Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
As he spoke, the door was thrown widely open, and a lady entered dressed
entirely in white and very deeply veiled, followed by Fanny Mowbray and
Mr. Cartwright.
A heavy sense of faintness seized on the heart of Helen, but she stood
up and endeavoured to advance; Rosalind, on the contrary, stepped back
and seated herself in the darkest corner of the room; while Charles
hastily walked towards the veiled lady, and in a voice thick from
emotion, exclaimed, "My mother!"
"Yes, Charles!" she replied; "your mother; but no longer a widowed,
desolate mother, shrinking before the unnatural rebuke of her son. I
would willingly have acted with greater appearance of deliberation, but
your conduct rendered this impossible. Mr. Cartwright! permit me to
present you to this hot-headed young man and his sister, as my husband
and their father."
This terrible but expected annunciation was received in total silence.
Mowbray seemed to think only of his sister; for without looking towards
the person thus solemnly presented to him, he turned to her, and taking
her by the arm, said, "Helen!--you had better sit down."
Fanny, who had entered the room immediately after her mother, looked
pale and frightened; but though she fixed a tearful eye on Helen, she
attempted not to approach her.
Mr. Cartwright himself stood beside his bride, or rather a little in
advance of her: his tall person drawn up to its greatest height.
Meekness, gentleness, and humility appeared to have his lips in their
keeping; but unquenchable triumph was running riot in his eyes, and
flashed upon every individual before him with a very unequivocal and
somewhat scornful air of authority.
This tableau endured till the door was again thrown open, and one by one
the servants entered, forming at last a long line completely across the
room. When all were in their marshalled places, which here, as
elsewhere, were in as exact conformity to the received order of
precedence as if they had been nobles at a coronation, the lady bride
again lifted her voice and addressed them thus: "I have called you all
together on the present occasion in order to inform you that Mr.
Cartwright is my husband and your master. I hope it is unnecessary for
me to say that every thing in the family must henceforward be submitted
solely to his pleasure, and that his commands must on all occasions
supersede those of every other person. I trust you will all show
yourselves sensible of the inestimable blessing I have bestowed upon you
in thus giving you a master who can lead you unto everlasting life; and
as I have married for the glory of Heaven, so I trust to receive its
blessing upon the same, and to see every member of my family advancing
daily under the guidance of their earthly master's hand to that state
which shall ensure them favour from their heavenly one in the life to
come. Amen! Repeat, I beg you--all of you repeat with me Amen!"
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