A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIVJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIV
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Turn we rather to the early hour at which she hastened down to her
little marble basin, where her gold-fish were certainly not expecting
her at that precise moment. Some one else was, however; and in that
expectation he had taken care that no such interruptions should occur
as on the preceding day. Dear Emily's graceful limbs were still in
soft repose too, or at least not clad in any presentable garments;
and, therefore the two had all the world of the little glade to
themselves.
Rose, however, trembled more with agitation than fear. There were
doubts in her mind, doubts as to her conduct, doubts as to her
feelings; and those doubts were continually asking, "What stirred the
bosom of the Rose so powerfully?" a very unpleasant question, which
she was not inclined to answer.
Chandos saw the agitation, and thought it very beautiful; for it made
her eye sparkle, and the colour of her cheek vary, and gave a
quivering eagerness to the half-open lips. Admiration was the first
feeling as he saw her come; but then some degree of anxiety to know
the cause of her emotion succeeded, and he advanced a step or two to
meet her.
"Oh, Mr. Winslow," said Rose, as she approached; "I fear you must
think this very strange of me; but I made you a promise that if ever I
saw any likelihood of your being discovered, I would give you
immediate notice; and I must keep my promise before anything else."
"And does such a likelihood exist?" asked Chandos, in some alarm;
"does any one suspect?"
"Oh no," replied Rose; "but your brother is down at Winslow Abbey, or
in the neighbourhood; and my father has asked him here for a few days.
He comes on Friday."
Chandos mused for a moment or two; and at length a faint and
melancholy smile came upon his fine countenance. "I know not well what
to do," he said at length, in a thoughtful tone, looking up in Rose's
face as if for counsel.
"I thought it would embarrass you very much," she answered; "and I was
most anxious to tell you yesterday; but some obstacle always presented
itself, so that I was obliged to risk a step, which I am afraid will
make you think me a strange, rash girl."
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