Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
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Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
could tell her that he was about to leave her, and for an indefinite
time, her passionate grief seemed almost to comfort him, by its strong
evidence of her childish love.
"Let me go with you, papa, dear papa! oh! I will be so good--I will not
give you any trouble, indeed, indeed I will not. Pray, pray, take me
with you, dear, dear papa?" And she looked in his face so beseechingly,
that the colonel had no strength to resist, and fondly kissing her, he
promised that if Mrs. Cameron would permit her to join her little
family, she should go with him: and, to Ellen's intense thankfulness,
the permission was willingly accorded.
Mrs. Fortescue had indeed replied, when her husband briefly imparted his
intention, that he certainly must intend Ellen to be ill again, by
exposing her to such an unhealthy climate; and that if she were, he
must not be angry if she refused to go and nurse her, as it would be all
his weak indulgence, and no fault of hers. The colonel made no answer,
and irritated beyond measure at his manner, Eleanor parted from her
husband in coldness and in pride.
The fortnight passed, and Mrs. Fortescue felt as if her own youth were
indeed renewed, the longings for universal admiration again her own; but
now it was only for her son, and her triumph was complete; many and
lovely were the youthful beings called together on that festive night,
seeming as if England had concentrated her fairest and purest offspring
in that far distant land; but Edward, and his still lovely mother,
outshone them all. That she was herself admired as much, if not more,
than she had ever been in her palmy days of triumph, Eleanor scarcely
knew; her every feeling was centered in her boy, and consequently the
supercilious haughtiness which had so often marred her beauty in former
days was entirely laid aside, and maternal pride and pleasure gratified
to the utmost, added a new charm to her every movement and every word.
She heard the universal burst of admiration which greeted her, as to
oblige Edward she went through a quadrille with him, and never in her
whole career had she felt so triumphant, so proud, so joyous. During the
past fortnight she had often been tormented by self-reproach, and her
husband's look had disagreeably haunted her; but this night not a
fleeting thought of either the colonel or Ellen entered her mind, and
her pleasure was complete.
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