25/32 If he's a rogue, she'll vow he's an angel; if he's a brute, she will like him all the better for his ill-treatment of her. They like it, sir, these women. They are born to be our greatest comforts and conveniences; our--our moral bootjacks, as it were; and to men in your way of life, believe me such a person would be invaluable. Why didn't I marry poor Helena Flower, the curate's daughter ?' I thought these speeches the remarks of a weakly disappointed man; although since, perhaps, I have had reason to find the truth of Sir Charles Lyndon's statements. The fact is, in my opinion, that we often buy money very much too dear. |