The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 3, March, 1852Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 3, March, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"Describe them! I! impossible;" and his features, which had relaxed from
their habitual sternness while he spoke to her, suddenly assumed an
expression of severity which almost terrified her; the color mounted to
her fair face, as she felt that, perhaps, her request had been
unwarrantable to a perfect stranger. He saw her embarrassment, and
instantly the smile of singular sweetness, which at times rendered his
countenance almost beautiful, dispersed the passing shadow.
"You must excuse my abruptness," he said; "I have been so little
accustomed of late to the society of such as you are; but, indeed, it
were better you should go unbiased to receive your first impression of
your relations. Did you say you had never seen any of them?"
"None. I have lived all my life with my old dear grandfather in Ireland,
far from any town in the old house, among the wild green hills, which
was my poor mother's home. I never saw either of my parents, but I have
heard so much of her I seem quite to know her; my heart and spirit know
her; whereas of my father, and his family, I know literally nothing."
"The time is at hand, then," he said, pointing to the beach; "there
stands Sir Michael's carriage to convey you to the Abbey." She turned
her sweet countenance with a timid, anxious look to the shore, and he
gazed at her evidently with deep interest; suddenly he addressed her:
"You wished me to describe your cousins to you, and I could not; but
now, when I think that you are going quite alone amongst them all, I
feel strangely tempted to give you one caution: think what you will of
the others, and be as friendly with them as your heart prompts you, but
beware of----." A name seemed trembling on his lips; he plainly
struggled to utter it, and then some thought checked him. "No," he said,
speaking more to himself than to her, "it were an act of blind, human
policy to seek to shield her by any earthly scheming from the approach
of evil; let her go, powerful in her own innocence and purity of heart;
what better safeguard can she have than that deep guilelessness?" He saw
that she gazed at him in astonishment as he spoke--"You will scarce
regret," he continued, smiling, "that our acquaintance is drawing to a
close; I must seem to have dealt very strangely by you; and I have yet a
request to make before we part, which will, I fear, yet astonish you
still more. Will you promise me not to mention to any individual
whatever at Randolph Abbey that you have met me? you do not know my
name, but they would recognize me by your description, and I earnestly
desire I should not be spoken of amongst them." The fair, candid eyes
assumed an expression of gravity.
"Pray do not ask me this, for I cannot endure concealments."
"That I can well believe," he answered. "I would fancy your young mind
clear and limpid as the purest waters; but trust me, that I do not make
the request without a reason you would yourself approve of; you would
not wish to give pain to any one I know."
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