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"
Who
would
not
be
the
Rizzio
of
so
divine
a
Mary
?
"
"
A
fig
for
Rizzio
!
"
cried
she
,
tossing
her
head
with
all
its
curls
,
as
she
moved
to
the
piano
.
"
It
is
my
opinion
the
fiddler
David
must
have
been
an
insipid
sort
of
fellow
;
I
like
black
Bothwell
better
:
to
my
mind
a
man
is
nothing
without
a
spice
of
the
devil
in
him
;
and
history
may
say
what
it
will
of
James
Hepburn
,
but
I
have
a
notion
,
he
was
just
the
sort
of
wild
,
fierce
,
bandit
hero
whom
I
could
have
consented
to
gift
with
my
hand
.
"
"
Gentlemen
,
you
hear
!
Now
which
of
you
most
resembles
Bothwell
?
"
cried
Mr.
Rochester
.
"
I
should
say
the
preference
lies
with
you
,
"
responded
Colonel
Dent
.
"
On
my
honour
,
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
"
was
the
reply
.
Miss
Ingram
,
who
had
now
seated
herself
with
proud
grace
at
the
piano
,
spreading
out
her
snowy
robes
in
queenly
amplitude
,
commenced
a
brilliant
prelude
;
talking
meantime
.
She
appeared
to
be
on
her
high
horse
to-night
;
both
her
words
and
her
air
seemed
intended
to
excite
not
only
the
admiration
,
but
the
amazement
of
her
auditors
:
she
was
evidently
bent
on
striking
them
as
something
very
dashing
and
daring
indeed
.
"
Oh
,
I
am
so
sick
of
the
young
men
of
the
present
day
!
"
exclaimed
she
,
rattling
away
at
the
instrument
.
"
Poor
,
puny
things
,
not
fit
to
stir
a
step
beyond
papa
's
park
gates
:
nor
to
go
even
so
far
without
mama
's
permission
and
guardianship
!
Creatures
so
absorbed
in
care
about
their
pretty
faces
,
and
their
white
hands
,
and
their
small
feet
;
as
if
a
man
had
anything
to
do
with
beauty
!
As
if
loveliness
were
not
the
special
prerogative
of
woman
--
her
legitimate
appanage
and
heritage
!
I
grant
an
ugly
woman
is
a
blot
on
the
fair
face
of
creation
;
but
as
to
the
gentlemen
,
let
them
be
solicitous
to
possess
only
strength
and
valour
:
let
their
motto
be
:
-
Hunt
,
shoot
,
and
fight
:
the
rest
is
not
worth
a
fillip
.
Such
should
be
my
device
,
were
I
a
man
.
"
"
Whenever
I
marry
,
"
she
continued
after
a
pause
which
none
interrupted
,
"
I
am
resolved
my
husband
shall
not
be
a
rival
,
but
a
foil
to
me
.
I
will
suffer
no
competitor
near
the
throne
;
I
shall
exact
an
undivided
homage
:
his
devotions
shall
not
be
shared
between
me
and
the
shape
he
sees
in
his
mirror
.
Mr.
Rochester
,
now
sing
,
and
I
will
play
for
you
.
"
"
I
am
all
obedience
,
"
was
the
response
.
