London Pride, Or, When the World Was YoungerBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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London Pride, Or, When the World Was Younger
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
“Sweetheart, thou hast all a father’s love, and it is happiness to me
to have thee here; but old as I am, and with so little cunning to read
a maiden’s heart, I can read clear enough to know thou art not happy.
Whisper, dearest. Is it a sweetheart who sighs for thy favours far off,
and will not beard this old lion in his den? My gentle Angela would
make no ill choice. Fear not to trust me, my heart. I will love whom
you love, favour whom you favour. I am no tyrant, that my sweet
daughter should grow pale with keeping secrets from me.”
“Dear father, you are all goodness. No, there is no one—no one! I am
happy with you. I have no one in the world but you, and, in a so much
lesser degree of love, my sister and her children—”
“And Fareham. He should be to you as a brother. He is of a black
melancholic humour, and not a man whom women love; but he has a heart
of gold, and must regard you with grateful affection for your goodness
to him when he was sick. Hyacinth is never weary of expatiating upon
your devotion in that perilous time.”
“She is foolish to talk of services I would have given as willingly to
a sick beggar,” Angela answered, impatiently.
Her face was still hidden against her father’s breast; but she lifted
her head presently, and the pale calmness of her countenance reassured
him.
“Well, it is uncommon strange,” he said, “if one so fair has no
sweetheart among all the sparks of Whitehall.”
“Lord Fareham hates Whitehall. We have only attended there at great
festivals, when my sister’s absence would have been a slight upon her
Majesty and the Duchess.”
“But my star, though seldom shining there, should have drawn some
satellites to her orbit. You see, dearest, I can catch the note of
Court flattery. Nay, I will press no questions. My girl shall choose
her own partner; provided the man is honest and a loyal servant of the
King. Her old father shall set no stumbling-block in the high-road to
her happiness. What right has one who is almost a pauper to stipulate
for a wealthy son-in-law?”
CHAPTER XXIII.
PATIENT, NOT PASSIONATE.
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