The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5) — John Shaqi
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)Burney, Fanny
History
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
The door of the apartment was now abruptly opened by the stranger, who
called out 'O no! no! no!--Ladies!--Gentlemen!--I claim your
protection!'
'It is your's, Madam!' cried Harleigh, with emotion.
'Be sure of it, Gentlewoman!' cried the old officer; 'We did not bring
you from one bad shore to another. We'll take care of you. Be sure of
it!'
The stranger wept. 'I thought not,' she cried, 'to have shed a tear in
England; but my heart can find no other vent.'
'Very pretty! very pretty, indeed, Gentlemen!' said Mrs Maple; 'If you
can answer all this to yourselves, well and good; but as I have not
quite so easy a conscience, I think it no more than my duty to inform
the magistrates myself, of my opinion of this foreigner.'
She was moving off; but the stranger rushed forth, and with an
expression of agonized affright, exclaimed, 'Stay! Madam, stay! hear but
one word! I am no foreigner,--I am English!'--
Equal astonishment now seized every one; but while they stared from her
to each other, the Admiral said: 'I am cordially glad to hear it!
cordially! though why you should have kept secret a point that makes as
much for your honour as for your safety, I am not deep enough to
determine. However, I won't decide against you, while I am in the dark
of your reasons; though I own I have rather a taste myself for things
more above board. But for all that, Ma'am, if I can be of any use to
you, make no scruple to call upon me.'
He walked back to the parlour, where all now, except Harleigh, assembled
to a general breakfast, of which, during this scene, Riley, for want of
an associate, had been doing the honors to himself. The sick lady, Mrs
Ireton, was not yet sufficiently recovered to take any refreshment; and
the young man, her son, had commanded a repast on a separate table.
Harleigh repeated to the stranger, as she returned, in trembling, to her
room, his offer of services.
'If any lady of this party,' she answered, 'would permit me to say a few
words to her not quite in public, I should thankfully acknowledge such a
condescension. And if you, Sir, to whom already I owe an escape that
calls for my eternal gratitude, if you, Sir, could procure me such an
audience--'
'What depends upon me shall surely not be left undone,' he replied; and,
returning to the parlour, 'Ladies,' he said, 'this person whom we have
brought over, begs to speak with one of you alone.'
'Alone!' repeated Mrs Maple, 'How shocking! Who can tell what may be her
designs?'
'She means that we should go out to hold a conference with her in the
passage, I suppose?' said Mrs Ireton, the sick lady, to whom the
displeasure raised by this idea seemed to restore strength and speech;
'or, perhaps, she would be so good as to receive us in the kitchen? Her
condescension is really edifying! I am quite at a loss how I shall shew
my sense of such affability.'
'What, is that black insect buzzing about us still?' cried her son, 'Why
what the deuce can one make of such a grim thing?'
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