David colored all over like a girl, and his face of distress was painful to see.
“You need not look so frightened; I am your friend, not your enemy. And do you really think others besides me have not seen what is going on? Now, Dodd, my dear fellow, I am an old man, and you are a young one. Moreover, I understand the lady, and you don't.”
“That is true, sir; I feel I cannot fathom her.”
“Poor fellow! Well, but I have known her longer than you.”
“That is true, sir.”
“And on closer terms of intimacy.”
“No doubt, sir.”
“Then listen to me. She is all very charming outside, and full of sensibility outside, but she has no more real feeling than a fish. She will go a certain length with you, or with any agreeable young man, but she can always stop where it suits her. No lady in England values position and luxury more than she does, or is less likely to sacrifice them to love, a passion she is incapable of. Here, then, is a game at which you run all the risk. No! leave her to puppies like Kenealy; they are her natural prey. You must not play such a heart as yours against a marble taw. It is not an even stake.”
David groaned audibly. His first thought was, “Eve says the same of her.” His second, “All the world is against her, poor thing.”
“Is she to bear the blame of my folly?”