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This propensity gave Mrs. Rouncewell great uneasiness.She felt it with a mother's anguish to be a move in the Wat Tylerdirection, well knowing that Sir Leicester had that generalimpression of an aptitude for any art to which smoke and a tallchimney might be considered essential. But the doomed young rebel(otherwise a mild youth, and very persevering), showing no sign ofgrace as he got older but, on the contrary, constructing a model ofa power-loom, she was fain, with many tears, to mention hisbackslidings to the baronet. beats by dre headphones "Mrs. Rouncewell," said SirLeicester, "I can never consent to argue, as you know, with any oneon any subject. You had better get rid of your boy; you had betterget him into some Works. The iron country farther north is, Isuppose, the congenial direction for a boy with these tendencies."Farther north he went, and farther north he grew up; and if SirLeicester Dedlock ever saw him when he came to Chesney Wold tovisit his mother, or ever thought of him afterwards, it is certainthat he only regarded him as one of a body of some odd thousandconspirators, swarthy and grim, who were in the habit of turningout by torchlight two or three nights in the week for unlawfulpurposes.Nevertheless, Mrs. Rouncewell's son has, in the course of natureand art, grown up, and established himself, and married, and calledunto him Mrs. Rouncewell's grandson, who, being out of hisapprenticeship, and home from a journey in far countries, whitherhe was sent to enlarge his knowledge and complete his preparationsfor the venture of this life, stands leaning against the chimney-piece this very day in Mrs. Rouncewell's room at Chesney Wold. 　　 louis vuitton online "And, again and again, I am glad to see you, Watt! And, onceagain, I am glad to see you, Watt!" says Mrs. Rouncewell. "You area fine young fellow. You are like your poor uncle George. Ah!"Mrs. Rouncewell's hands unquiet, as usual, on this reference."They say I am like my father, grandmother.""Like him, also, my dear--but most like your poor uncle George!And your dear father." Mrs. Rouncewell folds her hands again. "Heis well?""Thriving, grandmother, in every way.""I am thankful!" Mrs. Rouncewell is fond of her son but has aplaintive feeling towards him, much as if he were a very honourablesoldier who had gone over to the enemy."He is quite happy?" says she."Quite.""I am thankful! So he has brought you up to follow in his ways andhas sent you into foreign countries and the like? Well, he knowsbest. There may be a world beyond Chesney Wold that I don'tunderstand. Though I am not young, either. And I have seen aquantity of good company too!""Grandmother," says the young man, changing the subject, "what avery pretty girl that was I found with you just now. You calledher Rosa?""Yes, child. She is daughter of a widow in the village. Maids areso hard to teach, now-a-days, that I have put her about me young. 　 beats by dr dre studio She's an apt scholar and will do well. She shows the housealready, very pretty. She lives with me at my table here.""I hope I have not driven her away?""She supposes we have family affairs to speak about, I dare say.She is very modest. It is a fine quality in a young woman. Andscarcer," says Mrs. Rouncewell, expanding her stomacher to itsutmost limits, "than it formerly was!"The young man inclines his head in of the preceptsof experience. Mrs. Rouncewell listens."Wheels!" says she. They have long been audible to the youngerears of her companion. "What wheels on such a day as After a short interval, a tap at the door. "Come in!" A dark-eyed, dark-haired, shy, village beauty comes in--so fresh in herrosy and yet delicate bloom that the drops of rain which havebeaten on her hair look like the dew upon a flower fresh gathered."What company is this, Rosa?" says Mrs. Rouncewell."It's two young men in a gig, ma'am, who want to see the house--yes, and if you please, I told them so!" in quick reply to agesture of dissent from the housekeeper. "I went to the hall-doorand told them it was the wrong day and the wrong hour, but theyoung man who was driving took off his hat in the wet and begged meto bring this card to you.""Read it, my dear Watt," says the housekeeper.