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
Now too, Mary would be able to write by the next mail to her sisters in
India, and give them that information it had been deemed at such a
distance, more satisfactory to defer, until the brother's arrival had
placed matters on a more definite and circumstantial footing, and any
day from the week succeeding the receipt of that welcome letter, young
Seaham might make his appearance.
He would arrive in England perfectly uninformed as to his sister's
engagement; but in the joyful letter he would find awaiting him at the
post-office at Liverpool, Mary had hinted of some news she should have
to break to him when they met, which she was sure would cause him
satisfaction--nay, delight!
The happy suspense of the interval which ensued may be imagined. Eugene
playfully declared himself quite jealous, though he was at the same time
very properly sympathetic on the occasion, a little fidgetty and anxious
perhaps, as is but natural for those to be who for the first time see
the object of their affections anxiously excited by any feeling or
expectation irrelevant to themselves; and he laughingly declared that it
was his intention to take the opportunity of her brother's first
arrival, to run up to London for a day or two, till the first
effervescence of her ecstasy was past, to spare himself the envious
feelings its contemplation might excite, whilst at the same time he
might prepare his lawyers for the work they soon would have to put in
hand.
Mary did not much approve this determination; she told him her brother's
arrival would be incomplete unless he were near to participate in her
joy, and make Arthur's immediate acquaintance; but as Trevor more
seriously assured her, that a short absence at that time would be really
indispensable, she submitted with resignation.
The happy hour at length arrived--the afternoon of the same day in which
the morning paper announced the arrival in port from Canada of the ship
'Columbia,' and amongst its passengers the name of Mr. Seaham--Mary, who
had taken leave of her lover an hour before, and was in her room
recovering from the slight dejection this first parting, even for so
short a period, had necessarily occasioned, heard the carriage-wheels
swiftly sounding along the park, and a post-chaise, bearing evident
marks of travel, soon appeared in sight.
No need to ask her beating heart who that traveller might be. She
watched it nearer--nearer--her hands clasped together, almost trembling
with the power of that strong delight which overflowed her breast; but
the carriage stopped before the door, and then with almost a cry of
gladness, she had disappeared from the room.
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