'I cannot refuse my granddaughter to her brother's dearest friend,' she
said, 'but I think you are two most imprudent young people.'
'Providence takes care of imprudent lovers, just as it does of the birds
in their nests,' answered Hammond, smiling.
'Just as much and no more, I fear. Providence does not keep off the cat
or the tax-gatherer.'
'Birds must take care of their nests, and husbands must work for their
homes,' argued Hammond. 'Heaven gives sweet air and sunlight, and a
beautiful world to live in.'
'I think,' said Lady Maulevrier, looking at him critically, 'you are
just the kind of person who ought to emigrate. You have ideas that would
do for the Bush or the Yosemite Valley, but which are too primitive for
an over-crowded country.'
'No, Lady Maulevrier, I am not going to steal your granddaughter. When
she is my wife she shall live within call. I know she loves her native
land, and I don't think either of us would care to put an ocean between
us and rugged old Helvellyn.'
'Of course having made idiots of yourselves up there in the fog and the
storm you are going to worship the mountain for ever afterwards,' said
her ladyship laughing.
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