My Novel — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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so little endearment as the word "dear." But though the saying itself,
like most truths, be trite and hackneyed, no little novelty remains to the search of the inquirer into the varieties of inimical import comprehended in that malign monosyllable. For instance, I submit to the experienced that the degree of hostility it betrays is in much proportioned to its collocation in the sentence. When, gliding indirectly through the rest of the period, it takes its stand at the close, as in that "Charles dear" of Mrs. Dale, it has spilled so much of its natural bitterness by the way that it assumes even a smile, "amara lento temperet risu." Sometimes the smile is plaintive, sometimes arch. For example:-- (Plaintive.) "I know very well that whatever I do is wrong, Charles dear." "Nay, I am very glad you amused yourself so much without me, Charles dear." "Not quite so loud! If you had but my poor head, Charles dear," etc. (Arch.) "If you could spill the ink anywhere but on the best tablecloth, Charles dear!" "But though you must always have your own way, you are not quite faultless, own, Charles dear," etc. When the enemy stops in the middle of the sentence, its venom is naturally less exhausted. For example:-- "Really, I must say, Charles dear, that you are the most fidgety person," |
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