The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“Yes, darling, I love you now,” she said, removing Katy’s clinging arms
and taking care that they should not enfold her a second time. “You are
tired and cold,” she continued; “and had better go at once to your
rooms. I will send Esther up. There is plenty of time to dress for
dinner,” and with a wave of her hand she dismissed Katy up the stairs,
noticing as she went the exquisite softness of her fur cloak; but
thinking it too heavy a garment for her slight figure, and noticing,
too, the graceful ankle and foot which the little high-heeled gaiter
showed to good advantage. “I did not see her face distinctly, but she
has a well-turned instep and walks easily,” was the report she carried
to her daughters, who, in their own room over Katy’s, were dressing for
dinner.
“She will undoubtedly make a good dancer, then, unless, like Dr. Grant,
she is too blue for that,” Juno said, while Bell shrugged her shoulders,
congratulating herself that she had a mind above such frivolous matters
as dancing and well-turned insteps, and wondering if Katy cared in the
least for books.
“Couldn’t you see her face at all, mother?” Juno asked.
“Scarcely; but the glimpse I did get was satisfactory. I think she is
pretty.”
And this was all the sisters could ascertain until their toilets were
finished, and they went down into the library, where their brother
waited for them, kissing them both affectionately, and complimenting
them on their good looks.
“I wish we could say the same of you,” Juno answered, playfully pulling
his moustache; “but upon my word, Will, you are fast settling down into
an oldish married man, even turning gray,” and she ran her fingers
through his dark hair, where there was now and then a thread of silver.
“Disappointed in your domestic relations, eh?” she continued, looking
him archly in the face.
Wilford was rather proud of his good looks, and during his sojourn
aboard, Katy had not helped him any in overcoming this weakness, but on
the contrary, had fed his vanity by constant flattery. And still he was
himself conscious of not looking quite as well as usual just now, for
the sea voyage had tired him as well as Katy, but he did not care to be
told of it, and Juno’s ill-timed remarks roused him at once,
particularly as they reflected somewhat on Katy.
“I assure you I am not disappointed,” he answered, “and the six months
of my married life have been the happiest I ever knew. Katy is more than
I expected her to be.”
Juno elevated her eyebrows slightly, but made no direct reply, while
Bell began to ask about Paris and the places he had visited.
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