The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)Burney, Fanny
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The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
Elinor, appeased, said, 'You are such a compound of mystery, that one
extraordinary thing is not more difficult to credit in you, than
another. My design, as you will find, in making you speak instead of
myself, is a stroke of Machievalian policy; for it will finish both
suspences at once; since if, when you talk to him of me, he thinks only
of my agent, how will he refrain, in answering your embassy, to betray
himself? If, on the contrary, when he finds his scruples removed about
his brother, he should feel his heart penetrated by the cause of that
brother's dismission--Ah Ellis!--But let us not anticipate act the
third. The second alone can decide, whether it will conclude the piece
with an epithalamium--or a requiem!'
She then disappeared.
Ellis saw her no more till the next morning, when, entering the chamber,
breathless with haste and agitation, 'The moment,' she cried, 'is come!
I have sent out Aunt Maple, and Selina, upon visits for the whole
morning; and I have called Harleigh into my dressing-room. There,
wondering, he waits; I shall introduce you, and wait, in my turn, till,
in ten minutes' time, you follow, to give me the argument of the third
and last act of my drama.'
Ellis, alarmed at what might be the result, would again have supplicated
to be excused; but Elinor, proudly saying, 'Fear no consequences for me!
Those who know truly how to love, know how to die, as well as how to
live!' forcibly dragged her down to the dressing-room; through which she
instantly passed herself, with undisguised trepidation, to her inner
apartment.
The astonishment of Harleigh was inexpressible; and Ellis, who had
received no positive directions, felt wholly at a loss what she was to
relate, how far she ought to go, and what she ought to require. Hastily,
therefore, and affrighted at her task, she tapped at the bedroom door,
and begged a moment's audience. Elinor opened it, in the greatest
consternation. 'What!' cried she, taking her to the window, 'is all
over, without a word uttered?'
No; Ellis answered; she merely wished for more precise commands what she
should say.
'Say?' cried Elinor, reviving, 'say that I adore him! That since the
instant I have seen him, I have detested his brother; that he alone has
given me any idea of what is perfection in human nature! And that, if
the whole world were annihilated, and he remained ... I should think my
existence divine!'
She then pushed her back, prohibiting any reply.
Harleigh, to whom all was incomprehensible, but whose expectations every
moment grew higher, of the explanation he so much desired, perceiving
the embarrassment of Ellis, gently advanced, and said, 'Shall I be
guilty of indiscretion, if I seize this hurried, yet perhaps only
moment, to express my impatience for a communication of which I have
thought, almost exclusively, from the moment I have had it in view? Must
it be deferred? or--'
'No; it admits of no delay. I have much to say--and I am allowed but ten
minutes--'
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