Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
This young man had for the two or three last years seen but little of
the Mowbray family, having been abroad during nearly the whole of that
time; but he returned with something very like a tender recollection of
Helen's having been the prettiest little nymph at fifteen that he had
ever beheld, and her appearance at this moment was not calculated to
make him think she had lost her delicate beauty during his absence. Her
slight tall figure was shown to great advantage by her mourning dress;
and the fair and abundant curls that crowded round her face, now a
little flushed by exercise and agitation, made her altogether as pretty
a creature in her peculiar style as a young soldier would wish to look
upon.
The coal-black hair and sparkling dark eyes of Rosalind, her ruby lips
and pearl-like teeth, her exquisite little figure, and the general air
of piquant vivacity which made her perfectly radiant when animated,
rendered her in most eyes the more attractive of the two; but Colonel
Harrington did not think so; and giving her one glance of
curiosity,--for he had never seen her before,--he decided, that neither
she, nor any other woman he had ever beheld, could compare in loveliness
with his former friend and favourite.
His greeting to Helen was just what might be expected from a man who had
known her with great intimacy when she was some half-dozen inches
shorter, and who felt the strongest possible desire to renew the
acquaintance with as little delay as possible.
"Helen Mowbray!" he exclaimed, springing forward and seizing her hand,
"how delighted I am to see you! How is dear little Fanny?--how is
Charles? I trust you have none of you forgotten me?"
Helen blushed deeply at the unexpected ardour of this address from a
very tall, handsome, fashionable-looking personage, whose face she
certainly would not have recognised had she met him accidentally: but a
happy smile accompanied the blush, and he had no reason to regret the
politic freedom of his first salutation, which had thus enabled him to
pass over an infinity of gradations towards the intimacy he coveted, at
one single step placing him at once on the footing of a familiar friend.
It was indeed nearly impossible that Helen could be offended by the
freedom; for not only was it sanctioned by the long-established union of
their two families, but at this moment she could not but be pleased at
finding another dear old friend in the garrison, who would be sure to
add his influence to that of her godmother, that what she so greatly
wished to obtain should not be refused.
Before they reached the breakfast-room, therefore, the most perfect
understanding was established between them. Her friend Miss Torrington
was gaily introduced, for her heart felt gladdened by this important
addition to her supporters in the cause she had undertaken; and she was
disposed to believe that Rosalind's proposal to make this alarming visit
would turn out to have been one of the most fortunate things that ever
happened.
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