Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction
request that there be no further conversation between us in reference
to the difference between me and my husband."
"Miss Altifiorla!" said the lady. "Is it to come to that,
Cecilia;--between you and me who have enjoyed so much sweet
friendship?"
"Certainly, if you make yourself so offensive," said Mrs. Holt.
"It is the only mode by which I can show that I am in earnest," said
Cecilia. "If it does not succeed, I must declare that I shall be
unwilling to meet you at all. I told you to be silent, and you would
not."
"Oh, very well! If you like to quarrel it will quite suit me. But in
your present condition I hardly think that you are wise in throwing
off your old friends. It is just the time when you ought to cling to
those who would be true to you."
This was more than Cecilia could bear. "I shall cling to those who
are true to me," she said, leaving the room.
"Oh, very well! Then I shall know how to conduct myself." This was
addressed to Mrs. Holt.
"I hope you will conduct yourself, as you call it, somewhere away
from here. You're very fond of meddling, that's the truth; and
Cecilia in her present condition does not want to be meddled with.
Oh, yes; you can go away as soon as ever you please." Thereupon Miss
Altifiorla left the room and withdrew.
It must be explained that this lady, since she was last upon the
scene, had learned to entertain new hopes, very exalted in their
nature. It had first occurred to her during those ten minutes at
the Paddington railway station, that it might possibly be so if she
played her cards well. And then how glorious would be the result! Sir
Francis Geraldine had squeezed her hand. If he might be made to go
on squeezing her hand sufficiently, how great might be the effect
produced! Lady Geraldine! How beautiful was the sound! She thought
that within all the bounds of the English peerage,--and she believed
that she knew that those bounds included the Baronets,--there was no
sweeter, no more glorious, no more aristocratic appellation. Lady
Geraldine! What a change, what a blissful change would that be!
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