[Rob Roy by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookRob Roy CHAPTER ELEVENTH 7/10
He will fail in his duty to no one, and will permit no one to fail towards him; to cultivate his favour, you must execute his commands, instead of echoing his sentiments.
His greatest failings arise out of prejudices connected with his own profession, or rather his exclusive devotion to it, which makes him see little worthy of praise or attention, unless it be in some measure connected with commerce." "O rare-painted portrait!" exclaimed Rashleigh, when I was silent--"Vandyke was a dauber to you, Frank.
I see thy sire before me in all his strength and weakness; loving and honouring the King as a sort of lord mayor of the empire, or chief of the board of trade--venerating the Commons, for the acts regulating the export trade--and respecting the Peers, because the Lord Chancellor sits on a woolsack." "Mine was a likeness, Rashleigh; yours is a caricature.
But in return for the _carte du pays_ which I have unfolded to you, give me some lights on the geography of the unknown lands"-- "On which you are wrecked," said Rashleigh.
"It is not worth while; it is no Isle of Calypso, umbrageous with shade and intricate with silvan labyrinth--but a bare ragged Northumbrian moor, with as little to interest curiosity as to delight the eye; you may descry it in all its nakedness in half an hour's survey, as well as if I were to lay it down before you by line and compass." "O, but something there is, worthy a more attentive survey--What say you to Miss Vernon? Does not she form an interesting object in the landscape, were all round as rude as Iceland's coast ?" I could plainly perceive that Rashleigh disliked the topic now presented to him; but my frank communication had given me the advantageous title to make inquiries in my turn.
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