The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
Roving over the earth as I did, from time to time, I had made some
friends and a good many acquaintances; but I did not give them great
facilities of rivalling me in Emily's affection. At Mr. Somers's house
I had my own apartments, where I received my own visitors--not indeed
with any confessed purpose of keeping them away from Emily, but
perhaps with some latent feeling of jealousy, which endured till I
felt certain that I possessed her love in return. In such matters I
was much more learned than she was, and soon found out the state of my
own heart, but I did not so easily convince myself of the state of
her's; for sisterly affection was too cold a return to satisfy so
ardent a nature as mine, and I feared that the feelings which she
entertained towards me might be of no warmer a kind. Perhaps, indeed,
if I had always remained near her, her feelings might have remained
such as I feared they might be; but I was absent from time to time,
and returned from a long visit to Paris, just at that period of
Emily's life when a woman's heart is most open to the more powerful
affections. That she would marry me if I asked her, I felt sure, but I
wished her to love me with all that thrilling ardour which I felt
towards her, and I only learned to believe that she did so by one of
those sudden glimpses which accident sometimes gives us into the
best-concealed feelings. I was accustomed to treat her in every
respect as a sister, to employ every endearing term towards her, and
to use all those kind familiarities which one does to a dear and near
relative. Thus one day, when I was in my twentieth year, and she was
approaching eighteen, I returned from some visits I had been paying,
and, finding her alone in the drawing-room at work, I sat down beside
her, and threw my arm lightly round her.
"I have been spending part of the morning, Emily," I said, "with your
friend Helen ----" (naming a very lovely girl, who was a frequent
visitor at our house); and, as I spoke, I could see the colour come
and go in Emily's cheek in a manner that excited my curiosity.
After a moment, however, she raised her eyes, and said, "She is a very
charming girl indeed, James, and I dare say will make an amiable
wife."
"I dare say she will, Emily," I answered with a smile; "pray do you
know who is to be the happy man?"
"Oh, James, James," she said, shaking her head in a manner that she
meant to be wholly playful, but which certainly had a touch of sadness
in it, "do not try to be mysterious with me, my dear brother. I heard
papa and mamma talking about it this morning, and saying what a good
thing it would be for you and her."
"And did you believe it, Emily?" I exclaimed. "Could you be so
mistaken? But I am glad you have told me, dear girl, for certainly I
will never set my foot in that house again alone, till Helen ---- is
married."
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