Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic StorySimms, William Gilmore
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Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story
Simms, William Gilmore
Domestic fiction
Three rooms were thrown open to the company. We had refreshments in
abundance and great variety, and at a certain hour, we were astounded
by the clamor of tamborine and fiddle giving due notice to the dancers.
Among my few social accomplishments, this of dancing had never been
included. Naturally, I should, perhaps, be considered an awkward man.
I was conscious of this awkwardness at all times when not excited
by action or some earnest motive. I was incapable of that graceful
loitering, that flexibleness of mind and body, which excludes the idea
of intensity, of every sort, and which constitutes one of the great
essentials for success in a ball-room. It was in this very respect that
my FRIEND, William Edgerton, may be said to have excelled most young
men of our acquaintance. He was what, in common speech, is called an
accomplished man. Of very graceful person, without much earnestness
of character, he had acquired a certain fastidiousness of taste on the
subjects of costume and manners, which, without Brummellizing, he yet
carried to an extent which betrayed a considerable degree of mental
feebleness. This somewhat assimilated him to the fashionable dandy. He
walked with an air equally graceful, noble, and unaffected. He was never
on stilts, yet he was always EN REGLE. He had as little maurias, honte
as maurais ton. In short, whatever might have been his deficiencies, he
was confessedly a very neat specimen of the fine gentleman in its most
commendable social sense.
William Edgerton was among the guests of Mrs. Clifford. There had been
no previous intimacy between the Edgerton and Clifford families, yet he
had been specially invited. Mrs. C. could have had but a single motive
for inviting him--so I thought--that of making her evening a jam. She
had just that ambition of the lady of small fashion, who regards the
number rather than the quality of her guests, and would prefer a saloon
full of Esquimaux or Kanzas, and would partake of their sea-blubber,
rather than lose the triumph of making more noise than her rival
neighbors, the Sprigginses or Wigginses.
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