The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
At a dancing party where we met, she was thrown on my hands by her
ungovernable vehemence, and I, as I had told Lady Wilts, not being able
to understand the liking of twenty for forty (fifty would have been
nearer the actual mark, or sixty), offered her no lively sympathy. I
believe she had requested my father to pay public court to her. If
Captain DeWitt was to be trusted, she desired him to dance, and dance
with her exclusively, and so confirm and defy the tattle of the town;
but my father hovered between the dowagers. She in consequence declined
to dance, which was the next worse thing she could do. An aunt, a
miserable woman, was on her left; on her right she contrived, too
frequently for my peace of mind, to reserve a vacant place for me, and
she eyed me intently across the room, under her persistent brows, until
perforce I was drawn to her side. I had to listen to a repetition of
sharp queries and replies, and affect a flattered gaiety, feeling
myself most uncomfortably, as Captain DeWitt (who watched us) said,
Chip the son of Block the father. By fixing the son beside her, she
defeated the father's scheme of coldness, and made it appear a
concerted piece of policy. Even I saw that. I saw more than I grasped.
Love for my father was to my mind a natural thing, a proof of taste and
goodness; women might love him; but the love of a young girl with the
morning's mystery about her! and for my progenitor!—a girl (as I
reflected in the midst of my interjections) well-built, clear-eyed,
animated, clever, with soft white hands and pretty feet; how could it
be? She was sombre as a sunken fire until he at last came round to her,
and then her sudden vivacity was surprising.
Affairs were no further advanced when I had to obey the squire's
commands and return to Riversley, missing the night of the grand ball
with no profound regret, except for my father's sake. He wrote soon
after one of his characteristic letters, to tell me that the ball had
been a success. Immediately upon this announcement, he indulged
luxurious reflections, as his manner was:
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