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MAN OF REFINEMENT.
“ I am combined by a sacred vow."
RETURNED home, Woodington never appeared so lonely in the eyes of Tremaine. He passed an uneasy evening, and an uneasy morning the next day; could settle to nothing; and went to his library as he generally did, to find comfort, and as he often did, not knowing where to look for it.
His chair, which was what the upholsterers call an Indulgent, (a great deal too indulgent for study) an open Cicero, a Horace, and a Shaftesbury, seemed to invite him to proceed with them where he left off ;
but he did not know where he left off, and they never had so few charms.
“ No," said he, “ I'll none of ye-I'll to the Forest of Ardennes,” taking up a volume of Shakspeare ; “ I'll to the garden, to the woods—to the seat that looks on the most beautiful spot in England !"
He meant a bench which he had lately fixed at the end of the terrace, commanding the best view of Evelyn Hall.
As he paced back through the rooms, Mary, and all that Mary, and even that old Vellum had said in the preceding morning, revived in his memory.
“ I agree,” said he, (for why should I deny it) that Belmont was a melancholy place, and that I was dying there of hyp!—I agree too, how fine it would be, if such a lady were at Woodington! for—Woodington wants a mistress. Alas! I agree too,” looking at himself in a pier glass, as he passed it, “ if I was not so old and so solemn !-As to the age," he went on, still looking at himself, “it is not so very great! I am by no means so old as her father! and as to the solemnity--to be sure she has many notions that must changemand they will change, flinging out of doors, and hastening to the end of the terrace.
“I will here,” said he, sitting down, "enjoy all those charms of a reverie, such as that which described,"
" said he,