Tales and Novels — Volume 03: BelindaEdgeworth, Maria
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Tales and Novels — Volume 03: Belinda
Edgeworth, Maria
Courtship -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
attached to some other woman, she hoped that she could freely converse
with him, and look upon him as a married man; but notwithstanding the
lock of beautiful hair, she could not entirely divest herself of the
idea that she was beloved, when she observed the extreme eagerness with
which Clarence Hervey watched all her motions, and followed her with his
eye as if his fate depended upon her. She remarked that he endeavoured
as much as possible to prevent this species of attention from being
noticed, either by the public or by herself; his manner towards her
every day became more distant and respectful, more constrained and
embarrassed; but now and then a different look and expression escaped.
She had often heard of Mr. Hervey’s great _address_ in affairs of
gallantry, and she was sometimes inclined to believe that he was
trifling with her, merely for the glory of a conquest over her heart; at
other times she suspected him of deeper designs upon her, such as would
deserve contempt and detestation; but upon the whole she was disposed
to believe that he was entangled by some former attachment from which he
could not extricate himself with honour; and upon this supposition she
thought him worthy of her esteem, and of her pity.
About this time Sir Philip Baddely began to pay a sort of lounging
attention to Belinda: he knew that Clarence Hervey liked her, and this
was the principal cause of his desire to attract her attention. “Belinda
Portman” became his favourite toast, and amongst his companions he gave
himself the air of talking of her with rapture.
“Rochfort,” said he, one day, to his friend, “damme, if I was to think
of Belinda Portman in _any way_--you take me--Clary would look damned
blue--hey?--damned blue, and devilish small, and cursed silly too--hey?”
“‘Pon honour, I should like to see him,” said Rochfort: “‘pon honour, he
deserves it from us, Sir Phil, and I’ll stand your friend with the girl,
and it will do no harm to give her a hint of Clary’s Windsor flame, as a
dead secret--‘pon honour, he deserves it from us.”
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