Lord Cumberworth got into his hackney-coach, and De Molton walked off
to his club, to snatch a hasty morsel, and return to South Audley
Street, there to ruminate sadly upon his future fate until his father
should join him. There was much of bitterness in his reflections. He
could not help repining at the unequal distribution of fortune, and
thinking it hard that the happiness of two beings should be wrecked
for lack of that contemptible thing, money. He almost doubted whether
he was acting rightly by Lady Blanche in abandoning her when she had
all but acknowledged her love for him. And yet, what could he do? His
worldly pelf consisted but of his pay, and the very moderate allowance
his father was able to make him. He had nothing to look to. His
father's property was entailed upon the eldest son--his circumstances
were embarrassed--he had been obliged to let Cumberworth Hall, and
lived principally in London, making an occasional excursion to some
watering-place: there was no chance of his saving money, and there
were twelve of them to divide the fifty thousand pounds settled on
younger children. Lady Blanche certainly had no dislike to Glenrith,
or she would never have accepted him: and who could know Glenrith,
and not learn to value and to love his kind feelings and singleness
of heart? The more he reflected, the more strengthened he was in his
purpose. When he was far away, she would assuredly forget the slight
prepossession she had entertained for him, and she would soon give her
whole heart to Glenrith. When he had brought his reasonings to this
most desirable point, he found it infinitely more painful than any
other view of the subject.
His father returned about ten o'clock, and after arranging to write
immediately to the person with whom they had been in treaty for the
exchange, and to lose no time in procuring the proper stock of articles
necessary for the voyage, as there was a possibility of the regiment
sailing within a fortnight, they agreed to leave London the following
afternoon, and to join the rest of the family at Brighton.
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