At any rate in that countryman they are: and you will not find a much better example of them anywhere than this of the inn-kitchen.

But apart from it, and from a few other things of the same or similar kinds, there is little to be said for the book.

The divine Aurelia especially is almost more shadowy than the divine Narcissa and the divine Emilia: and can claim no sort of sistership in personality with Amelia or Sophia, even with Clarissa or Pamela.

In fact, up to this time Smollett's women--save in the case of Fathom's hell-cat of a mother, and one or two more who are "minors"-- have done absolutely nothing for his books.

It was to be quite otherwise in the last and best, though even here the heroine _en titre_ is hardly, even though we have her own letters to body her out, more substantial than her elder sisters.