Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Morton, particularly as she must have been blind indeed not to
remark the pain which her apparent coldness inflicted upon him;
but, when she had once made up her mind as to the propriety of the
course she had adopted, she steadily and firmly persevered in it.
Philip, surprised at the change in her manner, wearied himself with
conjectures as to its cause, and feared that some inadvertent act
or expression of his might have given her offence; but it was in
vain he taxed his memory; he could not recall any instance in which
his conscience could reproach him for having overstepped the bounds
of respectful and polite attention.
At last, no longer able to bear the pain of uncertainty, he
resolved at once boldly to venture on a step, upon the result of
which he felt that his future happiness depended. Mrs Jameson had
long noticed Morton’s growing love for Jessie, and, knowing the
peculiar situation in which her young protegé was placed, had, as
we before remarked, advised her to adopt a more distant carriage
towards him; but, at the same time, charmed with Morton’s amiable
and estimable character, and feeling for the disappointment which
awaited him, she herself redoubled her attentions towards him.
Emboldened by the kind interest of her manner, Morton resolved on
making her his confidante, and accordingly revealed to her, that
which she had, with woman’s quickness, long since discovered—the
secret of his love.
“I have long feared this, Mr Morton,” replied she; “feared it,
because I feel the greatest interest in you, and because I know
that there exists an insuperable obstacle to the fulfilment of your
hopes.”
“Insuperable! do not say insuperable, Mrs Jameson! I know that the
shortness of my acquaintance with Miss Martin hardly warrants my
presuming to address her; but will not time and the most devoted
attachment work a change in my favour? Oh, let me see her! let me
plead my own cause before her, and, if unsuccessfully, let me at
least have the melancholy satisfaction of hearing my sentence from
her own lips?”
“An interview would only be distressing to you both, Mr Morton. I
am not at liberty to say more; but I know that the result will be
unfavourable to your wishes.”
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