“I can’t accept that reason,” said Lionel, tremulously, “though I must not presume to derange your habits. But she may go with us, mayn’t she? We’ll take care of her, and she is dressed so plainly and neatly, and looks such a little lady” (turning to Vance).
“Yes, let her come with us,” said the artist, benevolently; though he by no means shared in Lionel’s enthusiastic desire for her company. He thought she would be greatly in their way.
“Heaven bless you both!” answered Waife; “and she wants a holiday; she shall have it.”
“I’d rather stay with you, Grandy: you’ll be so lone.”
“No, I wish to be out all to-morrow,-the investment! I shall not be alone; making friends with our future companion, Sophy.”
“And can do without me already? heigh-ho!”
VANCE.—“So that’s settled; good-by to you.”
CHAPTER XIII.
Inspiring effect of the Fine Arts: the vulgar are moved by their
exhibition into generous impulses and flights of fancy, checked by
the ungracious severities of their superiors, as exemplified in the
instance of Cobbler Merle and his servant of-all-work.