The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truthGuernsey, Lucy Ellen
History
The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truth
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Juvenile fiction; Historical fiction; Huguenots -- France -- Juvenile fiction
I do not think that I ever spent two happier weeks in all my life. For
one thing, I was at peace with myself. The events of the last month had
aroused my conscience and wakened the religious principles implanted
by education to new life. I laid aside the dreams of worldly pleasure
and ambition, which usually occupied so much of my time, and kept my
conscience in a state of chronic discomfort, and I really did begin to
experience some of those higher and holier joys of which poor Lucille
had spoken in that memorable conference of ours. True, we were still
under the power of our enemies—still in danger at any time of losing
liberty and life. But one becomes used to danger as to everything else,
and somehow to me the presence of my cousin seemed a protection, though
if I had been asked why, I could not have told for my life.
Andrew was very earnest with my parents to consent to our being married
immediately. He said, and with some show of reason, that he should then
have the right to protect me, whatever happened, and that the fact of
my father's daughter having married a British subject might be some
advantage to him. This, however, my father doubted. He had no idea that
the English government would quarrel with Louis on any such frivolous
pretext.
Both he and my mother were opposed to such early marriages, though they
were common enough at the time. And moreover, they wished to learn a
little more about Andrew before giving their only child wholly into his
hands. So the matter was postponed for an indefinite time.
Of course I should have acquiesced in any arrangement made by my
honored parents, and I do not think I should have found any difficulty
in doing so, for, as I have said, I liked Andrew better and better
every day. But my heart had not awaked to love in its highest sense.
I looked upon Andrew as a big brother, very nice to play with, and to
order about, but that was all. I had, besides, very high though very
indefinite notions of the duties and responsibilities of a married
woman, and dreaded assuming them, all the more because my mind was more
awakened to a sense of duty than it had ever been before. On the whole
I very much preferred to let matters remain as they were.
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