Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
Aunt Mary smiled, but it is more than probable that George really
touched one of the hidden springs of her woman's heart, for she looked
down, and said nothing.
"Don't be impatient," said Uncle Ned, "and you shall not be cheated
out of your story. I began it for Elizabeth's sake, rather than yours,
and I see she is wide awake. She thinks I was by this time more than
half in love with Theresa Vane, and she thinks more than half right.
There had been a great many parties of pleasure, riding parties,
sailing parties, and talking parties; and summer slipped by, almost
unconsciously. At length the autumnal equinox approached, and
gathering clouds, north-eastern gales, and drizzling rains, succeeded
to the soft breezes, mellow skies, and glowing sunsets, peculiar to
that beautiful season. For two or three days I was confined within
doors by the continuous rains, and I am sorry to confess it, but the
blue devils actually got complete possession of me--one strided upon
my nose, another danced on the top of my head, one pinched my ear, and
another turned somersets on my chin. You laugh, little Nanny; but they
are terrible creatures, these blue gentlemen, and I could not endure
them any longer. So the third rainy evening, I put on my overcoat,
buttoned it up to my chin, and taking my umbrella in my hand, set out
in the direction of Mrs. Vane's. 'Here,' thought I, as my fingers
pressed the latch, 'I shall find the moonlight smile, that will
illumine the darkness of my night--the dull vapours will disperse
before her radiant glance, and this interminable equinoctial storm be
transformed into a mere vernal shower, melting away in sunbeams in her
presence.' My gentle knock not being apparently heard, I stepped into
the ante-room, set down my umbrella, took off my drenched overcoat,
arranged my hair in the most graceful manner, and, claiming a
privilege to which, perhaps, I had no legitimate right, opened the
door of the family sitting-room, and found myself in the presence of
the beautiful Theresa--"
Here Uncle Ned made a provoking pause.
"Pray, go on." "How was she dressed?" "And was she glad to see you?"
assailed him on every side.
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