human
When people understand that they _must_ live together, said a very great man,
gpt
[33] The serene intelligence of Lady Cecilia having satisfied her that
human
IT WAS HER FATE to be married to Titmouse, she resigned herself to it tranquilly, calling in to her assistance divers co-operative reasons for the step which she had agreed to take. She could thereby accomplish at all events one darling object of her papa's--the reunion of the long and unhappily-severed family interests. Then Yatton was certainly a delightful estate to be mistress of--a charming residence, and one which she might in all probability calculate on having pretty nearly to herself. The rent-roll was large and unencumbered, and would admit of a handsome jointure. On her accession to her own independent rank, the odious name of Titmouse would disappear in the noble one of Lady Drelincourt, peeress in her own right, and representative of the oldest barony in the kingdom. Her husband would then become a mere cipher--no one would ever hear of him, or inquire after him, or think or care about him--a mere mote in the sunbeam of her own splendor. But, above all, thank Heaven! there were many ways in which a _separation_ might be brought about--never mind how soon after marriage: and a separation was becoming almost a matter of course, implying nothing derogatory to the character, or lessening to the personal consequence of the lady--who indeed was almost, as of course, recognized as an object of sympathy, rather than of suspicion or scorn. These were powerful forces, all impelling her in one direction--and irresistibly. How could it be otherwise with one like _her_--a mere creature of circumstance? Notwithstanding all this, however, there were occasions when Titmouse was presented to her in a somewhat startling and sickening aspect. It sometimes almost choked her to see him--ridiculous object!--in the company of gentlemen--to witness their treatment of him, and then reflect that he was about to become her--lord and master. One day, for instance, she accompanied the earl in the carriage to witness the hounds throw off, not far from Yatton, and where a very brilliant field was expected. There were, in fact, about two hundred of the leading gentlemen of the county assembled--and, dear reader, do try to picture to yourself the figure which Titmouse must have presented among them--his quizzing-glass screwed into his eye, and clad in his little pink and leathers!--What a _seat_ was his! How many significant and scornful smiles, and winks, and shrugs of the shoulders did his appearance occasion among his bold and high-bred companions! And only about four or five minutes after they had