Could she do
better with herself than to take Mr. Emilius?
Might she have chosen from all the world, Mr. Emilius was not, perhaps,
the man whom she would have selected. There were, indeed, attributes in
the man, very objectionable in the sight of some people, which to her were
not specially disagreeable. She thought him rather good-looking than
otherwise, in spite of a slight defect in his left eye. His coal-black,
glossy hair commanded and obtained her admiration, and she found his hooky
nose to be handsome. She did not think much of the ancestral blood of
which he had boasted, and hardly believed that he would ever become a
bishop. But he was popular, and with a rich, titled wife, might become
more so. Mr. Emilius and Lady Eustace would, she thought, sound very well,
and would surely make their way in society. The man had a grasping
ambition about him, and a capacity, too, which, combined, would enable him
to preach himself into notoriety. And then in marrying Mr. Emilius, should
she determine to do so, she might be sure, almost sure, of dictating her
own terms as to settlement. With Lord Fawn, with Lord George, or even with
her cousin Frank, there would have been much difficulty.
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