That's all I can say at present."
"Well, come, Harry," said Lindsay--adverting to what he had just
said--"I think you have spoken fairly enough; I do--it's candid; you are
not above this world; why should you be?--come, it is candid."
"I trust, sir, you will never find me un-candid, either on this or any
other subject."
"No; I don't think I shall, Harry. Well, be it so--setting your mother
out of the question,--proceed with equal candor in your courtship. I
trust you deserve her, and, if so, I hope you may get her."
"If he does not," said Maria, "he will never get such a wife."
"By the way, Harry," asked Charles, "has she given you an intimation of
anything like encouragement?"
"Well, I rather think I am not exactly a fool, Charles, nor likely to
undertake an enterprise without some prospect of success. I hope you
deem me, at least, a candid man."
"Yes; but there is a class of persons who frequently form too high an
estimate of themselves, especially in their intercourse with women; and
who very often mistake civility for encouragement."
"Very true, Charles--exceedingly just and true; but I hope I am not one
of those either; my knowledge of life and the world will prevent me
from that, I trust.
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