Recollections of a chaperonSullivan, Arabella Jane
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Recollections of a chaperon
Sullivan, Arabella Jane
English fiction -- 19th century
Warenne could not help perceiving that his absence was desired.
In truth, Lord Framlingham, immediately upon Adelaide’s increase
of fortune, had begun to renew the views of aggrandisement which
he had reluctantly laid aside; and, conceiving that Warenne might
very possibly prove an impediment to the success of his schemes, he
sincerely wished him out of the way. It was not, perhaps, strictly
consonant with the gratitude he professed towards Warenne for his
kindness to Henry to repel attentions which he had hitherto tacitly
encouraged; but, in his anxiety to accomplish his purposes with respect
to Adelaide, he did not much regard her lover’s feelings, and certainly
assumed not a delicacy which he did not possess.
Warenne was intensely hurt by Lord Framlingham’s manner. Was he already
deemed an intruder? It was indeed time for him to depart; he would only
see Adelaide once again, and bid her farewell for ever.
The travellers returned; and Henry, having heard from his father of
Warenne’s determination to rejoin the regiment, proceeded immediately
to his lodgings to propose their quitting London together, his own
leave of absence being on the point of expiring.
After their first greetings were over, and Henry had had time
for closer observation, he was much struck with an appearance of
ill-health, and with a degree of severity of manner in Warenne; he
loved him, however, too sincerely, and respected him too highly, to
venture a remark on the change that had occurred. He at once entered
upon the object of his visit, and soon concluded an arrangement for
their travelling together to Calbury; then, thinking it probable
Warenne in his present state of mind would rather be alone, he begged
him to call in Charles Street the following morning, to see him and
Adelaide, who was not, he said, so afflicted by the loss of her
godmother, with whom she had never lived, as to shut the door upon
old friends; and with an affectionate pressure of the hand wished him
good-b’ye.
Warenne shook the offered hand, accepted the invitation, stood for a
moment after his departure with a bewildered air, then hurried forth
to occupy his attention with professional avocations,—for he durst not
give way to the feelings that invitation had awakened, or to reflect in
solitude on the impending wretchedness of the morrow.
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