Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Love stories
Miss Woodley stood for some time to consider which way she was to go.
The first person she met, would enquire why she had been weeping? and
if Miss Milner was to ask the question, in what words could she tell,
or in what manner deny the truth? To avoid her was her first caution,
and she took the only method; she had a hackney-coach ordered, rode
several miles out of town, and returned to dinner with so little
remains of her swoln eyes, that complaining of the head-ache was a
sufficient excuse for them.
Miss Milner was enough recovered to be present at dinner, though she
scarce tasted a morsel. Lord Elmwood did not dine at home, at which
Miss Woodley rejoiced, but at which Mr. Sandford appeared highly
disappointed. He asked the servants several times, what he said when he
went out? They replied, “Nothing more than that he should not be at
home to dinner.”
“I can’t imagine where he dines?” said Sandford.
“Bless me, Mr. Sandford, can’t you guess?” (cried Mrs. Horton, who by
this time was made acquainted with his intended marriage) “He dines
with Miss Fenton to be sure.”
“No,” replied Sandford, “he is not there; I came from thence just now,
and they had not seen him all day.” Poor Miss Milner, on this, ate
something; for where we hope for nothing, we receive small indulgencies
with joy.
Notwithstanding the anxiety and trouble under which Miss Woodley had
laboured all the morning, her heart for many weeks had not felt so
light as it did this day at dinner. The confidence that she reposed in
the promises of Lord Elmwood—the firm reliance she had upon his
delicacy and his justice—the unabated kindness with which her friend
received her, while she knew that no one suspicious thought had taken
harbour in her bosom—and the conscious integrity of her own intentions,
though she might have been misled by her judgment, all comforted her
with the hope, she had done nothing she ought to wish recalled. But
although she felt thus tranquil, in respect to what she had divulged,
yet she was a good deal embarrassed with the dread of next seeing Lord
Elmwood.
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