He has, too, a tinge of romance in his disposition; and I have seen the narrative of a generous action, a trait of heroism, or virtuous self-denial, extract tears from him which refused to flow at a tale of mere distress.

But then Brown urges that he is personally hostile to him.

And the obscurity of his birth, that would be indeed a stumbling-block.

O, Matilda, I hope none of your ancestors ever fought at Poictiers or Agincourt! If it were not for the veneration which my father attaches to the memory of old Sir Miles Mannering, I should make out my explanation with half the tremor which must now attend it.' SEVENTH EXTRACT 'I have this instant received your letter--your most welcome letter! Thanks, my dearest friend, for your sympathy and your counsels; I can only repay them with unbounded confidence.
'You ask me what Brown is by origin, that his descent should be so unpleasing to my father.

His story is shortly told.