John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. II.Cumberland, Richard
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John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. II.
Cumberland, Richard
Wales, North -- Fiction
The terms, in which she had heard herself addressed, were such as could
not be misunderstood; it is natural also to suppose they could not be
unwelcome: they certainly demanded an answer, but how to shape that
answer between the extremes of too much and too little sensibility was
to the modest, unassuming, diffident Amelia an embarassment that her
inexperience was not qualified to surmount. She had however made an
effort to attempt some general acknowledgments, better graced and easier
to be understood by the look and action that accompanied them than by
the language, when the sudden approach of Cecilia in an instant
dispelled both the pleasure and the pain of this unfinished explanation,
and gave her to understand that Mr. De Lancaster had something to impart
to her, and was anxiously expecting the pleasure of her company.
Upon the word she rose, bowed respectful obedience to the summons, and
turned a look upon the party, she was now constrained to leave, so
marked with feeling and so fraught with mind, that our hero must have
been dull indeed had he needed any comment to explain its meaning.
CHAPTER V.
_Our Heroine has an Interview with the Grandfather of our Hero._
When the young and lovely orphan, whom our history will no longer
overlook, was admitted to the presence of the venerable De Lancaster, no
third person being there but the lady who introduced her, she had so far
composed her spirits as to make her first approaches, and receive his
compliments, under no other agitation than what served to set off the
modest graces of her person and deportment to the best advantage: he led
her to a chair, and placed himself by her side. After a pause of some
short continuance, during which he had kept his eyes admiringly upon
her, he turned to Cecilia, and said--I see you were resolved I should
enjoy the pleasure of a surprise, for though you described in part what
I was to expect, your description was far short of the original. I have
seen my brother Morgan’s portrait of Miss Jones’s father, and I can
trace a likeness.
You would do that better, said Cecilia, in a miniature, which perhaps
Amelia has about her.
Amelia answered that she had not the miniature in her possession.
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