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He made no reply, but sunk into silence, reserve, and reverie. On our
arrival at my apartments, I ventured (my cousin having left us) to
expostulate with him on his unkind behaviour; but was answered with
severity. Some retrospection ensued, which gradually led to the subject
ever present to my thoughts.--Again I expressed a solicitude to be
informed of the real state of his heart, of the nature of those
mysterious obstacles, to which, when clearly ascertained, I was ready
to submit.--'Had he, or had he not, an attachment, that looked to, as
its _end_, a serious and legal engagement?' He appeared ruffled and
discomposed.--'I ought not to be so urgent--he had already sufficiently
explained himself.' He then repeated to me some particulars, apparently
adverse to such a supposition--asking me, in his turn, 'If these
circumstances bespoke his having any such event in view?'
CHAPTER VI
For some time after this he absented himself from me; and, when he
returned, his manners were still more unequal; even his sentiments, and
principles, at times, appeared to me equivocal, and his character seemed
wholly changed. I tried, in vain, to accommodate myself to a disposition
so various. My affection, my sensibility, my fear of offending--a
thousand conflicting, torturing, emotions, threw a constraint over my
behaviour.--My situation became absolutely intolerable--time was murdered,
activity vain, virtue inefficient: yet, a secret hope inspired me, that
_indifference_ could not have produced the irritations, the inequalities,
that thus harrassed me. I thought, I observed a conflict in his mind;
his fits of absence, and reflection, were unusual, deep, and frequent:
I watched them with anxiety, with terror, with breathless expectation.
My health became affected, and my mind disordered. I perceived that it
was impossible to proceed, in the manner we had hitherto done, much
longer--I felt that it would, inevitably, destroy me.
I reflected, meditated, reasoned, with myself--'That one channel, into
which my thoughts were incessantly impelled, was destructive of all
order, of all connection.' New projects occurred to me, which I had
never before ventured to encourage--I revolved them in my mind, examined
them in every point of view, weighed their advantages and disadvantages,
in a moral, in a prudential, scale.--Threatening evils appeared on all
sides--I endeavoured, at once, to free my mind from prejudice, and from
passion; and, in the critical and _singular_ circumstances in which I
had placed myself, coolly to survey the several arguments of the case,
and nicely to calculate their force and importance.
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