Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction
"What have I said, Annie?"
"Nothing--nothing--only do not flatter me."
"It is the very truth."
"Let it pass?--it is nothing." She was silent afterwards, like a person
in pain; all her childlike gaiety gone; and Hyde having a full share of
a man's stupidity about matters of pure feeling, did not for one moment
suspect why his praise should give her pain. He thought her objection
must come from some religious scruple.
The next evening however he had every reason to feel proud of his
cousin. She was really an exquisite little creature; angels would have
given her all she wished, she was so charming. The touch of phantasy
and flame in her nature illumined her face, and no one could look at
her without feeling that a fervent and transparent soul gazed from
eyes, so lambent with soft spiritual fire. This impression was enhanced
by her childlike gown of white crape over soft white silk; it suggested
her sweet fretless life, and also something unknown and unseen in her
very simplicity.
Hyde, who was dressed in the very finest mode, was proud to take her on
his arm; and the Earl watched them with a fond and faithful hope that
all would soon fall out as he desired it. He could not indeed imagine a
man remaining unimpressed by a beauty so captivating to the highest
senses. "It will be as we wish," he said to his Countess as they
watched them entering the waiting coach; and she answered with that
smile of admission, which has always its reserved opinion.
Mrs. Washington's parlours were crowded when they entered them, but the
splendid throng gave the highest expression of their approval possible,
by that involuntary silence which indicates a pleased astonishment. The
Earl at once presented his niece to Mrs. Washington, and afterwards to
the President, who as a guest of Mrs. Washington was walking about the
rooms talking to the ladies present. Resplendent in purple and white
satin and the finest of laces, the august man captivated Lady Annie at
the first glance. She curtsied with inimitable grace, and would have
kissed the hand he held out to her, had he permitted the homage. For a
few minutes he remained in conversation with the party, then he went
forward, and Hyde turning with his beautiful charge, met Cornelia face
to face.
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