Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 07Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 07
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
"I am sure, Mr. Chillingly," she said, "that you will not impute to my
words any meaning more grave than that which I wish them to convey,
when I remind you that there is no place too obscure to escape from
the ill-nature of gossip, and you must own that my niece incurs the
chance of its notice if she be seen walking alone in these by-paths
with a man of your age and position, and whose sojourn in the
neighbourhood, without any ostensible object or motive, has already
begun to excite conjecture. I do not for a moment assume that you
regard my niece in any other light than that of an artless child,
whose originality of tastes or fancy may serve to amuse you; and still
less do I suppose that she is in danger of misrepresenting any
attentions on your part. But for her sake I am bound to consider what
others may say. Excuse me, then, if I add that I think you are also
bound in honour and in good feeling to do the same. Mr. Chillingly,
it would give me a great sense of relief if it suited your plans to
move from the neighbourhood."
"My dear Mrs. Cameron," answered Kenelm, who had listened to this
speech with imperturbable calm of visage, "I thank you much for your
candour, and I am glad to have this opportunity of informing you that
I am about to move from this neighbourhood, with the hope of returning
to it in a very few days and rectifying your mistake as to the point
of view in which I regard your niece. In a word," here the expression
of his countenance and the tone of his voice underwent a sudden
change, "it is the dearest wish of my heart to be empowered by my
parents to assure you of the warmth with which they will welcome your
niece as their daughter, should she deign to listen to my suit and
intrust me with the charge of her happiness."
Mrs. Cameron stopped short, gazing into his face with a look of
inexpressible dismay.
"No! Mr. Chillingly," she exclaimed, "this must not be,--cannot be.
Put out of your mind an idea so wild. A young man's senseless
romance. Your parents cannot consent to your union with my niece; I
tell you beforehand they cannot."
"But why?" asked Kenelm, with a slight smile, and not much impressed
by the vehemence of Mrs. Cameron's adjuration.
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