{"id":"01KG8AMYF0HJNASPZG0SDDXAYP","cid":"bafkreigavlme4hmux3rcnpyrabeljuct2yhuocbqdkmuhudqvdlruq42o4","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":855,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.918Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":761,"text":"Having thus made generous room for himself, Pierre commenced operations,\r\ninterrupting his mouthfuls by many sallies of mirthfulness.\r\n\r\n\"You seem to be in prodigious fine spirits this morning, brother\r\nPierre,\" said his mother.\r\n\r\n\"Yes, very tolerable; at least I can't say, that I am low-spirited\r\nexactly, sister Mary;--Dates, my fine fellow, bring me three bowls of\r\nmilk.\"\r\n\r\n\"One bowl, sir, you mean,\" said Dates, gravely and imperturbably.\r\n\r\nAs the servitor left the room, Mrs. Glendinning spoke. \"My dear Pierre,\r\nhow often have I begged you never to permit your hilariousness to betray\r\nyou into overstepping the exact line of propriety in your intercourse\r\nwith servants. Dates' look was a respectful reproof to you just now. You\r\nmust not call Dates, _My fine fellow_. He _is_ a fine fellow, a very\r\nfine fellow, indeed; but there is no need of telling him so at my table.\r\nIt is very easy to be entirely kind and pleasant to servants, without\r\nthe least touch of any shade of transient good-fellowship with them.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well, sister, no doubt you are altogether right; after this I shall\r\ndrop the _fine_, and call Dates nothing but _fellow_;--Fellow, come\r\nhere!--how will that answer?\"\r\n\r\n\"Not at all, Pierre--but you are a Romeo, you know, and so for the\r\npresent I pass over your nonsense.\"\r\n\r\n\"Romeo! oh, no. I am far from being Romeo--\" sighed Pierre. \"I laugh,\r\nbut he cried; poor Romeo! alas Romeo! woe is me, Romeo! he came to a\r\nvery deplorable end, did Romeo, sister Mary.\"\r\n\r\n\"It was his own fault though.\"\r\n\r\n\"Poor Romeo!\"\r\n\r\n\"He was disobedient to his parents.\"\r\n\r\n\"Alas Romeo!\"\r\n\r\n\"He married against their particular wishes.\"\r\n\r\n\"Woe is me, Romeo!\"\r\n\r\n\"But you, Pierre, are going to be married before long, I trust, not to a\r\nCapulet, but to one of our own Montagues; and so Romeo's evil fortune\r\nwill hardly be yours. You will be happy.\"\r\n\r\n\"The more miserable Romeo!\"\r\n\r\n\"Don't be so ridiculous, brother Pierre; so you are going to take Lucy\r\nthat long ride among the hills this morning? She is a sweet girl; a most\r\nlovely girl.\"\r\n\r\n\"Yes, that is rather my opinion, sister Mary.--By heavens, mother, the\r\nfive zones hold not such another! She is--yes--though I say\r\nit--Dates!--he's a precious long time getting that milk!\"\r\n\r\n\"Let him stay.--Don't be a milk-sop, Pierre!\"\r\n\r\n\"Ha! my sister is a little satirical this morning. I comprehend.\"\r\n\r\n\"Never rave, Pierre; and never rant. Your father never did either; nor\r\nis it written of Socrates; and both were very wise men. Your father was\r\nprofoundly in love--that I know to my certain knowledge--but I never\r\nheard him rant about it. He was always exceedingly gentlemanly: and\r\ngentlemen never rant. Milk-sops and Muggletonians rant, but gentlemen\r\nnever.\"\r\n\r\n\"Thank you, sister.--There, put it down, Dates; are the horses ready?\"\r\n\r\n\"Just driving round, sir, I believe.\"\r\n\r\n\"Why, Pierre,\" said his mother, glancing out at the window, \"are you\r\ngoing to Santa Fe De Bogota with that enormous old phaeton;--what do you\r\ntake that Juggernaut out for?\"\r\n\r\n\"Humor, sister, humor; I like it because it's old-fashioned, and because\r\nthe seat is such a wide sofa of a seat, and finally because a young lady\r\nby the name of Lucy Tartan cherishes a high regard for it. She vows she\r\nwould like to be married in it.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well, Pierre, all I have to say, is, be sure that Christopher puts the\r\ncoach-hammer and nails, and plenty of cords and screws into the box. And\r\nyou had better let him follow you in one of the farm wagons, with a\r\nspare axle and some boards.\"\r\n\r\n\"No fear, sister; no fear;--I shall take the best of care of the old\r\nphaeton. The quaint old arms on the panel, always remind me who it was\r\nthat first rode in it.\"\r\n\r\n\"I am glad you have that memory, brother Pierre.\"\r\n\r\n\"And who it was that _next_ rode in it.\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKK0WQA4NZVD3N5BQQED8","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMYF0YY78H9D98QCFEJ7D","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMYF05KFCB1A8B0TX3MRV","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:53.728Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:01.677Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}