Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
Fanny, his friends and kinsfolk being ever in her memory, made an effort
which seemed to combat instinct, and put out her little hand to welcome
him; but before he was fully aware of the honour, for indeed his eyes
were fixed upon her elder sister, she coloured, and withdrew it again,
satisfying her hospitable feelings by pronouncing simply his name, but
with a sort of indistinctness in the accent which seemed to signify that
something more had either preceded or followed it.
This word, the only one which greeted him, brought him instantly to her
side, and even gave him the prodigious audacity to offer his arm, which,
however, she did not accept; for at that moment the hook of her parasol
became entangled in the fringe of her shawl, and it seemed to require
vast patience and perseverance to extricate it. Still, notwithstanding
this little disappointment, he kept close to her side, for Helen leaned
upon the arm of her brother; and, though still persuaded that by the aid
of his reverend cousin he should be able to obtain her, and pretty
nearly every thing else he wished for, he had no particular inclination
to renew the courtship he had begun on the journey in the presence of
Charles.
Fanny, therefore, and her attendant entered the house together; while
the rest wheeled off in order to avail themselves of a postern entrance,
by which the ladies might reach their rooms without any risk of again
encountering Mr. Corbold, who by a sort of tacit consent seemed equally
avoided by all.
The survey which this person was taking of the premises when the walking
party returned was neither the first, second, third, nor fourth which he
had had the opportunity of making since their setting out; for, in
obedience to Mr. Cartwright's hint, he had no sooner received from Mrs.
Mowbray, under the instructions from that reverend person, the orders
necessary for the new arrangements about to be made, than he
retired,--the vicar remaining with the widow and the keys of her
title-deeds, which perhaps he had reason for thinking would be as safe
anywhere else as in his cousin Stephen's pocket.
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