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
For when or how had he, with no such allowance for cousinly feeling or
partiality as Mrs. de Burgh--when or how had he, save occasionally by a
few slighting, sneering innuendoes, such as not unfrequently defeat
their own purpose, by strengthening and promoting in the generous mind
of youth the germs of true attachment which previously have been
engendered; how had he--save by those careless and ill judged
means--ever warned, cautioned, or even given his young relative to
understand, ere it was too late, that there was in the favoured cousin
of his wife, and his own cheerful tolerated guest, anything either
reprehensible in himself, or objectionable in their attachment, or even
union? No, absorbed in his own selfish interests, his own pursuits, he
had gone his way "to his farm or to his merchandize," and never given
his mind the trouble to think or care whether much might not be doing
which it would require more than a few strongly expressed adjurations
and highly coloured representations on his part to undo--which, in
short, must cause him practically to prove
"He might as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words."
He probably thought all this during the short silence which succeeded
Mary's last address; and had at length nothing better to say in reply,
and that with some conscious impatience, than--
"Oh, my dear Mary, as to this view of the matter, in the present state
of the world, it would be impossible to shut one's doors or turn one's
back upon many a person, whom we should on the other hand be very sorry
to see more closely associated with those for whom we feel interest or
affection."
"But of what, then, do you accuse Eugene?" Mary inquired, still with the
quiet confidence of one whose faith and trust are yet unshaken. And Mr.
de Burgh was again at fault.
There is a natural code of honour subsisting between men of any
generosity of mind, which sensitively withholds them from a direct
exposure of those reprehensible points of conduct or of character for
which they have not openly and to the face of the offender testified
their blame or abhorrence. And to have now coolly set to work, and laid
before the eyes of Mary facts or fancies concerning the man with whom he
had ever lived on terms of friendly intercourse, and so deprive him, as
was at least his desired purpose, of the blessing which, perhaps for
some good end, had been assigned him; all this assumed--when thus by
Mary's question brought so directly to the point--an aspect somewhat of
a dastardly and serpent-like character.
So, rising from his seat and taking a turn across the room, as if by
movement to assist himself in this dilemma, Louis de Burgh replied:
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