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
But it seems that Mrs. de Burgh, with all pardonable curiosity,
considering she was not quite unprepared for what Eugene Trevor's visit
would bring forth, had gone down-stairs after Mary left her, and had a
long private conversation with her cousin; for though she did not
disturb her again that night, it being very late before the interview
came to an end; yet the next morning, just as Mary was endeavouring to
clear her senses, and remember whether what had occurred the night
before had been a dream or a reality, Olivia made her appearance to
embrace and congratulate her on the happy intelligence she had received.
"You cannot imagine, dear Mary," she said, "how pleased I was when
Eugene told me. It is just what I have wished all along. I have always
been very fond of Eugene; all that he required was a good wife, such as
he will find in you; and I feel convinced that he will make you very
happy."
Mary smiled, as if she too felt perfectly satisfied on this point.
"Louis," Mrs. de Burgh continued, "will most likely say that he is not
half good enough for you, but I suppose you will not feel much inclined
to agree with him there. As far as that goes, I assure you Eugene thinks
the same, but that is only as it should be, the more humble men's ideas
of themselves, and the more exalted their views of us, the better; they
are not often disposed to hold such doctrine. Of course you cannot
expect that even Eugene, has been, or ever will be, a piece of
perfection in character or conduct; but ah, I see by your face that you
think him so now, at any rate, so what signifies the _has been_, or the
_may be_? Well, you are quite right. 'Sufficient for the day' is my
motto, and, as I said before, I am convinced Eugene will love you as
much as ever wife was loved."
Mary's beaming eyes spoke indeed her perfect satisfaction, at this
summing up of Mrs. de Burgh's discourse. The rest she heeded not; it
agreed so little with the spirit of her pure and perfect love, and she
then inquired whether "Eugene," (with a blushing smile, as for the
first time she called him by that name,) had made Louis acquainted with
the fact of their engagement. She should be very glad if this were the
case, as she could not keep it a secret for a moment longer from her
kind cousin than was necessary; but Eugene seemed the evening before,
rather to wish that she should delay the communication for a day or two.
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