She and I, Volume 1: A Love Story. A Life History.Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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She and I, Volume 1: A Love Story. A Life History.
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Love stories
We argued the point; but, the end of the matter was, that Dicky Chips
was made over to his new mistress, with all his goods, chattels, and
appurtenances. A happy bird he might consider himself henceforth, I
knew. He would be idolised--a very nice situation, indeed, for a
bullfinch!
By-and-by I got closer to Min, as we were standing up, talking together
and making Dicky go through a few of his tricks on the drawing-room
table.
"Min," said I, softly, bending over her and looking down into her
honest, truth-telling grey eyes--"my darling!"
But, at that precise moment, the door opened; and, in walked Mrs Clyde.
CHAPTER NINE.
BREAKERS AHEAD!
Oh, I see thee, old and formal, fitted to thy petty part,
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a
daughter's heart.
"They were dangerous guides the feelings--she herself
was not exempt--
Truly she herself had suffer'd"--perish in thy
self-contempt!
Mrs Clyde's appearance coming so suddenly upon the scene, acted as an
application of the cold douche to all the loving ardour with which I was
addressing Min. It completely spoiled the tableau; checking my eager
impetuosity in a moment, and causing me to remain, tongue-tied, in a
state of almost hopeless embarrassment.
Picture the unexpected presentment of the statue of "The Commander"
before Don Giovanni, and his horror at hearing words proceed from marble
lips! You will, then, be able to form some faint idea of my feelings,
when my pleasant position was thus interrupted by Min's mother. I was
altogether "nonplussed," to use a vulgar but expressive word.
Had she not come in so opportunely--or inopportunely, as _you_ may
think--I don't know what I might not have said.
You see, I was close to my darling, bending down over her and looking
into her beautiful face. I was fathoming the depths of her soul-
lighted, lustrous grey eyes; and, contiguity is sometimes apt in such
circumstances, I am told, to hurry one into the rashness of desperation,
bringing matters to a crisis. However, Mrs Clyde's entrance stopped
all this. I was brought up all at once, "with a round turn," like a
horse in full gallop pulled back on his haunches; or, "all standing," as
a boat with her head to the wind--whichever simile you may best prefer.
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