Also she felt that she was not like that. She
feared that her mother was making her ridiculous in the eyes of
herfriends.
She laughs at hisfoibles; knows his
failings.
Wilkinson was then living, to impart her joy.
Perhaps in the long run we know hermore instinctively, more profoundly, than we know
them.
Then let himhasten to throw himself in gratitude at
his benefactors knee! Also she felt that she was not like that.
Sometimes, therefore, Madame de Sévigné weeps. The
crime had beencommitted and persisted in openly in spite of warning. It is not thus
that a manwrites when his correspondent is a peg and he is thinking of posterity. It
has made us compare our Malvolio with Mr. It wasinevitable that Madame de Sévigné,
with her exacerbated sensibility,should feel hurt. The duns were paid; the
tablesumptuously spread. The letter writer is no surreptitious
historian.
They were pegs, not friends, each chosen because he
wasparticularly connected . But our Olivia was a stately lady; of sombre
complexion,slow moving, and of few sympathies.
QuartermainesMalvolio stand beside our Malvolio.
Now, without a word said on either side, the quarrel was made up. Also she felt that
she was not like that. Thus we live in her presence, and often fall, as with living
people,into unconsciousness. She feared that her mother was making her ridiculous in
the eyes of herfriends.
And Miss jeans as Viola wassatisfactory; and Mr.
The fault may lie partly withShakespeare. She hasinherited the standard and accepts
it without effort.
To so gregarious a spirit the confinement was
irksome. To so gregarious a spirit the confinement was irksome.
She is heir to atradition, which stands guardian
and gives proportion.
She could not love the Duke norchange her feeling.
One could become a washerwoman, a publican, a streetsinger. It is natural to use the
present tense, because we live in her presence. A tour in Cornwall with a visit to
thetin mines was thought worthy of voluminous record. Sometimes, therefore, Madame
de Sévigné weeps.
One could become a washerwoman, a publican, a
streetsinger. Without investigating the demand, the mind cringes to theaccustomed
tyrant. She loves the gardeners chatter; she loves planting.
Then, perhaps, the actors weretoo highly charged
with individuality or too incongruously cast.
It has made us compare our Malvolio with Mr. She
hasinherited the standard and accepts it without effort.