"If he really loves Rosalind he won't give her up so. The more faults he sees the more pity he'll have for her, and love her all the more."
"Gracious Peter! If that ain't the essence of love extracted out of a moon-struck sunbeam! The more hateful a person acts, the better folks will like 'em. That beats good folks bein' no better 'n bad ones."
"I mean when a person sincerely loves another, his or her faults will not diminish that love because it is so strong as to overlook them in the excellence of other qualities which first drew it out."
"Nonsense! But look at my hair, what if the bell should ring? It looks as if Moll' Pitcher's young ones had quarreled over it and left it in a fright. There's somebody comin' up now, looks like Mr. Livingston's ghost," and she made her exit as quick as she had made her entrance.
It was not Mr. Livingston, but Mrs. Frizzlewit, who was now on a begging mission for a poor emigrant family just arrived, and wished to see Mrs. Claremont and Walter. Learning that they were not at home, she made no stop, but immediately sought Miss Blanche, to consult her upon the most feasible plan of rendering them assistance. "If you will ask Mr. Livingston to contribute," said she, "you will do me a great favor, and besides, I think he will be more likely to give to you than to me."
"No, never," replied Grace Blanche with much spirit, "I should not ask him if there were an opportunity, and I do not know that I shall ever see him again."
Mrs. Frizzlewit inherited the natural propensity of
