The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
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Wilmot stopped here, and looked at his companion; but Ronald's head
was turned away, and he made no movement; so Wilmot proceeded.
I--I scarcely know how to go on here; but I determined to tell you
all, and I will go through with it. You cannot tell, you cannot have
the smallest idea of what I have suffered. You were pleased to call me
a man of honour: God alone knows how I struggled to deserve that title
from you, from every member of Miss Kilsyth's family. I succeeded so
well, that until I noticed the expression of your face yesterday, I
believed no one on earth knew of the state of my feelings towards that
young lady. At Kilsyth, when I first felt the fascination creeping
over me; when I found that there was another, a better and a brighter
be-all and end-all for human existence than I had previously imagined;
when I found that the whole of my career had hitherto lacked, and
under then existent circumstances was likely to lack, all that could
make it worth running after, the want had been discovered; I did my
best to shut my eyes to what might have been, and to content myself
with what was. I knew that though my--my wife and I had never
professed any extravagant affection for each other; that though we had
never been lovers, in the common acceptation of the word, she had
discharged her duty most faithfully to me, and that I should be a
scoundrel to be untrue to her in thought--in word, of course, from
other considerations, it was impossible. I did my best, and my best
availed. I succeeded so far, that I left your father's house with the
knowledge that my secret was locked in my own breast, and that I had
never made the slightest tentative advance to your sister, to see if
she were even aware of its existence. More than this. During my
attendance on Miss Kilsyth, I had discovered that she was suffering
from a threatening of what the world calls consumption. I felt it my
duty to mention this to your father, and he requested me to attend her
professionally when the family returned to London. I agreed--to him;
but I had long reflection on the subject during my return journey, and
had almost decided to decline, on some pretext or another.
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