Adventure stories; Fiction; Mystery fiction; Short stories
I had been already shocked by his lighting a cigar without permission,
for I had not forgotten the one he threw away on our first meeting; and
now, at these explicit insults, I resolved at once to reconquer his
esteem. The judgment of the world I have consistently despised, but I
had already begun to set a certain value on the good opinion of my
entertainer. Beginning with a note of pathos, but soon brightening into
my habitual vivacity and humour, I rapidly narrated the circumstances of
my birth, my flight, and subsequent misfortunes. He heard me to an end
in silence, gravely smoking. ‘Miss Fanshawe,’ said he, when I had done,
‘you are a very comical and most enchanting creature; and I can see
nothing for it but that I should return to-morrow morning and satisfy
your landlady’s demands.’
‘You strangely misinterpret my confidence,’ was my reply; ‘and if you had
at all appreciated my character, you would understand that I can take no
money at your hands.’
‘Your landlady will doubtless not be so particular,’ he returned; ‘nor do
I at all despair of persuading even your unconquerable self. I desire
you to examine me with critical indulgence. My name is Henry Luxmore,
Lord Southwark’s second son. I possess nine thousand a year, the house
in which we are now sitting, and seven others in the best neighbourhoods
in town. I do not believe I am repulsive to the eye, and as for my
character, you have seen me under trial. I think you simply the most
original of created beings; I need not tell you what you know very well,
that you are ravishingly pretty; and I have nothing more to add, except
that, foolish as it may appear, I am already head over heels in love with
you.’
‘Sir,’ said I, ‘I am prepared to be misjudged; but while I continue to
accept your hospitality that fact alone should be enough to protect me
from insult.’
‘Pardon me,’ said he: ‘I offer you marriage.’ And leaning back in his
chair he replaced his cigar between his lips.
I own I was confounded by an offer, not only so unprepared, but couched
in terms so singular. But he knew very well how to obtain his purposes,
for he was not only handsome in person, but his very coolness had a
charm; and to make a long story short, a fortnight later I became the
wife of the Honourable Henry Luxmore.
For nearly twenty years I now led a life of almost perfect quiet. My
Henry had his weaknesses; I was twice driven to flee from his roof, but
not for long; for though he was easily over-excited, his nature was
placable below the surface, and with all his faults, I loved him
tenderly. At last he was taken from me; and such is the power of
self-deception, and so strange are the whims of the dying, he actually
assured me, with his latest breath, that he forgave the violence of my
temper!
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