chill and blight. How much more
happy they might have been if they had chosen! The world held many a
worse man than Lord Basset; he was rather idle and careless than wicked,
though idleness and carelessness are very often the seed of wickedness,
when left to go to flower. If she would only have dropped that haughty
coldness, he thought, he could have felt interest in her, and have taken
some pleasure in her society; while her conviction was that if he would
only have shown some interest, she could have loved him and returned it.
Would both have done it together, the result might have been attained.

Mr Godfrey Foljambe was meditating, not on this, but on his own
personal wrongs, as he led the little cavalcade in an easterly
direction. First, he had been deprived of that glass of Malvoisie--
which would probably have been plural rather than singular--and of a
conversation with Lord Basset, which might have resulted in something of
interest: and life was exceedingly devoid of interest, thought Mr
Godfrey, in a pessimistic spirit. He had not discovered that, to a
great extent, life is to every man what he chooses to make it; that he
who keeps his eyes fixed on street mud need not expect to discover
pearls, while he who attentively scans the heavens is not at all
unlikely to see stars. Let a man set himself diligently to hunt for
either his misfortunes or his mercies, and he will find plenty of the
article in request. Misfortunes were the present object of Mr
Godfrey's search, and he had no difficulty in discovering them. He was
disgusted with the folly of Lady Basset in thus setting off at once, and
making him set off, without so much as an hour's rest. It was just like
a woman! Women never had a scrap of patience. This pleasing illusion
that all patience was masculine was kept up in popular literature just
so long as men were the exclusive authors; when women began to write,
otherwise than on kingly sufferance of the nobler half of creation, it
was seen that the feminine view of that and similar subjects was not
quite so restricted. Last and worst to young Godfrey was the
expectation of his father's displeasure. Sir Godfrey's anger was no
passing cloud, as his son well knew. To be thought to have failed in
his mission--as assuredly he would be--by his own fault, would result in
considerable immediate discomfort, and might even damage his worldly
prospects in future. He would gladly have prolonged the journey