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
This pensive dejection was not long uninterrupted; Lady Honoria came
running back, with intelligence, in what manner she had disposed of her
napkin, and Cecilia in listening, endeavoured to find some diversion;
but her ladyship, though volatile not undiscerning, soon perceived that
her attention was constrained, and looking at her with much archness,
said, “I believe, my dear, I must find another napkin for you! not, how
ever, for your mouth, but for your eyes! Has Mortimer been in to take
leave of you?”
“Take leave of me?--No,--is he gone?”
“O no, Pappy has a world of business to settle first; he won't be ready
these two hours. But don't look so sorrowful, for I'll run and bring
Mortimer to console you.”
Away she flew, and Cecilia, who had no power to prevent her, finding her
spirits unequal either to another parting, or to the raillery of Lady
Honoria, should Mortimer, for his own sake, avoid it, took refuge
in flight, and seizing an umbrella, escaped into the park; where, to
perplex any pursuers, instead of chusing her usual walk, she directed
her steps to a thick and unfrequented wood, and never rested till she
was more than two miles from the house. Fidel, however, who now
always accompanied her, ran by her side, and, when she thought herself
sufficiently distant and private to be safe, she sat down under a tree,
and caressing her faithful favourite, soothed her own tenderness by
lamenting that he had lost his master; and, having now no part to act,
and no dignity to support, no observation to fear, and no inference to
guard against, she gave vent to her long smothered emotions, by weeping
without caution or restraint.
She had met with an object whose character answered all her wishes for
him with whom she should entrust her fortune, and whose turn of mind, so
similar to her own, promised her the highest domestic felicity; to this
object her affections had involuntarily bent, they were seconded by
esteem, and unchecked by any suspicion of impropriety in her choice;
she had found too, in return, that his heart was all her own; her birth,
indeed, was inferior, but it was not disgraceful; her disposition,
education and temper seemed equal to his fondest wishes; yet, at the
very time when their union appeared most likely, when they mixed with
the same society, and dwelt under the same roof, when the father to
one, was the guardian to the other, and interest seemed to invite
their alliance even more than affection, the young man himself, without
counsel or command, could tear himself from her presence by an effort
all his own, forbear to seek her heart, and almost charge her not to
grant it, and determining upon voluntary exile, quit his country and his
connections with no view, and for no reason, but merely that he might
avoid the sight of her he loved!
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