Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2Burney, Fanny
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Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2
Burney, Fanny
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
Cecilia, astonished by this speech, and quite off her guard from
momentary surprize, involuntarily raised her head to look at Mrs
Delvile, in whose countenance she observed the most anxious concern,
though her manner of speaking had seemed placid and composed.
“Once,” she continued, without appearing to remark the emotion of
her auditor, “Mr Delvile thought of uniting him with his cousin Lady
Honoria; but he never could endure the proposal; and who shall blame his
repugnance? her sister, indeed, Lady Euphrasia, is much preferable, her
education has been better, and her fortune is much more considerable.
At present, however, Mortimer seems greatly averse to her, and who has a
right to be difficult, if we deny it to him?”
Wonder, uncertainty, expectation and suspence now all attacked Cecilia,
and all harassed her with redoubled violence; why she was called to this
conference she knew not; the approbation she had thought so certain, she
doubted, and the proposal of assistance she had apprehended, she ceased
to think would be offered some fearful mystery, some cruel obscurity,
still clouded all her prospects, and not merely obstructed her view
of the future, but made what was immediately before her gloomy and
indistinct.
The state of her mind seemed read by Mrs Delvile, who examined her with
eyes of such penetrating keenness, that they rather made discoveries
than enquiries. She was silent some time, and looked irresolute how to
proceed; but at length, she arose, and taking Cecilia by the hand, who
almost drew it back from her dread of what would follow, she said “I
will torment you no more, my sweet young friend, with perplexities which
you cannot relieve; this only I will say, and then drop the subject for
ever; when my solicitude for Mortimer is removed, and he is established
to the satisfaction of us all, no care will remain in the heart of his
mother, half so fervent, so anxious and so sincere as the disposal of
my amiable Cecilia, for whose welfare and happiness my wishes are even
maternal.”
She then kissed her glowing cheek, and perceiving her almost stupified
with astonishment, spared her any effort to speak, by hastily leaving
her in possession of her room.
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