England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Rollo did not come away from the strange excitement of that interview on
the Slopes with the same feelings which filled the mind of Lottie. The
first intense sensation of shame with which he had realised the villany
of the proposal which Lottie did not understand soon changed into a
different sentiment. He had felt its guilt, its treacherous cruelty,
under the guise of devotion, far more bitterly and intensely than as if
she had understood and denounced him; and the relief of his escape from
an indignation and horror which must have been as overwhelming as the
confidence, had made him feel how great a danger he had run, and how
terrible to him, as well as to her, would have been the discovery of his
base intention. How could he ever think that Lottie, proud, and pure,
and fearless of evil as she was, could have fallen into such a snare! He
felt himself a fool as well as a villain; perceiving, too, by the light
of fact, what he would not have understood in theory, that the very
uncomprehension of innocence makes guilt contemptible as well as
terrible. If she could have understood him, he would scarcely have felt
so mean, so miserable, so poor a creature as he did now; not even a gay
and fine betrayer, but a pitiful cheat and would-be criminal, false to
everything that nature trusts in. Rollo had not been irreproachable
hitherto; but such sins as he had indulged in had been done among those
who were sinners like himself, among people who had a cynical
comprehension of the worth of promises and the value of vows. He had
never tried that _rôle_ of the seducer before; and the fact that his own
shame and horror were real made them all the more hard to bear. Shame,
however, of this bitter kind is not an improving influence. Soon it
began to turn to anger equally bitter. He tried to think that Lottie was
partly to blame, that she had “led him on,” that he never would have
gone so far but for “encouragement” from her. Even it flashed across his
mind that she was not so unconscious as she appeared, but had pretended
ignorance in order to rivet her chains upon him, and force him to the
more honourable way which was so much more for her interest. He tried to
force this idea into his own mind, which was not sufficiently depraved
to receive it; but yet it was not long before he was angry, irritated
against the girl who would not understand him, and sore with the
humiliation she had inflicted unawares.
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