Hoskyn. There was a
fitness in rebuking it by skilled physical violence. Consider the
prodigious tact of it, too! One gentleman knocks another half-way
across a crowded room, and yet no one is scandalized."
"You see, Mrs. Hoskyn, the general verdict is 'Served him right,'"
said Lord Worthington.
"With a rider to the effect that both gentlemen displayed complete
indifference to the comfort of their hostess," said Lydia. "However,
men so rarely sacrifice their manners to their minds that it would
be a pity to blame them. You do not encourage conventionality, Mrs.
Hoskyn?"
"I encourage good manners, though certainly not conventional
manners."
"And you think there is a difference?"
"I FEEL that there is a difference," said Mrs. Hoskyn, with dignity.
"So do I," said Lydia; "but one can hardly call others to account
for one's own subjective ideas."
Lydia went away to another part of the room without waiting for a
reply. Meanwhile, Cashel stood friendless in the middle of the room,
stared at by most of his neighbors, and spoken to by none. Women
looked at him coldly lest it should be suspected that they were
admiring him; and men regarded him stiffly according to the national
custom.
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