Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the HeartJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the Heart
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"On my word I did not," replied Helen, and then, after putting her
hand to her brow for an instant, she added--"Come, dear Miss Carr, to
make up for destroying the drawing I gave you, if Sir Morley Ernstein
will sit down on the sofa and talk to you, I will take his portrait. I
am sure you will be glad to have it, for you said you had known him
long. I can sketch very quickly, and I once thought of trying to make
my bread by portrait-painting. But I took fright at the thought of all
the people that might come to me, and gave up the idea."
Juliet Carr blushed at the proposal, partly with feelings of pleasure,
but partly abashed; for the remembrance that Morley had not yet said
one word which could justify her, or any one, in looking upon his
attachment to her as certain, was still present to her mind. She
answered not, then, but Lady Malcolm replied for her, eagerly--
"Do--pray do, my dear child--and then you shall copy it for me."
At the same time Morley took his seat upon the sofa by the side of
Juliet Carr; Lady Malcolm rang for tea; and Helen, while she pursued
her work, joined in the conversation, not only frequently, but gaily,
as if the object on which she was employed had given her back her
cheerfulness. Once, when Juliet was about to rise she exclaimed,
quickly--
"Sit still--pray sit still--he will not remain in the same attitude if
you move!" and, about ten minutes after, she beckoned to Lady Malcolm,
asking her, "Will that do?"
"Oh, beautiful, beautiful!" exclaimed Lady Malcolm--"that is quite
perfect!"
"Not yet," said Helen, and she added some touches more.
Juliet became impatient to see the sketch likewise, and, starting up
playfully, she said--"I will be excluded no longer, Helen."
When she came round, however, her cheek took the colour of a rose. It
was not alone Morley's portrait, but her own likewise, that Helen
Barham had drawn; and, with a skill that nothing but intense feeling
could have taught her, she had cast into the looks of both, as they
seemed gazing upon each other, that expression of deep affection which
she was but too sure was in their hearts.
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