Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Grey, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline)
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Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Grey, Mrs. (Elizabeth Caroline)
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
His temples were already partly bare, but the rest of his thick dark
curly hair bespoke the strength of manhood, and his eye, full and
eloquent, beamed with a spirit and enthusiasm which might have become a
martyr. The black dress he wore, seemed to denote his clerical
profession.
"I shall not apologize so much as I should otherwise have done, for thus
abruptly disturbing you Miss Seaham;" were the words of his rich
full-toned voice, "concluding as I do, that this evening, your
meditations must naturally be of somewhat melancholy a nature."
"About an hour ago you would have been but too right in your
conclusion, Mr. Temple;" responded the young lady. "The bustle of the
day over, the dreary feeling of being 'the last left,' was stealing over
me to a most insupportable degree, but since I quitted the deserted
house, the influence of this lovely evening has worked most effectually
on my feelings. In the open air I think this is generally the case," she
added. "However, the sense of isolation and separation, may oppress one
in the confinement of the house. Here, one can feel at least that the
same blue sky," and Miss Seaham as she spoke lifted up her clear serene
eyes to the heaven above, "over-canopies us all. I have," she continued
with simple feeling, and a slight suffusion of the eye-lid: "great need
for my comfort, to realise that perhaps rather vague idea, for we shall
be now indeed a most scattered family. Arthur in America, Jane and
Selina in India, Alice in Scotland and Aggy so soon to be in Italy."
She paused, her voice slightly faltering, as if the idea of this
domestic dispersion, when thus recorded in words, had brought the truth
before her with too much painful reality.
"And you, Miss Seaham," interrogated Mr. Temple, a slight tremor also
perceptible in his deep clear voice, and which a kind and friendly
sympathy in the young lady's sadness might naturally have occasioned,
"do you really desert Glan Pennant so very soon?"
"Yes, Mr. Temple, and had I not relied upon your promise of calling this
evening, I should have sent to let you know. I could not have gone
without seeing you again. I leave Glan Pennant to-morrow morning. I
travel part of the way with the Merediths, and some change in their
arrangements make this necessary. I own that it is a relief that I am
not to linger any longer here, though this speedy departure has come
upon me rather suddenly."
She looked up, as her companion did not immediately reply to this
intelligence, and then he inquired seriously if she still kept to her
resolution of visiting her relations in ----shire.
She answered in the affirmative.
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