Cannot you always keep him at your side,
And be his honour’d guardian and his guide? 160
And cannot I my pretty Clara rule?
Is not this better than a noisy school?”
The Doctor thought and mused; he felt and fear’d;
Wish’d it to be—then wish’d he had not heard;
But he was angry—that at least was right,
And gave him credit in his lady’s sight;—
Then, milder grown, yet something still severe,
He said, “Consider, Madam, think and fear;”