Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Love stories
She expected he was angry, and in her confusion his gentleness was lost
upon her. She imagined that what he said might be censure, and she
continued to tremble, though he repeatedly assured her, that he meant
only to advise, not upbraid her.
“For as to all those little disputes between Mr. Sandford and you,”
said he, “I should be partial if I blamed you more than him—indeed,
when you take the liberty to condemn him, his character makes the
freedom appear in a more serious light than when he complains of
you—and yet, if he provokes your retorts, he alone must answer for
them; nor will I undertake to decide betwixt you. But I have a question
to ask you, and to which I require a serious and unequivocal answer. Do
you expect Lord Frederick in the country?”
Without hesitation she replied, “I do.”
“One more question I have to ask, madam, and to which I expect a reply
equally unreserved. Is Lord Frederick the man you approve for your
husband?”
Upon this close interrogation she discovered an embarrassment, beyond
any she had ever yet betrayed, and faintly replied,
“No, he is not.”
“Your words tell me one thing,” answered Dorriforth, “but your looks
declare another—which am I to believe?”
“Which you please,” was her answer, while she discovered an insulted
dignity, that astonished, without convincing him.
“But then why encourage him to follow you hither, Miss Milner?”
“Why commit a thousand follies (she replied in tears) every hour of my
life?”
“You then promote the hopes of Lord Frederick without one serious
intention of completing them? This is a conduct against which it is my
duty to guard you, and you shall no longer deceive either him or
yourself. The moment he arrives, it is my resolution that you refuse to
see him, or consent to become his wife.”
In answer to the alternative thus offered, she appeared averse to both
propositions; and yet came to no explanation why; but left her guardian
at the end of the conference as much at a loss to decide upon her true
sentiments, as he was before he had thus seriously requested he might
be informed of them; but having stedfastly taken the resolution which
he had just communicated, he found that resolution a certain relief to
his mind.
CHAPTER XII.
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