Recollections of a chaperonSullivan, Arabella Jane
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Recollections of a chaperon
Sullivan, Arabella Jane
English fiction -- 19th century
Her father perceived what was going on, but gave no outward sign
that he should oppose himself to the result to which circumstances
were apparently leading. In fact, he had not come to any decision
on the subject, for though he was a worldly-minded man, and wished
his daughter to make what is termed a good match, he was aware that,
with her small fortune, she could not command one; and he knew from
experience, that she would never sacrifice her feelings to the prospect
of a brilliant establishment. He was not, therefore, disinclined to
her marrying a person of moderate means, for whom she had conceived an
affection. Adelaide interpreted silence to mean consent, and feeling
complete confidence in Warenne’s love for her, gave him, in return, the
full affection of her maiden heart.
What happy and blissful hours were these, when each, though they had
not told their love, lived but for the other. They lasted not long.
Warenne soon awakened to the real difficulties of his situation, and
took himself severely to task for the headlong impetuosity with which
he had set at hazard his own, and, perhaps, another’s happiness.
Had he a right to ask one who had been from childhood surrounded by
every luxury affluence could purchase, to descend, for his sake, to
comparative indigence? Could he request her to quit the brilliant
circle she adorned to become the inmate of a barrack yard? His soul
revolted at the thought. What was he, that he should outweigh in her
estimation privations such as these? She would, he doubted not, if she
loved him, despise all worldly advantages, but should he subject her to
them because she loved him?
For the first time in his life his want of riches galled him; he felt
as though he were guilty of presumption in loving Adelaide, and he
hesitated to make the avowal which for ever hovered upon his lips.
Adelaide perceived his disquietude, and from some expressions he
inadvertently let fall, pretty accurately conjectured its cause. At
first she was inclined to be angry with him, under the false impression
that he conceived her capable of being influenced by a regard for
wealth; but she could not retain her anger when she overheard him one
day say to Henry, who had been blaming an acquaintance of theirs for
not proposing to a lady to whom he was tenderly attached, “Henry, you
forget that Compton is a poor man. How can he ask Miss Thornton to
leave her comfortable home and share his poverty?”
There was a bitterness in the tone with which he uttered these words,
which betrayed the secret feeling that prompted the reply. Then she was
aware that he considered a woman of any refinement to be singularly
misplaced in the midst of the quarters of a regiment, for, in the
earlier days of their intimacy, when laughing and talking with her and
her brother, over the _agrémens_ and _desagrémens_ of a soldier’s life,
he had often expressed an opinion to this effect.
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