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
"Dear me! I have forgot something up stairs," cried Emily, starting up
and going towards the door with her face turned entirely from me. But
she passed two looking-glasses ere she reached the end of the room,
and the first showed me something very bright swimming in her eyes and
reflecting the light from the windows; the second displayed those
bright drops running rapidly over her eyelashes, and rolling down her
cheeks. I was by her side in a moment, and, closing the door she had
partly opened, I drew her gently back to the sofa, where, holding her
fondly to my heart, I kissed away the tears from that beloved cheek.
"Dear Emily," I said, "never believe that I am going to marry any one
in the whole world, if Emily Somers will not accept me herself."
It were tedious, perhaps, to detail all that followed. I soon gained a
confession that I was loved as I could desire, but I could not make
Emily promise to be mine positively, till I had spoken both to her
father and my mother, and as we knew that neither would consent to our
union before I had reached one-and-twenty years of age, and judged
that they might make us spend the interval apart if we mentioned the
matter before, we determined--or rather I determined both for Emily
and myself--to say nothing upon the subject till that period had
arrived. The familiarity which had already existed between us gave us
every opportunity of expressing our feelings to each other, and I
promised Emily to claim her hand without further concealment, on the
very day that should see me the master of my own actions.
I knew Emily too well to feel one doubt from the moment that she told
me her heart was mine, and I even took no small pleasure in seeing the
attention and admiration she excited when, at my wish, my mother took
her out into society, and gave several large parties at our own house,
for the purpose of introducing her. At these parties I paid her
ordinary attentions, but no more; and left her entirely to her own
guidance in regard to her conduct towards other men: and yet I cannot
but say, that amongst all who flattered, and courted, and sought the
beautiful heiress of the rich banker, I never saw her give the
slightest encouragement to any one but myself.
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