The fashionable season closed without my adventuring to make a
declaration, though. I certainly had encouragement. I was not
perfectly sure that I had effected a lodgment in the young lady’s
heart; and, to tell the truth, the aunt overdid her part, and was
a little too extravagant in her liking of me. I knew that maiden
aunts were not apt to be captivated by the mere personal merits
of their nieces’ admirers, and I wanted to ascertain how much of
all this favor I owed to my driving an equipage and having great
expectations.
I had received many hints how charming their native town was
during the summer months; what pleasant society they had; and
what beautiful drives about the neighborhood. They had not,
therefore, returned home long, before I made my appearance in
dashing style, driving down the principal street. It is an easy
thing to put a little quiet cathedral town in a buzz. The very
next morning I was seen at prayers, seated in the pew of the
reigning belle. All the congregation was in a flutter. The
prebends eyed me from their stalls; questions were whispered
about the aisles after service, “who is he?” and “what is he?”
and the replies were as usual—“A young gentleman of good family
and fortune, and great expectations.”
I was pleased with the peculiarities of a cathedral town, where I
found I was a personage of some consequence. I was quite a
brilliant acquisition to the young ladies of the cathedral
circle, who were glad to have a beau that was not in a black coat
and clerical wig.
You must know that there was a vast distinction between the
classes of society of the town. As it was a place of some trade,
there were many wealthy inhabitants among the commercial and
manufacturing classes, who lived in style and gave many
entertainments. Nothing of trade, however, was admitted into the
cathedral circle—faugh! the thing could not be thought of. The
cathedral circle, therefore, was apt to be very select, very
dignified, and very dull. They had evening parties, at which the
old ladies played cards with the prebends, and the young ladies
sat and looked on, and shifted from one chair to another about
the room, until it was time to go home.
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