Free Rob Roy by Walter Scott

Rashleigh, for Heaven’s sake?’
    â€˜Rashleigh is one who would fain have every one like him for his own sake.—He is Sir Hildebrand’s youngest son—about your own age, but not so—not well looking, in short. But nature has given him a mouthful of common sense, and the priest has added a bushelful of learning—he is what we call a very clever man in this country, where clever men are scarce. Bred to the church, but in no hurry to take orders.’
    â€˜To the Catholic Church?’
    â€˜The Catholic Church! what Church else?’ said theyoung lady. ‘But I forgot, they told me you are a heretic. Is that true, Mr. Osbaldistone?’
    â€˜I must not deny the charge.’
    â€˜And yet you have been abroad, and in Catholic countries?’
    â€˜For nearly four years.’
    â€˜You have seen convents?’
    â€˜Often; but I have not seen much in them which recommended the Catholic religion.’
    â€˜Are not the inhabitants happy?’
    â€˜Some are questionably so, whom either a profound sense of devotion, or an experience of the persecutions and misfortunes of the world, or a natural apathy of temper, has led into retirement. Those who have adopted a life of seclusion from sudden and overstrained enthusiasm, or in hasty resentment of some disappointment or mortification, are very miserable. The quickness of sensation soon returns, and like the wilder animals in a menagerie, they are restless under confinement, while others muse or fatten in cells of no larger dimensions than theirs.’
    â€˜And what,’ continued Miss Vernon, ‘becomes of those victims who are condemned to a convent by the will of others? what do they resemble? especially, what do they resemble, if they are born to enjoy life, and feel its blessings?’
    â€˜They are like imprisoned singing-birds,’ replied I, ‘condemned to wear out their lives in confinement, which they try to beguile by the exercise of accomplishments, which would have adorned society, had they been left at large.’
    â€˜I shall be,’ returned Miss Vernon—‘that is,’ said she, correcting herself,—‘I should be rather like the wild hawk, who, barred the free exercise of his soar through heaven, will dash himself to pieces against the bars of his cage. But to return to Rashleigh,’ said she, in a more lively tone, ‘youwill think him the pleasantest man you ever saw in your life, Mr. Osbaldistone, that is, for a week at least. If he could find out a blind mistress, never man would be so secure of conquest; but the eye breaks the spell that enchants the ear. But here we are in the court of the old hall, which looks as wild and old-fashioned as any of its inmates. There is no great toilette kept at Osbaldistone Hall, you must know; but I must take off these things, they are so unpleasantly warm, and the hat hurts my forehead too,’ continued the lively girl, taking it off and shaking down a profusion of sable ringlets, which half laughing, half blushing, she separated with her white slender fingers, in order to clear them away from her beautiful face and piercing hazel eyes. If there was any coquetry in the action, it was well disguised by the careless indifference of her manner. I could not help saying, ‘that, judging of the family from what I saw, I should suppose the toilet a very unnecessary care.’
    â€˜That’s very politely said; though, perhaps, I ought not to understand in what sense it was meant,’ replied Miss Vernon; ‘but you will see a better apology for a little negligence, when you meet the Orsons you are to live amongst, whose forms no toilette could improve. But, as I said before, the old dinner-bell will clang, or rather clank, in a few minutes—it cracked of its own accord on the day of the landing of King Willie, and my uncle, respecting its prophetic talent, would never permit it to be mended. So do you hold my palfrey,