The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
English fiction -- 19th century
"You _do_ let me squeeze your hand, and you do _not_ pretend to be
offended because a man tells you he loves you! Who would have thought
you were such an open-hearted, dear creature, without a bit of
nonsense? Now, give me your other hand--there's a dear, beautiful girl
as you are, and we may ride now to the world's end together. Perhaps,
when we are married, you will ride with me to see the hounds throw off.
I shall only hunt then three times a week. Lady Wetheral frightened me
properly, when she forbid my riding with you; however, I shall stay
here to-day, and we can talk over things. You will walk with me, my
dear girl, won't you?"
"I am in a labyrinth, I really am bewildered, Mr. Pynsent," replied
Miss Wetheral, timidly. "Do not fancy me silly, but I really am
bewildered, and hardly know what to say."
"You have said enough, quite enough," cried Tom Pynsent, squeezing
her poor hands into his enormous palms. "You have accepted me, and I
shan't allow you to leave me; I shall follow you like a dog till we are
married: a little walk will be the very thing to refresh you. Let us
walk in the park, and look at the Wrekin, and talk of our wedding-day."
Miss Wetheral mechanically obeyed her lover's request; and they were
deeply absorbed in conversation, pacing up and down the avenue, when
the party drove home from Shrewsbury.
"Mrs. Primrose has succeeded tolerably well, Sir John," observed
Lady Wetheral, in the interim between Tom Pynsent's departure and
the lighting of the chamber-candles--"Mrs. Primrose has caught Mr.
Thornhill, in despite of your alarms." This was whispered to reach Sir
John's ear only.
Lady Ennismore had something very obliging to say, and whenever she
spoke, her flattering compliments soothed the ear of her object--she
only framed sentences of compliment.
"My dear Miss Wetheral, a certain gentleman's gallant and unequivocal
admiration of a nameless beauty, proves his excellent discriminating
powers. I admire the lover, and approve his suit. I wish I had a
daughter who was fortunate enough to attract Mr. Pynsent."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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