Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction
Doctor Moran divined perfectly this taste for gossip and MEDICINAL
sympathy combined, and to administer it was, to him, more nauseous than
his own bitterest drugs. So in these days he was not a cheerful man to
live with, and Cornelia's beauty and radiant happiness affected him
very much as Hyde's pronounced satisfaction affected Arenta. One
morning, as he was returning home after a round of disagreeable visits,
he saw Cornelia and Hyde coming up Broadway together. They were
sauntering side by side in all the lazy happiness of perfect love; and
as he looked at them the sorrow of an immense disillusion filled him to
the lips. He had believed himself, as yet, to be the first and the
dearest in his child's love; but in that moment his eyes were opened,
and he felt as if he had been suddenly thrust out from it and the door
closed upon him.
He did the wisest thing possible: he went home to his wife. She heard
him ride with clattering haste into the stone court, and soon after
enter the house from the back, banging every door after him. She knew
then that something had angered him--that he was in that temper which
makes a woman cry, but which a man can only relieve by noisy or
emphatic movement of some kind. A resolute look came into her face and
she said to herself, "John has always had his own way--and my way also;
but Cornelia's way--the child must surely have something to say about
that."
"Where is Cornelia, Ava?" He asked the question with a quick glance
round the room, as if he expected to find her present.
"Cornelia is not at home to-day."
"Is she ever at home now?"
"You know that Arenta's wedding--"
"Arenta's wedding! I am tired to death of it: I have heard nothing this
morning but Arenta's wedding. Why the deuce! should my house be turned
upside down and inside out for Arenta's wedding? Women have been
married before Arenta Van Ariens, and women will be married after her.
What is all this fuss about?"
"You know--"
"Bless my soul! of course I know. I know one thing at least, that I
have just met Cornelia and that young fop George Hyde coming up the
street together, as if they two alone were in the world. They never saw
me, they could see nothing but themselves."
"Men and women have done such a thing before, John, and they will do it
again. Cornelia is a beautiful girl; it is natural that she should have
a lover."
"It is very unnatural that she should choose for her lover the son of
my worst enemy."
"I am sure you wrong General Hyde. When was he your enemy? How could he
be your enemy?"
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