[The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope]@TWC D-Link bookThe Small House at Allington CHAPTER XII 30/37
He knew himself to be every inch an earl, pottering about after his oxen with his muddy gaiters and red cheeks, as much as though he were glittering with stars in courtly royal ceremonies among his peers at Westminster,--ay, more an earl than any of those who use their nobility for pageant purposes. Woe be to him who should mistake that old coat for a badge of rural degradation! Now and again some unlucky wight did make such a mistake, and had to do his penance very uncomfortably. With the earl lived a maiden sister, the Lady Julia.
Bernard Dale's father had, in early life, run away with one sister, but no suitor had been fortunate enough to induce the Lady Julia to run with him. Therefore she still lived, in maiden blessedness, as mistress of Guestwick Manor; and as such had no mean opinion of the high position which destiny had called upon her to fill.
She was a tedious, dull, virtuous old woman, who gave herself infinite credit for having remained all her days in the home of her youth, probably forgetting, in her present advanced years, that her temptations to leave it had not been strong or numerous.
She generally spoke of her sister Fanny with some little contempt, as though that poor lady had degraded herself in marrying a younger brother.
She was as proud of her own position as was the earl her brother, but her pride was maintained with more of outward show and less of inward nobility.
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