In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Reasoning with myself then in this wise, I did put off from day to day
the deciding concerning my lord marquis his offer, considering always
that I would make up my mind to-morrow, until it so happened that my
resolve was fixed without my intending it by a certain word of my
lord’s. For coming one day into his lordship’s closet, whither he had
sent for me to attend upon him, I found with him Father Simon, his
chaplain. And they being busied in discourse, when first I tapped upon
the door they did not heed me, and I heard Father Simon say--
“Hath your lordship considered that by your schemes you may be
endangering the happiness of my lady your daughter?”
To whom his lordship answered coolly enough--
“My daughter is able to take good care of herself and her happiness,
father, I thank you,” and I then knocking the second time, he bid me
enter. But I was much exercised in my mind concerning that I had
heard, wondering whether his lordship was so secure of Madam
Heliodora’s indifferency towards me that he believed he might safely
lure me on by hopes of winning her, such as she would refuse to see
realised. But (thought I), if this be my lord’s mind, I know more
touching the matter than he, for all his reading of faces, for he, it
is evident, han’t observed those delicious tokens of tears and blushes
and the like, that have revealed to me my lady’s heart. And thus I was
now moved also with the desire to approve myself wiser in reading
thoughts than my lord, with all his statecraft, and this, coming with
all those other considerations I have mentioned, brought me to decide
that at the end of the fortnight, which was now near at hand, I would
accept of my lord’s offer.
Looking back now on that time, I can’t conceive how my presumption and
folly should ever have blinded me to such a degree; but so secure and
confident was I, that I writ after this a letter to my father, hinting
not obscurely at my hopes and expectations, and yet not in so many
words breaking off my contract with Dorothy, but leaving her rather to
judge by implication that it was at an end. And this letter, which
they could not, as I knew, misinterpret, I sent by a messenger that my
lord was about despatching to Maderas, whence it might be sent to
England. And having thus, as I conceived, eased my conscience by
declaring my intentions of that I was about to do, I waited, in much
excitement and perturbation of mind, for the fortnight to end. And
though this space of time seemed prodigiously slow in passing, yet it
came to an end at last, and on its final night I went to bed so
oppressed with the thoughts of my coming glory and happiness as that I
could scarce compose myself to sleep.
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