Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 1Burney, Fanny
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Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 1
Burney, Fanny
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
“I could not come a moment sooner; I hardly expected to get here at all,
for my horse has been so confounded resty I could not tell how to get
him along.”
“Do you come on horseback through the streets, Sir Robert?” asked Mrs
Harrel.
“Sometimes; when I am lazy. But what the d---l is the matter with him I
don't know; he has started at everything. I suspect there has been some
foul play with him.”
“Is he at the door, sir?” cried Morrice.
“Yes,” answered Sir Robert.
“Then I'll tell you what's the matter with him in a minute;” and away
again ran Morrice.
“What time did you get off last night, Harrel?” said Sir Robert.
“Not very early; but you were too much engaged to miss me. By the way,”
lowering his voice, “what do you think I lost?”
“I can't tell indeed, but I know what I gained: I have not had such a
run of luck this winter.”
They then went up to a window to carry on their enquiries more
privately.
At the words _what do you think I lost_, Cecilia, half starting, cast
her eyes uneasily upon Mrs Harrel, but perceived not the least change
in her countenance. Mr Arnott, however, seemed as little pleased as
herself, and from a similar sensation looked anxiously at his sister.
Morrice now returning, called out, “He's had a fall, I assure you!”
“Curse him!” cried Sir Robert, “what shall I do now? he cost me the
d---l and all of money, and I have not had him a twelvemonth. Can you
lend me a horse for this morning, Harrel?”
“No, I have not one that will do for you. You must send to Astley.”
“Who can I send? John must take care of this.”
“I'll go, sir,” cried Morrice, “if you'll give me the commission.”
“By no means, sir,” said Sir Robert, “I can't think of giving you such
an office.”
“It is the thing in the world I like best,” answered he; “I understand
horses, and had rather go to Astley's than any where.”
The matter was now settled in a few minutes, and having received his
directions, and an invitation to dinner, Morrice danced off, with a
heart yet lighter than his heels.
“Why, Miss Beverley,” said Mr Harrel, “this friend of yours is the most
obliging gentleman I ever met with; there was no avoiding asking him to
dinner.”
“Remember, however,” said Cecilia, who was involuntarily diverted at the
successful officiousness of her new acquaintance, “that if you receive
him henceforth as your guest, he obtains admission through his own
merits, and not through my interest.”
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