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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Lord Arandale, having dispatched his first course, joined the general
table to finish his repast with some of the good things it afforded.
Plans of amusement for the day now became the general topic; Julia
and Frances begged that they might be permitted to explore some of
the beauties of the grounds, which, from their windows, promised
so much. Lady Susan proposed a visit to her cottage; it was one of
those imitations of a real rustic habitation, which, situated in some
delightful retirement in the midst of extensive pleasure grounds, were
the fashionable playthings of the great young ladies of the day. A
spinning wheel was always a part of the furniture, and a proficiency
in its use a necessary accomplishment to ladies possessing these rural
boudoirs. Her ladyship’s proposition seemed agreeable to every one;
particularly as the walk to the cottage led through much of what was most
interesting in the grounds. Immediately after breakfast, therefore, the
whole party assembled in front of the castle to commence their ramble.
Lord Arandale saying that he would show Julia the way, drew her arm
over his; Lord Morven offered his to Frances; Henry joined Colonel
Morven; Lady Susan walked alone; and Edmund, who on first setting out
had intended to walk at the other side of Julia, felt himself obliged,
in common politeness, to step forward and join the lady who had no
companion. He did not, however, intend to offer his arm, as he meant
to avail himself of the first favourable opportunity for desertion.
But her ladyship struck her foot against the stump of a flower root,
then limped a step or two, and next came in contact with a loose stone:
in short he found it impossible to evince a suitable concern for such
accidents, without saying something about an arm. Lady Susan accordingly
took his arm; laughed at her own giddiness, confessed her want of a
guide; “Though,” she added, “here I ought rather to be yours, instead
of making myself so troublesome.” Edmund said, very coolly, as he
thought, that he was happy in being useful; reproached her ladyship in
due form for misnaming the pleasure of being so, a trouble; and proceeded
to hope that she had not suffered materially from his negligence, in
the first instance. There was something so soothing, so persuasive in
Edmund’s manner and voice, at all times, that common politeness from him,
possessed an almost dangerous charm; and her ladyship was willing to be
deceived.
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