely to
maintain among them the spirit of social equality. In the
evening, Hatton generally looked in when Gerard was at home,
and on Sundays they were always together. Their common faith
was a bond of union which led them to the same altar, and on
that day Hatton had obtained their promise always to dine with
him. He was careful to ascertain each holy day at what chapel
the music was most exquisite, that the most passionate taste
of Sybil might be gratified.
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