A Marriage in High Life, Volume IScott, Lady (Caroline Lucy)
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A Marriage in High Life, Volume I
Scott, Lady (Caroline Lucy)
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
The whole plan of his present life, the footing upon which he meant Lady
Fitzhenry and himself to live together, was, perhaps of foreign growth.
A true-bred Englishman would never have behaved with the civility of
good breeding to a wife so forced upon him. He could never have thought
it possible to have established any one in his house on the terms on
which Emmeline was to be placed. But although Lord Fitzhenry looked upon
the observance of English customs in a total retirement after marriage
as particularly irksome, it never could make him wanting in respect, and
even in kindness, to one of Emmeline’s sex. His will once made
known,—told, as it had been, very plainly and decidedly,—there was
nothing more to settle between them, and he behaved to her with that
sort of general observance and attention due from a man to a woman.
In short, he could not help being agreeable, although differing so
cruelly from the animated, enthusiastic Fitzhenry, known to his friends.
Perhaps such conduct was more calculated to excite despair than even
apparent dislike would have been to one, who, like Emmeline, aimed at
winning his love; but, quick as she was, her inexperience prevented her
from being aware, that these attentions of civility were paid by him
from mere force of habit; she therefore gave way to the charm which
daily captivated her, and did not always suspect that those words on
which her ear delighted to hang, and which sometimes even wore the
semblance of gallantry, were uttered by him generally in total absence
of mind, with his thoughts fixed on another.
Who that other was, Emmeline no longer doubted. Something she
recollected having heard of Lord Fitzhenry’s admiration for Lady
Florence Mostyn, when abroad; but he had then been so long out of
England, Emmeline’s thoughts were little occupied about him, and the
intelligence had made but slight impression on her young mind. Now,
putting various circumstances together, she could no longer doubt that
Lady Florence was her favoured rival, if indeed a rival she could be
called, where there was no competition.
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