( as if by providence, atticus encounters miss bennet and her party once again and, once again, he is not unhappy about it. his spine is barely straightened from bowing when miss kitty asks for his opinion on the play. it is little surprising that she enjoyed it. mr bennet had spoken briefly and harshly regarding his two youngest daughters' fondness for frivolous novels and la belle assemblée. it is also little surprising that miss bennet disfavored the play. their opinions on art and literature parallel each other like two birds in the air.
despite the abrupt question from miss kitty, atticus smiles, and he does not give off the impression that he is put upon or off by it. ) I admit I am unfamiliar with today's theatre or Monsieur Pixérécourt, but I must agree with Miss Bennet. Its conventions were false, its language stilted, its characters tedious, and its morality a gross simplification. ( he does not however want to be too uncharitable towards the play, and so he adds without much hesitation, ) And yet I can understand its appeal. The playwright takes the lives of common people seriously.
( monsieur pixérécourt offered himself for judgement, and whether or not the play has merits, it is commendable for that fact alone. the belief shared on christmas eve was not only for miss bennet's comfort but a truly held conviction for atticus.
"what an astute review, mr cartwright. are you a critic?" mrs gardiner asks. in her tone, he detects neither censure nor ridicule — just a curiosity to uncover a piece of him. )
I am not, ma'am. It is merely a strong awareness of my partialities. ( he glances around to the crowd around them. most are smiling and laughing, having thoroughly been entertained by the play. ) But I am glad to hear that most enjoy his works. He offers more value than I do with my critique.
( mr gardiner reappears then, cheerfully announcing that the carriage is being brought up. when he realises the identity of the gentleman his party are speaking to, he bows and greets atticus with a smile. like the others, he also appears pleased to see him and asks his opinion of the play.
atticus laughs. ) We were discussing that. Miss Bennet and I are of one mind while Mrs Gardiner and Miss Kitty are of the other. What of yours, sir?
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despite the abrupt question from miss kitty, atticus smiles, and he does not give off the impression that he is put upon or off by it. ) I admit I am unfamiliar with today's theatre or Monsieur Pixérécourt, but I must agree with Miss Bennet. Its conventions were false, its language stilted, its characters tedious, and its morality a gross simplification. ( he does not however want to be too uncharitable towards the play, and so he adds without much hesitation, ) And yet I can understand its appeal. The playwright takes the lives of common people seriously.
( monsieur pixérécourt offered himself for judgement, and whether or not the play has merits, it is commendable for that fact alone. the belief shared on christmas eve was not only for miss bennet's comfort but a truly held conviction for atticus.
"what an astute review, mr cartwright. are you a critic?" mrs gardiner asks. in her tone, he detects neither censure nor ridicule — just a curiosity to uncover a piece of him. )
I am not, ma'am. It is merely a strong awareness of my partialities. ( he glances around to the crowd around them. most are smiling and laughing, having thoroughly been entertained by the play. ) But I am glad to hear that most enjoy his works. He offers more value than I do with my critique.
( mr gardiner reappears then, cheerfully announcing that the carriage is being brought up. when he realises the identity of the gentleman his party are speaking to, he bows and greets atticus with a smile. like the others, he also appears pleased to see him and asks his opinion of the play.
atticus laughs. ) We were discussing that. Miss Bennet and I are of one mind while Mrs Gardiner and Miss Kitty are of the other. What of yours, sir?