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<h2> CHAPTER 5 </h2>
<p>A new and great acquaintance introduced. What we place most hopes upon,
generally proves most fatal</p>
<p>At a small distance from the house my predecessor had made a seat,
overshaded by an hedge of hawthorn and honeysuckle. Here, when the weather
was fine, and our labour soon finished, we usually sate together, to enjoy
an extensive landscape, in the calm of the evening. Here too we drank tea,
which now was become an occasional banquet; and as we had it but seldom,
it diffused a new joy, the preparations for it being made with no small
share of bustle and ceremony. On these occasions, our two little ones
always read for us, and they were regularly served after we had done.
Sometimes, to give a variety to our amusements, the girls sung to the
guitar; and while they thus formed a little concert, my wife and I would
stroll down the sloping field, that was embellished with blue bells and
centaury, talk of our children with rapture, and enjoy the breeze that
wafted both health and harmony.</p>
<p>In this manner we began to find that every situation in life might bring
its own peculiar pleasures: every morning waked us to a repetition of
toil; but the evening repaid it with vacant hilarity.</p>
<p>It was about the beginning of autumn, on a holiday, for I kept such as
intervals of relaxation from labour, that I had drawn out my family to our
usual place of amusement, and our young musicians began their usual
concert. As we were thus engaged, we saw a stag bound nimbly by, within
about twenty paces of where we were sitting, and by its panting, it seemed
prest by the hunters. We had not much time to reflect upon the poor
animal's distress, when we perceived the dogs and horsemen come sweeping
along at some distance behind, and making the very path it had taken. I
was instantly for returning in with my family; but either curiosity or
surprize, or some more hidden motive, held my wife and daughters to their
seats. The huntsman, who rode foremost, past us with great swiftness,
followed by four or five persons more, who seemed in equal haste. At last,
a young gentleman of a more genteel appearance than the rest, came
forward, and for a while regarding us, instead of pursuing the chace,
stopt short, and giving his horse to a servant who attended, approached us
with a careless superior air. He seemed to want no introduction, but was
going to salute my daughters as one certain of a kind reception; but they
had early learnt the lesson of looking presumption out of countenance.
Upon which he let us know that his name was Thornhill, and that he was
owner of the estate that lay for some extent round us. He again,
therefore, offered to salute the female part of the family, and such was
the power of fortune and fine cloaths, that he found no second repulse. As
his address, though confident, was easy, we soon became more familiar; and
perceiving musical instruments lying near, he begged to be favoured with a
song. As I did not approve of such disproportioned acquaintances, I winked
upon my daughters in order to prevent their compliance; but my hint was
counteracted by one from their mother; so that with a chearful air they
gave us, a favourite song of Dryden's. Mr Thornhill seemed highly
delighted with their performance and choice, and then took up the guitar
himself. He played but very indifferently; however, my eldest daughter
repaid his former applause with interest, and assured him that his tones
were louder than even those of her master. At this compliment he bowed,
which she returned with a curtesy. He praised her taste, and she commended
his understanding: an age could not have made them better acquainted.
While the fond mother too, equally happy, insisted upon her landlord's
stepping in, and tasting a glass of her gooseberry. The whole family
seemed earnest to please him: my girls attempted to entertain him with
topics they thought most modern, while Moses, on the contrary, gave him a
question or two from the ancients, for which he had the satisfaction of
being laughed at: my little ones were no less busy, and fondly stuck close
to the stranger. All my endeavours could scarce keep their dirty fingers
from handling and tarnishing the lace on his cloaths, and lifting up the
flaps of his pocket holes, to see what was there. At the approach of
evening he took leave; but not till he had requested permission to renew
his visit, which, as he was our landlord, we most readily agreed to.</p>
<p>As soon as he was gone, my wife called a council on the conduct of the
day. She was of opinion, that it was a most fortunate hit; for that she
had known even stranger things at last brought to bear. She hoped again to
see the day in which we might hold up our heads with the best of them; and
concluded, she protested she could see no reason why the two Miss
Wrinklers should marry great fortunes, and her children get none. As this
last argument was directed to me, I protested I could see no reason for it
neither, nor why Mr Simpkins got the ten thousand pound prize in the
lottery, and we sate down with a blank. 'I protest, Charles,' cried my
wife, 'this is the way you always damp my girls and me when we are in
Spirits. Tell me, Sophy, my dear, what do you think of our new visitor?
Don't you think he seemed to be good-natured?'—'Immensely so,
indeed, Mamma,' replied she. 'I think he has a great deal to say upon
every thing, and is never at a loss; and the more trifling the subject,
the more he has to say.'—'Yes,' cried Olivia, 'he is well enough for
a man; but for my part, I don't much like him, he is so extremely impudent
and familiar; but on the guitar he is shocking.' These two last speeches I
interpreted by contraries. I found by this, that Sophia internally
despised, as much as Olivia secretly admired him.—'Whatever may be
your opinions of him, my children,' cried I, 'to confess a truth, he has
not prepossest me in his favour. Disproportioned friendships ever
terminate in disgust; and I thought, notwithstanding all his ease, that he
seemed perfectly sensible of the distance between us. Let us keep to
companions of our own rank. There is no character more contemptible than a
man that is a fortune-hunter, and I can see no reason why fortune-hunting
women should not be contemptible too. Thus, at best, we shall be
contemptible if his views be honourable; but if they be otherwise! I
should shudder but to think of that! It is true I have no apprehensions
from the conduct of my children, but I think there are some from his
character.'—I would have proceeded, but for the interruption of a
servant from the 'Squire, who, with his compliments, sent us a side of
venison, and a promise to dine with us some days after. This well-timed
present pleaded more powerfully in his favour, than any thing I had to say
could obviate. I therefore continued silent, satisfied with just having
pointed out danger, and leaving it to their own discretion to avoid it.
That virtue which requires to be ever guarded, is scarce worth the
centinel.</p>
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