Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Self-control -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
At this generous proposal, surprise and joy almost deprived Montreville
of the power of utterance; gratefully clasping Warren's hand, 'Oh, sir,'
he exclaimed, 'you have, I hope, secured an independence for my child. I
thank you--with what fervour, you can never know till you are yourself a
father.' Seemingly anxious to escape from his thanks, Warren again
promised that he would be ready to sign the bond on the following day,
or as soon as it was ready for signature. Captain Montreville again
began to make acknowledgements, but Warren, who appeared rather
distressed than gratified by them, took his leave, and left the Captain
to the joyful task of communicating the news to Laura.
She listened with grateful pleasure. 'How much have I been to blame,'
said she, 'for allowing myself to believe that a little vanity
necessarily excluded every kind and generous feeling. What a pity it is
that this man should condescend to such an effeminate attention to
trifles!' Lost to the expectation, almost to the desire of seeing
Hargrave, she had now no tie to London, but one which was soon to be
broken, for Mrs and Miss De Courcy were about to return to Norwood. With
almost unmixed satisfaction, therefore, she heard her father declare,
that in less than a week he should be on his way to Scotland. With
pleasure she looked forward to revisiting her dear Glenalbert, and
anticipated the effects of its quiet shades and healthful air upon her
father. Already she beheld her home, peaceful and inviting, as when,
from the hill that sheltered it, she last looked back upon its simple
beauties. She heard the ripple of its waters; she trod the well-known
path; met the kind familiar face, and listened to the cordial welcome,
with such joy as they feel who return from the land of strangers.
Nor was Montreville less pleased with the prospect of returning to his
accustomed comforts and employments--of feeling himself once more among
objects which he could call his own. His own! There was magic in the
word, that transformed the cottage at Glenalbert into a fairy
palace--the garden and the farm into a little world. To leave London
interfered indeed with his hopes of De Courcy as a lover for his
daughter; but he doubted not that the impression was already made, and
that Montague would follow Laura to Scotland.
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