But do you think, sir, I will not emulate the virtues I admire: or that, because I have a just sense of his worth, I will trespass against my duties to the world, my sex, my family and my father?
Anna!—Child!—[The tears stood in Sir Arthur's eyes. He stretched out
both hands, and I flew to his arms.—After a short interval of silence,
Sir Arthur proceeded.] Tell me, Anna: What are your thoughts of Mr.
Clifton?
I think him, sir, a very extraordinarily gifted gentleman.
But not a Mr. Henley?
Not at present, sir. Time I hope will make him one.
No, child, never.
Why so, sir?
I cannot tell why, but I am sure it never will. They are two very different men.
Mr. Clifton, sir, has uncommon powers of mind.
May be so; I suppose so; I only say they are very different men. Their tempers are different, their opinions, their manners, every thing.