Gothic fiction; Ireland -- History -- Rebellion of 1798 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Romans à clef
When she saw him, however, her feelings changed. Every heart which has
ever known what it is to meet after a long estrangement, the object of
its first, of its sole, of its entire devotion, can picture to itself
the scene which followed. Neither pride, nor monastic vows, nor natural
bashfulness, repressed the full flow of her happiness at the moment,
when Lord Avondale rushed forward to embrace her, and calling her his
own Calantha, mingled his tears with hers.—The Duke, greatly affected,
looked upon them both. “Take her,” he said, addressing Lord Avondale, and
be assured, whatever her faults, she is my heart’s pride—my treasure. Be
kind to her:—that I know you will be, whilst the enthusiasm of passion
lasts: but ever be kind to her, even when it has subsided:—remember she
has yet to learn what it is to be controuled.” “She shall never learn
it,” said Lord Avondale, again embracing Calantha: “by day, by night, I
have lived but in this hope:—she shall never repent her choice.” “The God
of Heaven vouchsafe his blessing upon you,” said the Duke.—“My sister
may call this weakness; but the smile on my child’s countenance is a
sufficient reward.”
CHAPTER XVI.
What Lord Avondale had said was true.—One image had pursued him in every
change of situation, since he had parted from Calantha; and though he
had scarcely permitted his mind to dwell on hope; yet he felt that,
without her, there was no happiness for him on earth; and he thought that
once united to her, he was beyond the power of sorrow or misfortune.
So chaste, even in thought, she seemed—so frank and so affectionate,
could he be otherwise than happy with such a companion? How then was
he astonished, when, as soon as they were alone, she informed him that,
although she adored him, she was averse to the fetters he was so eager
to impose. How was he struck to find that all the chimerical, romantic
absurdities, which he most despised, were tenaciously cherished by her;
to be told that dear as he was, her freedom was even dearer; that she
thought it a crime to renounce her vows, her virgin vows; and that she
never would become a slave and a wife;—he must not expect it.
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