Emmeline, the Orphan of the CastleSmith, Charlotte
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Emmeline, the Orphan of the Castle
Smith, Charlotte
Gothic fiction; Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Single women -- Fiction
She arose; tried to conceal the sorrow visible in her countenance yet
wet with tears, and assuming as much as she could her native ease and
sweetness, she advanced towards his Lordship, who still stood at the
door, amazed, and asked him if he would pardon her for desiring him to
sit down in a bed-chamber; if not, she would wait on him below. She then
went back to the table; threw the papers into the casket that was on it;
and placing a chair between that and the fire, again asked him if he
would do her the honour to sit down.
Lord Montreville did so, but said nothing. He was ashamed of his
precipitancy; yet as Emmeline did not know it, he would not mention it;
and was yet too full of the idea to speak of any thing else.
Mrs. Ashwood had left them--Emmeline continued silent.
Lord Montreville, after a long pause, at length said, with a stern and
displeased countenance, 'I understand, Miss Mowbray, that my son was
here this morning.'
'Yes, my Lord.'
'Pray, do you know where he now is?'
'I do not, indeed. Is he not at your Lordship's house?'
'No; I am told by his servants that he is gone to Mr. Percival's--But
_you_--'(continued he, laying a strong emphasis on the word) '_you_,
Miss Mowbray, are I dare say better informed of his intentions than any
one else.'
'Upon my word, my Lord,' answered Emmeline, astonished, 'I do _not_
know. He said nothing to me of an intention to go any where; on the
contrary, he told me he should be here again to-morrow.'
'And is it possible you are ignorant of his having left London this
morning, immediately after he returned from visiting you?'
'My Lord, I have never yet stooped to the meanness of a falsehood. Why
should your Lordship now suppose me guilty of it? I repeat--and I hope
you will do me the justice to believe me--upon my honour I do _not_
know whither Mr. Delamere is gone--nor do I know that he has left
London.'
Lord Montreville could not but believe her. But while his fears were
relieved as to the elopement, they were awakened anew by the uncertainty
of what was become of his son, and what his motive could be for this
sudden disappearance.
He thought however the present opportunity of speaking to Emmeline of
his resolution was not to be neglected.
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