It is good to be at Portray part of
the year, no doubt; but are there not blessings in such a congregation of
humanity as this London which you cannot find at Portray?"
"I can hear you preach, Mr. Emilius, certainly."
"I hope that is something, too, Lady Eustace; otherwise a great many
people who kindly come to hear me must sadly waste their time. And your
example to the world around; is it not more serviceable amidst the crowds
of London than in the solitudes of Scotland? There is more good to be
done, Lady Eustace, by living among our fellow creatures than by deserting
them. Therefore I think you should not go to Scotland before August, but
should have your little boy brought to you here."
"The air of his native mountains is everything to my child," said Lizzie.
The child had in fact been born at Bobsborough, but that probably would
make no real difference.
"You cannot wonder that I should plead for your stay," said Mr. Emilius,
throwing all his soul into his eyes. "How dark would everything be to me
if I missed you from your seat in the house of praise and prayer!"
Lizzie Eustace, like some other ladies who ought to be more appreciative,
was altogether deficient in what may perhaps be called good taste in
reference to men.
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