Brothers -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Epistolary fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Inchbald, Mrs., 1753-1821; Young women -- Fiction
"SIR,--I beg your pardon--pray don't forsake me all at once--see me
one time more--I have something to tell you--it is what I dare tell
nobody else--and what I am ashamed to tell you--yet pray give me a
word of advice--what to do I don't know--I then will part, if you
please, never to trouble you, never any more--but hope to part
friends--pray do, if you please--and see me one time more.
"Your obedient,
"A. P."
These incorrect, inelegant lines produced this immediate reply
"TO AGNES PRIMROSE.
"I have often told you, that my honour is as dear to me as my life: my
word is a part of that honour--you heard me say _I would never see you
again_. I shall keep my word."
CHAPTER XXV.
When the dean's family had been at Anfield about a month--one misty
morning, such as portends a sultry day, as Henry was walking swiftly
through a thick wood, on the skirts of the parish, he suddenly started on
hearing a distant groan, expressive, as he thought, both of bodily and
mental pain. He stopped to hear it repeated, that he might pursue the
sound. He heard it again; and though now but in murmurs, yet, as the
tone implied excessive grief, he directed his course to that part of the
wood from which it came.
As he advanced, in spite of the thick fog, he discerned the appearance of
a female stealing away on his approach. His eye was fixed on this
object; and regardless where he placed his feet, he soon shrunk back with
horror, on perceiving they had nearly trod upon a new-born infant, lying
on the ground!--a lovely male child, entered on a world where not one
preparation had been made to receive him.
"Ah!" cried Henry, forgetting the person who had fled, and with a smile
of compassion on the helpless infant, "I am glad I have found you--you
give more joy to me than you have done to your hapless parents. Poor
dear," continued he, while he took off his coat to wrap it in, "I will
take care of you while I live--I will beg for you, rather than you shall
want; but first, I will carry you to those who can, at present, do more
for you than myself."
Thus Henry said and thought, while he enclosed the child carefully in his
coat, and took it in his arms. But proceeding to walk his way with it,
an unlucky query struck him, _where he should go_.
"I must not take it to the dean's," he cried, "because Lady Clementina
will suspect it is not nobly, and my uncle will suspect it is not
lawfully, born. Nor must I take it to Lord Bendham's for the self-same
reason, though, could it call Lady Bendham mother, this whole village,
nay, the whole country round, would ring with rejoicings for its birth.
How strange!" continued he, "that we should make so little of human
creatures, that one sent among us, wholly independent of his own high
value, becomes a curse instead of a blessing by the mere accident of
circumstances."
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