First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Edmund had got a few paces before his conductress. He stretched
forward both hands, and leaped up with a bound towards the door, as
he reached the side of the carriage. Lady L. pulled the check-string.
The carriage stopped, and Edmund, whom by its rapid motion it had
already passed some yards, was brought back by a servant, and lifted
in. Such was his joy, that the poor little creature could not speak!
He trembled excessively, and, for a moment or two, his features
were almost convulsed by his struggles not to cry: he thought it
would seem as if he were not glad, and he knew he was very glad. A
few tears, however, forced their way; but they only hung in the long
lashes, shining like early dew-drops, while happiness sparkled through
them: for now, encouraged and caressed, he sat on Lady L.'s knee, and
hugged one of her hands. Yet, when he looked up in her face and tried
to speak, his little lip trembled again, and his little countenance
assumed an expression of feeling beyond his years, which early sorrow
had taught the infant features. Lady L. kissed his forehead and passed
her hand over it, to wipe away, as it were, the trace of care; while
an ardent desire swelled in her heart to screen this object of her
tender compassion from every painful vicissitude of life, accompanied,
however, by a sigh to think how vain the wish! This sigh was followed
by yet another, as, from association, the very natural idea presented
itself, that it must be also impossible for her effectually to shelter
from the changes and chances of mortal existence, even the babe, that
destined to be born under auspices so different, would, in a few
months, make her really a mother.
Mrs. Montgomery rallied, and Lord L. complimented her on her
discernment; declaring that they never had seen any thing half so
beautiful as her unpromising favourite had turned out.
"Do not think me illiberal," said Lady L.; "but I cannot imagine this
the child of coarse, vulgar parents--a creature that seems all soul!
See, with what an intelligent countenance he listens to every thing
that is said!"
Mrs. Montgomery smiled; and Lord L., anxious to please a wife with whom
he was still in love, was about to express himself quite of her opinion.
The discussion was, however, for the present broken off by the stopping
of the carriage amid shouts of joyous welcome. While the merry groups
around the bonfires drank the healths of our family party, its members
seated themselves at a most inviting looking table, which we have long
half seen from behind a muslin curtain.
The agreeable summer supper they here found prepared for their
entertainment, consisted chiefly of fruit, of which little Edmund,
placed between Lady L. and Mrs. Montgomery, was permitted to partake.
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