"
"Leonard! O mamma! he is not in the least like Leonard. He is
twenty times more like my race-horse."
"Now, my dear Jemima, do be quiet. Your father thinks racing so
wrong, that I am sure he would be very seriously displeased if he
were to hear you."
To return to Mr. Bradshaw, and to give one more of his various
reasons for wishing to take Mr. Donne to Abermouth. The wealthy
Eccleston manufacturer was uncomfortably impressed with an
indefinable sense of inferiority to his visitor. It was not in
education, for Mr. Bradshaw was a well-educated man; it was not
in power, for, if he chose, the present object of Mr. Donne's
life might be utterly defeated; it did not arise from anything
overbearing in manner, for Mr. Donne was habitually polite and
courteous, and was just now anxious to propitiate his host, whom
he looked upon as a very useful man. Whatever this sense of
inferiority arose from, Mr. Bradshaw was anxious to relieve
himself from it, and imagined that if he could make more display
of his wealth his object would be obtained. Now, his house in
Eccleston was old-fashioned and ill-calculated to exhibit money's
worth. His mode of living, though strained to a high pitch just
at this time, he became aware was no more than Mr. Donne was
accustomed to every day of his life. The first day at dessert,
some remark (some opportune remark, as Mr. Bradshaw, in his
innocence, had thought) was made regarding the price of
pine-apples, which was rather exorbitant that year, and Mr.
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