The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides" — John Shaqi
The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
He sprang from his horse in time to assist the old gentleman and the
young ladies to alight.
And they all entered the house, where Drusilla was greeted by a pleasant
surprise.
CHAPTER III.
SURPRISES.
Were her eyes open? Yes, and her mouth, too;
Surprise has this effect to make one dumb,
Yet leave the gate which eloquence slips through
As wide as if a long speech were to come.—BYRON.
The family party first separated to go to their several chambers to lay
aside their outside wrappings and to prepare for their early Sunday
dinner.
Then they met in the drawing-room.
Drusilla, who had more to do than the others, was the latest to join
them.
Her baby, that had slept soundly during the long ride from church, was
now awake and required attention.
While she was engaged in her sweet maternal duties, she received a
message from General Lyon requesting that his godson might be brought
down into the drawing-room before dinner.
So as soon as the young mother had made herself and her child
presentable, she went down-stairs, followed by the nurse carrying the
babe.
On the threshold of the room she paused in pleased surprise, and not so
much at the value of the presents displayed before her, as at the new
instance of kindness on the part of her friends.
On a round table covered with a fine crimson cloth were laid the
christening offerings, of great splendor for their kind.
There was a richly chased silver casket filled with gold coins from
General Lyon. There was a baby’s silver gilt service—consisting of
waiter, pap bowl, water jug, and drinking mug, cream pot, sugar basin,
sugar tongs and spoons—from Dick. And there was a coral and bells of the
finest coral, purest gold, and most superb workmanship, from Anna.
“Dear uncle! dear Anna and Dick, how kind, oh how kind, you all are to
me and my boy! I cannot tell you how much I feel your kindness. I am
very grateful; and I hope, oh, I hope, my dear little Leonard will live
to thank you!” fervently exclaimed Drusilla, pressing the hand of her
aged benefactor to her heart, and lifting her eyes full of loving
gratitude to her young friends, who stood side by side enjoying her
delight.
“My dear, it gives us as much pleasure to offer you these little tokens
of our affection as it can possibly give you to receive them,” answered
General Lyon, drawing her towards him and touching her forehead with his
lips.
“It does indeed, sweet cousin,” added Dick.
And Anna, for her answer, silently kissed the young mother.
“And now to dinner, which has been announced for twenty minutes,” smiled
the old gentleman, drawing Drusilla’s arm within his own and leading the
way to the dining-room, where a feast of unusual elegance was laid in
honor of the occasion.
The day closed in serene enjoyment.
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