The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 2 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
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His introduction to Madeleine Kilsyth! Ah, under what a new aspect she
now appeared! Chudleigh Wilmot knew the London world sufficiently to
be aware of the very different reception which he would get from it
now, how inconvenient matters would be forgotten or hushed over, and
how the heir of the rich and eccentric Mr. Foljambe would begin life
anew; the doctrine of metempsychosis having been thoroughly carried
out, and the body of the physician from which the new soul had sprung
having been conveyed into the outer darkness of forgetfulness. True,
some might remember how Mr. Wilmot, when he was in practice--so
honourable of him to maintain himself by his talents, you know, and
really considerable talents, and all that kind of thing--and before he
succeeded to his present large fortune, had attended Miss Kilsyth up
at their place in the Highlands, and brought her through a dangerous
illness, don't you know, and that made the affair positively romantic,
you see!--Bah! To Ronald Kilsyth himself the proposition would be
sufficiently acceptable now. The Captain had stood out, intelligibly
enough, fearing the misunderstanding of the world; but all that
misunderstanding would be set aside when the world saw that an
eligible suitor had proposed for one of its marriageable girls, more
especially when the eligible couple kept a good house and a liberal
table, and entertained as befitted their position in society.
Wilmot had pondered over this new position with a curled lip; but his
feelings softened marvellously, and his heart bounded within him, as
his thoughts turned towards Madeleine herself. Ah, if he had only
rightly interpreted that dropped glance, that heightened colour, that
confused yet trusting manner in the interview in the drawing-room! Ah,
if he had but read aright the secret of that childish trusting heart!
Madeleine, his love, his life, his wife! Madeleine, with all the
advantages of her own birth, the wealth which had now accrued to him,
and the respect which his position had gained for him!--could anything
be better? He had seen how men in society were courted, and flattered
and made much of for their wealth alone,--dolts, coarse, ignorant,
brainless, mannerless savages; and he--now he could rival them in
wealth, and excel them--ah, how far excel them!--in all other
desirable qualities!
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