First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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As they passed along the galleries above, and across the halls below,
numerous domestics pointed out, in silence, the way to the breakfast
room. On their entrance, a general move took place among the gentlemen,
though only the family party, each offered or pointed out a seat or
seats. It so happened, that Julia took one offered by Edmund, who seated
himself beside her, and began silently placing within her reach, every
thing she could possibly want.
Lady Arandale sat at the head, Lady Susan at the foot of a long table;
the one filled tea, the other coffee; and, in the intermediate space
appeared the usual hot rolls, toast, eggs, etc. of an English breakfast,
reinforced by the Scottish addition of crisp leaves of oaten cake, thin
as writing paper, together with comfits, marmalade, and all sorts of
sweetmeats. Lord Morven presided at a side table, abundantly covered with
savoury pies, cold meats, and dried fish; while Lord Arandale seemed to
have the sole possession of a third and lesser one, where he alone was
eating of a certain preparation of oatmeal, called in Scotland, porridge.
“You have quite forsaken your post, Captain Montgomery,” said Lady Susan.
“I beg a thousand pardons,” exclaimed Edmund, starting up, “I thought I
had filled all the cups.”
“Indeed!” replied her ladyship, in a tone of much pique, “Oh, pray be
seated,” then, affecting a laugh, and closing her eyelids quickly once or
twice to disperse a tear that might else have betrayed her mortification,
she added, “you did not then, let me inform you, fill even one. Nay, do
pray sit down!” she continued, as Edmund made another attempt to rise,
“I have completed my task with very little fatigue, I assure you, though
you were so much shocked at the idea of my undertaking it.” Lord Morven,
a wing of pigeon suspended on his fork, looked round at his sister with a
broad and silent stare. She blushed, and addressed, successively, Henry,
Frances, and Colonel Morven, without waiting for an answer from any of
them. Edmund coloured, and Julia, who had neither been addressed nor
accused, but by her own conscience, coloured also.
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