The Lady Frances, too, withdrawing her arm from that of her husband,
engaged in elegant conversation with the elderly dames who sought her
society; now conversing with easy dignity with the accomplished wives of
the councillors; now, with high-bred refinement, overlooking the awkward
blunders of some of the plainer matrons, whose husbands were in the
Assembly; and now smiling good-humouredly at the old-fashioned vanity
and assumed dignity of Mrs. Temple. The comparison of the present order
of things with that to which she had been accustomed in her earlier
days, formed, as usual, the chief theme of this good lady's discourse.
But, to the attentive observer, the glance of pride with which from time
to time she looked at her daughter, who, with graceful step and glowing
cheek, was joining in the busy dance, plainly showed that, in some
respects at least, Mrs. Temple had to acknowledge that the bright
present had even eclipsed her favourite past.
Yes, to the gay sound of music, amid the bright butterflies of fashion,
who flew heartlessly through the mazes of the graceful dance, Virginia
Temple moved—with them, but not of them. She had not forgotten
Hansford, but she had forgotten self, and, determined to please her
mother, she had sought to banish from her heart, for the time, the
sorrow which was still there. She had come to the ball with Bernard, and
he, seeing well the effort she had made, bent all the powers of his
gifted mind to interest her thoughts, and beguile them from the
absorbing subject of her grief. She attributed his efforts to a generous
nature, and thanked him in her heart for thus devoting himself to her
pleasure. She had attempted to return his kindness by an assumed
cheerfulness, which gradually became real and natural, for shadows rest
not long upon a young heart. They fly from the blooming garden of youth,
and settle themselves amid the gloom and ruins of hoary age. And never
had Alfred Bernard thought the fair girl more lovely, as, with just
enough of pensive melancholy to soften and not to sadden her heart, she
moved among the gay and thoughtless throng around her.
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