[CHAPTER XXXIV.]
Lucy Blyth has an Eye on “Landed Property.”
“Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind
In men of low degree, all smooth pretence!
I better like a blunt indifference
And self-respecting slowness, disinclined
To win me at first sight:—and be there joined
Patience and temperance with this high reserve,—
Honour that knows the path and will not swerve;