Bildungsromans; Love stories; Young women -- England -- Fiction
When the two sisters were left standing together at the door, they could
do nothing but stare at each other in the extremity of their amazement.
Rose, for her part, remained but a moment, and then, feeling by far the
guiltiest and most miserable of the whole party, ran upstairs to her own
room and cried as if her heart would break. Barbara, on the contrary,
who was past crying, stood still at the door, and watched Lucilla's
white dress disappearing on the way to Grange Lane with indescribable
emotions. A young woman cannot call the police, or appeal to the crier,
when it is her lover whom she has lost: but to see him carried off by
the strong hand--to watch him gradually going away and disappearing from
her eyes--to hear his steps withdrawing into the distance--was such a
trial as few are called upon to bear. She stood and looked after him,
and could not believe her eyes. And then it was all so sudden--an affair
of a moment. Barbara could not realise how the world had turned round,
and this revolution had been effected;--one minute she had been leaning
on his arm triumphant, making a show and exhibition of him in the pride
of her heart, though he did not know it; and the next was not she
standing here watching him with a blank countenance and a despairing
heart, while Lucilla had pounced upon him and carried him off in her
cruel grasp? The blow was so sudden, that Barbara stood speechless and
motionless till the two departing figures had vanished in the darkness.
Would he come back again to-morrow, or was he gone for ever and ever?
Such were the thoughts of the forsaken maiden, as she stood paralysed
under this sudden change of fortune, at her father's door. If some cruel
spectator had thrown into the fire that Brussels veil with which her
imagination had so long played, and Barbara had stood heart-struck,
watching the filmy tissue dissolve into ashes before her eyes, her sense
of sudden anguish could not have been more acute. Yet, after all,
Barbara's pangs were nothing to those of Mr Cavendish, as he felt Miss
Marjoribanks's light touch on his arm, and felt his doomed feet turn in
spite of himself in the most dangerous direction, and became conscious
that he was being led beyond all possibility of resistance, back to
Grange Lane and to his fate.
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