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
For my part I hastened back to the Clarendon, and instantly wrote a
now to my friend B----, begging him to come to me directly; and even
while waiting his arrival, I sat down, I am sorry to say, with all the
fierce feelings of a Cain in my heart, and penned a note to the man
who had so bitterly injured me, calling upon him to meet me the next
morning in order to atone with his blood for the calumnies he had
uttered against me. In less than half an hour B---- was with me; and I
put the note into his hands, telling him the fact which had given rise
to such a measure. He read it over; but did not approve. It was so
fierce, he said, and violent, that he could not let me send it. I then
told him to dictate one to me, and I would write it, provided it
admitted of no compromise; for I would accept no apology. He agreed,
and I sat down to the task; but ere I had written the first words the
waiter came in and put a note into my hand.
It was from Emily, and contained but a few words, but those few words
were important. She wrote to me, she said, to warn me, lest I should
madly hurry forward to destroy both her happiness and mine. From what
I had let drop, she continued, while speaking with her, as well as
from the noise she had heard after she had left me, she augured ill of
my intentions towards the man who had injured me, and she wrote to
prevent me from committing an act which would place an eternal bar
between her and me. Her religion, she said, and all her feelings
taught her to look upon the man who killed another in a duel as a
murderer, and such a one should never have her hand. She could not,
she added, and would not attempt to argue the matter at length with
me, but she thought it right at once to inform me, however dearly she
might love me, she would never, under any change of circumstances,
become my wife if Alfred Wild were slain by my hand. A few words of
tenderness were added, which went sweetly to my heart, but did not at
all tend to make me suppose that Emily would fail in keeping her
determination. I knew her too well to believe that she would change;
and starting up, somewhat to B----'s surprise, I walked in much
agitation once or twice up and down the room. I felt myself obliged,
at length, to show him Emily's letter, and after some further
explanation, he advised me kindly to let the matter rest for the
present, as I had vindicated my own honour by inflicting personal
chastisement upon my adversary.
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