Bildungsromans; Love stories; Young women -- England -- Fiction
"Mr Beverley, I think you forget a little," said Lucilla, with dignity.
"I know nobody but yourself who has any suspicions of Mrs Mortimer. If
it had been anybody but you, I should have laughed at them. But to
return to the question," Miss Marjoribanks added, with calm grace: "I
always used to be taught at Mount Pleasant that feelings had nothing to
do with an abstract subject. I don't see, for my part, now you have
mentioned it, why she should not marry him. It would arrange the money
matter without any trouble; and I have always heard he was very nice,"
said the bold experimentalist, fixing her eyes calmly upon the
Archdeacon's face. "I am sure I should never have thought of it, if it
had been left to me; but speaking calmly, I don't see the objections,
now it has been proposed. Oh, it is only the bell for luncheon that
Thomas is ringing. Is it actually half-past one? and I expect some
people," said Lucilla. She got up as she spoke and went to the mirror,
and looked at herself with that beautiful simplicity which was one of
Miss Marjoribanks's distinguishing features. "When one has been crying
it always shows," she said, with a little anxiety. As for Mr Beverley,
his state of mind, as the newspapers say, could better be imagined than
described.
"I must go away," he said, taking up his hat. "I don't feel capable of
meeting strangers after this exciting conversation. Miss Marjoribanks,"
continued the Archdeacon, taking her hand, and holding it fast over his
hat to give emphasis to his address, "at least I can trust to you not to
breathe a word to Mrs Mortimer--not a syllable--of the horrible
suggestion which has got utterance, I don't know how. I may surely trust
to your honour," Mr Beverley said, with emphasis; but by this time Miss
Marjoribanks considered it time to bring the crisis to an end.
"I wish you would stay to luncheon," she said; "there are only one or
two of my friends. As for _honour_, you know you gentlemen say that we
have no sense of honour," said Lucilla airily; "and to think that two
women could be together and not talk of what might perhaps be a
marriage----"
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