"Perhaps not," said Charlotte; "I can love enough to feel a great and
deep interest in those who are dear to me, but I never yet have
experienced such emotions as you describe--I believe, in this
particular, you have formed a just opinion of me, Mr. Delafield; I
suspect such passions are not in the compass of my feelings."
"They are, they must be, Miss Henley: allow me to see you often, to
speak to your father, and at least to hope--may I not hope that in time
you will learn to think me a man to be trusted with your happiness as
your husband?"
The quiet which had governed the manner of Charlotte during this
dialogue, was sensibly affected by this appeal, and for a short time she
appeared too much embarrassed to reply. During this interval, Delafield
gazed on her, in delight; for with the sanguine feelings of youth, he
interpreted every symptom of emotion in his own favour. Finding,
however, that she was distressed for a reply, he renewed his suit--
"Though I have known you but a few days, I feel as if I had known you
for years. There are, I believe, Miss Henley, spirits in the world who
commune with each other imperceptibly, who seem formed for each other,
and who know and love each other as by instinct."
"I have no pretensions to belong to that class," said Charlotte; "I must
know well to love a little, but I trust I feel kind sentiments to the
whole human race."
"Ah, you do not know yourself. You have lived all your life in the
neighbourhood of that Mr. Morton who just went out, and you feel pity
for his illness. He does indeed look very ill--but you have yet to learn
what it is to love. I ask the high favour of being permitted to attempt
the office of--of--of--"
"Of teaching me!" said Charlotte with a smile.
"No--that word is too presumptuous--too coarse--"
"Hear me, Mr. Delafield," said Miss Henley after a short pause, during
which she seemed to have experienced some deep and perhaps painful
emotions--"I cannot undertake to give you a reason for my conduct--very
possibly I have no good one; but I feel that I should be doing you
injustice by encouraging what you are pleased to call hopes--I wish to
be understood now, as saying that I cannot consent to your expecting
that I should ever become your wife."
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