Courtship -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction
The Brosedale establishment broken up! and not a line--not a word--from
Ella. Where had she gone? Did she wish to avoid him? In four days more
the three months' absence prescribed by Ella would have expired, and now
he was thrown off the scent. Had she sought and found any new
employment? If in her heart she distrusted his constancy as much as she
professed, she might have done so; or had she returned to that London
landlady whom she had described on the memorable occasion of the
snow-storm? Hold! he had noted the address somewhere. This led to a
vehement search among his papers and memoranda; but in vain. Then he sat
down and thought intensely. Kershaw?--yes, that was the name of the
woman; and Gothic Villa the name of the house at Kensington; but the
street, that he could not recall; nevertheless, he would not leave a
corner of the "old court suburb" unexplored. With this resolution he
started on his journey--the mere movement raised his spirits and
invigorated him; anything was better than the silence and endurance of
the last three months.
He had parted with Ella Rivers in a mood curiously compounded of love,
anger, slightly-mortified vanity, but deep admiration. He felt that she
had a right to demand some test of a passion so sudden; and, without
words, her grave candor had impressed upon him the conviction that, in
asking her to share his life, he asked quite as much as he offered--a
conviction not always clear to men, even when in love. Then the respect
which her self-control, her noble simplicity, imposed upon him, deepened
and elevated the character of his affection. Above all, she was still to
be won. She had allowed him to hope; but he dared not flatter himself
that she loved him--and how wonderfully he yearned for her love!--he was
astonished at it himself. All life seemed empty and colorless without
her. About three weeks after he had left Glenraven, he had written to
let her know that he had accepted an invitation to Ireland, where he
intended to make some stay and visit his former brother-officers,
seizing gladly the excuse afforded by this change of locality; but he
had quickly received the following reply:
"You must faithfully keep the promise you have given. Do not in any
way seek me for three or four months. Meantime, I am well and not
unhappy. Whether we meet again or not, I shall ever think of you
kindly. May the good God guide us to what is happiest and best for
both!
"Always your friend,
"ELLA RIVERS."
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