CHAPTER XII.

That vanity which presided over every thought and deed of Lady Clementina

was the protector of young Henry within her house. It represented to her

how amiable her conduct would appear in the eye of the world should she

condescend to treat this destitute nephew as her own son; what envy such

heroic virtue would excite in the hearts of her particular friends, and

what grief in the bosoms of all those who did not like her.

The dean was a man of no inconsiderable penetration. He understood the

thoughts which, upon this occasion, passed in the mind of his wife, and

in order to ensure her kind treatment of the boy, instead of reproaching

her for the cold manner in which she had at first received him, he

praised her tender and sympathetic heart for having shown him so much

kindness, and thus stimulated her vanity to be praised still more.

William, the mother's own son, far from apprehending a rival in this

savage boy, was convinced of his own pre-eminence, and felt an affection

for him--though rather as a foil than as a cousin. He sported with his

ignorance upon all occasions, and even lay in wait for circumstances that

might expose it; while young Henry, strongly impressed with everything

which appeared new to him, expressed, without reserve, the sensations

which those novelties excited, wholly careless of the construction put on

his observations.

He never appeared either offended or abashed when laughed at; but still

pursued his questions, and still discovered his wonder at many replies

made to him, though "simpleton," "poor silly boy," and "idiot," were

vociferated around him from his cousin, his aunt, and their constant

visitor the bishop.

His uncle would frequently undertake to instruct him; so indeed would the

bishop; but Lady Clementina, her son, and the greatest part of her

companions, found something so irresistibly ridiculous in his remarks,

that nothing but immoderate laughter followed; they thought such folly

had even merit in the way of entertainment, and they wished him no wiser.

Having been told that every morning, on first seeing his uncle, he was to

make a respectful bow; and coming into the dean's dressing-room just as

he was out of bed, his wig lying on the table, Henry appeared at a loss

which of the two he should bow to. At last he gave the preference to his

uncle, but afterwards bowed reverently to the wig. In this he did what

he conceived was proper, from the introduction which the dean, on his

first arrival, had given him to this venerable stranger; for, in reality,

Henry had a contempt for all finery, and had called even his aunt's

jewels, when they were first shown to him, "trumpery," asking "what they

were good for?" But being corrected in this disrespect, and informed of

their high value, he, like a good convert, gave up his reason to his

faith; and becoming, like all converts, over-zealous, he now believed

there was great worth in all gaudy appearances, and even respected the

earrings of Lady Clementina almost as much as he respected herself.

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