It may be seen that they were sentimentalists.  That is to say, they supposed that they enjoyed exclusive possession of the Nice Feelings, and exclusively comprehended the Fine Shades.  Whereof more will be said; but in the meantime it will explain their propensity to mount; it will account for their irritation at the material obstructions surrounding them; and possibly the philosopher will now have his eye on the source of that extraordinary sense of superiority to mankind which was the crown of their complacent brows.  Eclipsed as they may be in the gross appreciation of the world by other people, who excel in this and that accomplishment, persons that nourish Nice Feelings and are intimate with the Fine Shades carry their own test of intrinsic value.

Nor let the philosopher venture hastily to despise them as pipers to dilettante life.  Such persons come to us in the order of civilization.  In their way they help to civilize us.  Sentimentalists are a perfectly natural growth of a fat soil.  Wealthy communities must engender them.  If with attentive minds we mark the origin of classes, we shall discern that the Nice Feelings and the Fine Shades play a principal part in our human development and social history.  I dare not say that civilized man is to be studied with the eye of a naturalist; but my vulgar meaning might almost be twisted to convey:  that our sentimentalists are a variety owing their existence to a certain prolonged term of comfortable feeding.  The pig, it will be retorted, passes likewise through this training.  He does.  But in him it is not combined with an indigestion of high German romances.  Here is so notable a difference, that he cannot possibly be said to be of the family.  And I maintain it against him, who have nevertheless listened attentively to the eulogies pronounced by the vendors of prize bacon.

After thus stating to you the vast pretensions of the ladies of Brookfield, it would be unfair to sketch their portraits.  Nothing but comedy bordering on burlesque could issue from the contrast, though they graced a drawing-room or a pew, and had properly elegant habits and taste in dress, and were all fair to the sight.  Moreover, Adela had not long quitted school.  Outwardly they were not unlike other young ladies with wits alert.  They were at the commencement of their labours on this night of the expedition when they were fated to meet something greatly confusing them.

CHAPTER II

Half of a rosy mounting full moon was on the verge of the East as the ladies, with attendant cavaliers, passed, humming softly, through the garden-gates.  Arabella had, by right of birth, made claim to Mr. Pericles:  not without an unwontedly fretful remonstrance from Cornelia, who said, “My dear, you must allow that I have some talent for drawing men out.”

And Arabella replied:  “Certainly, dear, you have; and I think I have some too.”