Science and history are my principal favourites; but I also study poetry and the classics." "And the classics?
Do you read them in the original ?" "Unquestionably.

Rashleigh, who is no contemptible scholar, taught me Greek and Latin, as well as most of the languages of modern Europe.

I assure you there has been some pains taken in my education, although I can neither sew a tucker, nor work cross-stitch, nor make a pudding, nor--as the vicar's fat wife, with as much truth as elegance, good-will, and politeness, was pleased to say in my behalf--do any other useful thing in the varsal world." "And was this selection of studies Rashleigh's choice, or your own, Miss Vernon ?" I asked.
"Um!" said she, as if hesitating to answer my question,--"It's not worth while lifting my finger about, after all.

Why, partly his and partly mine.

As I learned out of doors to ride a horse, and bridle and saddle him in cue of necessity, and to clear a five-barred gate, and fire a gun without winking, and all other of those masculine accomplishments that my brute cousins run mad after, I wanted, like my rational cousin, to read Greek and Latin within doors, and make my complete approach to the tree of knowledge, which you men-scholars would engross to yourselves, in revenge, I suppose, for our common mother's share in the great original transgression." "And Rashleigh indulged your propensity to learning ?" "Why, he wished to have me for his scholar, and he could but teach me that which he knew himself--he was not likely to instruct me in the mysteries of washing lace-ruffles, or hemming cambric handkerchiefs, I suppose." "I admit the temptation of getting such a scholar, and have no doubt that it made a weighty consideration on the tutor's part." "Oh, if you begin to investigate Rashleigh's motives, my finger touches my chin once more.