“Do look at this bridegroom coming out of church: did you ever see such a ‘sugared invention’—as the Elizabethans used to say? Did any haberdasher ever look so smirking? Yet I will answer for it the story makes him one of the first gentlemen in the
“You are so severe, I am frightened at you,” said Rosamond, keeping her amusement duly moderate.
Poor young Plymdale had lingered with admiration over this very engraving, and his spirit was stirred.
“There are a great many celebrated people writing in the Keepsake , at all events,” he said, in a tone at once piqued and timid. “This is the first time I have heard it called silly.”
“I think I shall turn round on you and accuse you of being a Goth,” said Rosamond, looking at Lydgate with a smile. “I suspect you know nothing about Lady Blessington and L. E. L. ”
Rosamond herself was not without relish for these writers, but she did not readily commit herself by admiration, and was alive to the slightest hint that anything was not, according to Lydgate, in the very highest taste.
“But Sir Walter Scott—I suppose Mr. Lydgate knows him,” said young Plymdale, a little cheered by this advantage.
“Oh, I read no literature now,” said Lydgate, shutting the book, and pushing it away. “I read so much when I was a lad, that I suppose it will last me all my life. I used to know Scott’s poems by heart.”
“I should like to know when you left off,” said Rosamond, “because then I might be sure that I knew something which you did not know.”