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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Yet as from time to time she smiled and spoke to him, joy stole again
into his bosom, and he experienced an undefined species of happiness
during the remainder of the quadrille. As soon as it was over, however,
and before Julia had taken her partner’s arm to leave the set, Henry
came up to her, and asked her to dance the next with him. She could not
well refuse, and the moment she consented he drew her arm over his,
and led her away to a vacant end of the room, where, as they walked up
and down, he suddenly broke silence, saying, in a rude sort of half
whisper, “You don’t suppose, Julia, that Lord L. will consent to your
marrying this picked up fellow! this Edmund! and I can tell you, the
manner in which you are behaving, will end in his being forbid my aunt’s
house, and indeed the houses of all your friends and relatives.” If ever
Julia’s colour mounted, now it flew to cheek and brow; yet, indignant as
she felt, such was her terror lest Edmund should chance to hear one of
those shocking words, that she caught Henry’s hand, and entreated him
to lower his voice. At the same moment she looked involuntarily towards
Edmund, and saw that he observed her; while Henry, grasping the hand
that she herself had laid on his, carried it to his lips. She dreaded to
provoke him by withdrawing it either as quickly or as angrily as she felt
inclined to do; and he held it fast, with the most malicious satisfaction
in her dilemma, which he perfectly understood; while, as if to mortify
her the more, he kept up, by countenance and manner, a sort of dumb
show of tender solicitude. She, however, forced back her presence of
mind, and, in an under tone of suppressed vexation, trying at the same
time to look dignified and as angry as her youth and natural gentleness
would permit, said, “do not for a moment imagine, Henry, that I dread
your rude, impertinent remarks on my own account, but take care you do
not let one word be heard, which can wound the feelings of Edmund. As
for the motive of my anxiety on this point, if you are not capable of
understanding it, remain in ignorance of it, or judge it what you please!
It is to my father, not to you, sir, that I shall give an account of my
actions.”
“Mighty fine!” he replied; “but, Julia, if my anxiety for you proceeds
from my own attachment, and, I suppose I may presume where Edmund
does, you cannot be surprised that I should not wish to see you throw
yourself away; but I believe,” he added, with a sneer, provoked at the
evident scorn depicted on Julia’s countenance at the mention of his own
attachment, “you are tolerably safe, as the gallant Captain Montgomery
happens not to be at leisure to accept your ladyship’s proffered
affections, being otherwise engaged.”
It is wonderful how many times in the course of the evening Julia
repeated over to herself the two words, “otherwise engaged.”
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