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
“Oh, Clarence Hervey, I protest!” cried Lady Delacour, as he at this
instant entered the room. “Do, pray, Clarence, help me out, for the sake
of this young lady, with a moral sentence against novel reading: but
that might go against your conscience, or your interest; so we’ll spare
you. How I regret that we had not the charming serpent at the masquerade
the other night!”
The moment her ladyship mentioned the masquerade, the conversation
which had passed at Lady Singleton’s came full into Clarence Hervey’s
recollection, and his embarrassment was evident--not indeed to Belinda,
who had turned away to look over some new music that lay upon a stand
at the farthest end of the room; and she found this such a wonderfully
interesting occupation, that she did not for some minutes hear, or
appear to hear, one word of the conversation which was going on between
Mr. Hervey and Lady Delacour. At last, her ladyship tapped her upon
the shoulder, saying, in a playful tone, “Miss Portman, I arrest your
attention at the suit of Clarence Hervey: this gentleman is passionately
fond of music--to my curse--for he never sees my harp but he worries
me with reproaches for having left off playing upon it. Now he has just
given me his word that he will not reproach me again for a month to come
if you will favour us with one air. I assure you, Clarence, that Belinda
touches a harp divinely--she would absolutely charm----” “Your ladyship
should not waste such valuable praise,” interrupted Belinda. “Do you
forget that Belinda Portman and her accomplishments have already been as
well advertised as Packwood’s razor-strops?”
The manner in which these words were pronounced made a great impression
upon Clarence Hervey, and he began to believe it was possible that a
niece of the match-making Mrs. Stanhope might not be “a compound of
art and affectation.” “Though her aunt has advertised her,” said he to
himself, “she seems to have too much dignity to advertise herself, and
it would be very unjust to blame her for the faults of another person. I
will see more of her.”
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