It was wonderful to see Mr. Grewgious sitting bolt upright with his hands on his knees, continuously chopping this discourse out of himself: much as a charity boy with a very good memory might get his catechism said: and evincing no correspondent emotion whatever, unless in a certain occasional little tingling perceptible at the end of his nose.
"My picture," Mr. Grewgious proceeded, "goes on to represent (under correction from you, Mr. Edwin,) the true lover as ever impatient to be in the presence or vicinity of the beloved object of his affections; as caring very little for his ease in any other society; and as constantly seeking that. If I was to say seeking that, as a bird seeks its nest, I should make an ass of myself because that would trench upon what I understand to be poetry; and I am so far from trenching upon poetry at any time, that I never, to my knowledge, got within ten thousand miles of it. And I am besides totally unacquainted with the habits of birds, except the birds of Staple Inn, who seek their nests on ledges, and in gutter-pipes and chimneypots, not constructed for them by the beneficent hand of Nature. I beg, therefore, to be understood as foregoing the bird's-nest. But my picture does represent the true lover as having no existence separable from that of the beloved object of his affections, and as living at once a doubled life and a halved life. And if I do not clearly express what I mean by that, it is either for the reason that having no conversational powers, I cannot express what I mean, or that having no meaning, I do not mean what I fail to express. Which, to the best of my belief, is not the case."
Edwin had turned red and turned white, as certain points of this picture came into the light. He now sat looking at the fire,and bit his lip.
"The speculations of an Angular man," resumed Mr. Grewgious,. still sitting and speaking exactly as before, "are probably erroneous on so globular a topic. But I figure to myself (subject, as before, to Mr. Edwin's correction), that there can be no coolness, no lassitude, no doubt, no indifference, no half fire and half smoke-state of mind, in a real lover. Pray am I at all near the mark in my picture?"
As abrupt in his conclusion as in his commencement and progress, he jerked this inquiry at Edwin, and stopped when one might have supposed him in the middle of his oration.
"I should say, sir," stammered Edwin, "as you refer the question to me——"
"Yes," said Mr. Grewgious, "I refer it to you, as an authority."
"I should say then, sir," Edwin went on, embarrassed, "that the picture you have drawn, is generally correct; but I submit that perhaps you may be rather hard upon the unlucky lover."
"Likely so," assented Mr. Grewgious, "likely so. I am a hard man in the grain."
"He may not show," said Edwin, "all he feels; or he may not——"
There he stopped so long, to find the rest of his sentence, that
