Mystery and Confidence: A Tale. Vol. 1Pinchard, Elizabeth Sibthorpe
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Mystery and Confidence: A Tale. Vol. 1
Pinchard, Elizabeth Sibthorpe
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The whole day passed heavily with Ellen, yet Mrs. Ross and Joanna were
unusually kind to her: no hinted doubt, no implied accusation of herself
and Mordaunt met her ear; but her heart was ill at ease, and her forced
employments irksome. She longed to lie in her own quiet parlour, where,
if Mordaunt might not come, at least she might think of him without
restraint. Ross returned to dinner: he took no notice of Ellen's
dejection, nor mentioned having met with Mordaunt; but told her he had
seen her father, who was quite satisfied she should stay with them
awhile, and try to recover her health, and that he thought it probable
they should see him in the evening. As the afternoon was remarkably
clear, and not too warm (for the autumn was by this time far advanced),
he invited the girls to walk with him, instead of resuming their work,
to which Mrs. Ross gave her consent without a murmur, only begging they
would not walk too far, as she thought Ellen not strong enough to bear
much fatigue. To this they agreed, and Ellen found the calm soft air
revive her. Ross led the conversation to the wonders of nature: he
explained in familiar terms the structure of some flowers he gathered,
and made them admire the wisdom of that Being, who had formed those
blossoms so exquisitely fair. Thence he descanted on the nature and
properties of some rare plants, and was on all so eloquent and so
instructive, that Ellen felt her heart expand more lightly, and some
degree of pleasure take possession of her mind. "But ah!" thought she,
"why is not Mordaunt partaker of this sweet conversation? Why are two
men, so well fitted to gratify and delight each other, thus to be
estranged? Surely, Mr. Ross does not properly appreciate either the
qualities of Mordaunt's mind, or the excellence of his heart and
principles. Had he heard from him the sentiments which have charmed
me--did he know the delicacy of his taste, and his abhorrence of every
thing mean and base, he could not suppose him the wretch he last night
described." Yet Ellen was so candid and unprejudiced, she could allow
great reason in many of Ross's suggestions; and her high opinion of his
judgment, and the general liberality with which it was exercised, filled
her heart with uneasy fears.
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