Dynevor Terrace; Or, The Clue of Life — Volume 1Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Dynevor Terrace; Or, The Clue of Life — Volume 1
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Cousins -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Upper class -- England -- Fiction
Fanshawe had been much too busy with her ladyship's nerves, and too
ignorant of French, to gather enough for his refutation, had she wished
for it; and, in fact, she had regarded him as the only safeguard of the
party, devoutly believing all his reports, and now she was equally
willing to magnify her own adventures. What a hero Delaford was all
over the terrace and its vicinity! People looked out to see the
defender of the British name; and Charlotte Arnold mended stockings,
and wondered whether her cruelty had made him so desperately courageous.
She could almost have been sorry that the various arrivals kept the
domestic establishments of both houses so fully occupied! Poor Tom!
she had been a long time without hearing of him! and a hero was turning
up on her hands!
The world was not tranquil above-stairs. The removal of the one great
obstacle to James's attachment had only made a thousand others visible;
and he relapsed into ill-suppressed irritability, to the disappointment
of Louis, who did not perceive the cause. At night, however, when Mrs.
Frost had gone up, after receiving a promise, meant sincerely, however
it might be kept, that 'poor Louis' should not be kept up late, James
began with a groan:
'Now that you are here to attend to my grandmother, I am going to
answer this advertisement for a curate near the Land's End.'
'Heyday!'
'It is beyond human endurance to see her daily and not to speak! I
should run wild! It would be using Lady Conway shamefully.'
'And some one else. What should hinder you from speaking?'
'You talk as if every one was heir to a peerage.'
'I know what I am saying. I do not see the way to your marriage just
yet, but it would be mere trifling with her feelings, after what has
passed already, not to give her the option of engaging herself.'
'I'm sure I don't know what I said! I was out of myself. I was
ashamed to remember that I had betrayed myself, and dared not guess
what construction she put on it.'
'Such a construction as could only come from her own heart!'
After some raptures, James added, attempting to be cool, 'You candidly
think I have gone so far, that I am bound in honour to make
explanation.'
'I am sure it would make her very unhappy if you went off in
magnanimous silence to the Land's End; and remaining as the boy's
tutor, without confession, would be a mere delusion and treachery
towards my aunt.'
'That woman!'
'She is not her mother.'
'Who knows how far she will think herself bound to obedience? With
that sort of relationship, nobody knows what to be at.'
'I don't think Isabel wishes to make her duty to Lady Conway more
stringent than necessary. They live in utterly different spheres; and,
at least, you can be no worse off than you are already.'
'I may be exposing her to annoyance. Women have ten million ways of
persecuting each other.'
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