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âBut which?â said heâ ââfor I shall only say it if you really were thinking of me. So tell me, Helen.â
âYouâre excessively impertinent, Mr. Huntingdon!â
âNot at allâ âtoo pertinent, you mean. So you wonât tell me?â âWell, Iâll spare your womanâs pride, and, construing your silence into âYes,â Iâll take it for granted that I was the subject of your thoughts, and the cause of your afflictionâ ââ
âIndeed, sirâ ââ
âIf you deny it, I wonât tell you my secret,â threatened he; and I did not interrupt him again, or even attempt to repulse him: though he had taken my hand once more, and half embraced me with his other arm, I was scarcely conscious of it at the time.
âIt is this,â resumed he: âthat Annabella Wilmot, in comparison with you, is like a flaunting peony compared with a sweet, wild rosebud gemmed with dewâ âand I love you to distraction!â âNow, tell me if that intelligence gives you any pleasure. Silence again? That means yes. Then let me add, that I cannot live without you, and if you answer No to this last question, you will drive me mad.â âWill you bestow yourself upon me?â âyou will!â he cried, nearly squeezing me to death in his arms.
âNo, no!â I exclaimed, struggling to free myself from himâ ââyou must ask my uncle and aunt.â
âThey wonât refuse me, if you donât.â
âIâm not so sure of thatâ âmy aunt dislikes you.â
âBut you donât, Helenâ âsay you love me, and Iâll go.â
âI wish you would go!â I replied.
âI will, this instantâ âif youâll only say you love me.â
âYou know I do,â I answered. And again he caught me in his arms, and smothered me with kisses.
At that moment my aunt opened wide the door, and stood before us, candle in hand, in shocked and horrified amazement, gazing alternately at Mr. Huntingdon and meâ âfor we had both started up, and now stood wide enough asunder. But his confusion was only for a moment. Rallying in an instant, with the most enviable assurance, he beganâ ââI beg ten thousand pardons, Mrs. Maxwell! Donât be too severe upon me. Iâve been asking your sweet niece to take me for better, for worse; and she, like a good girl, informs me she cannot think of it without her uncleâs and auntâs consent. So let me implore you not to condemn me to eternal wretchedness: if you favour my cause, I am safe; for Mr. Maxwell, I am certain, can refuse you nothing.â
âWe will talk of this tomorrow, sir,â said my aunt, coldly. âIt is a subject that demands mature and serious deliberation. At present, you had better return to the drawing-room.â
âBut meantime,â pleaded he, âlet me commend my cause to your most indulgentâ ââ
âNo indulgence for you, Mr. Huntingdon, must come between me and the consideration of my nieceâs happiness.â
âAh, true! I know she is an angel, and I am a presumptuous dog to dream of possessing such a treasure; but, nevertheless, I would sooner die than relinquish her in favour of the best man that ever went to heavenâ âand as for her happiness, I would sacrifice my body and soulâ ââ
âBody and soul, Mr. Huntingdonâ âsacrifice your soul?â
âWell, I would lay down lifeâ ââ
âYou would not be required to lay it down.â
âI would spend it, thenâ âdevote my lifeâ âand all its powers to the promotion and preservationâ ââ
âAnother time, sir, we will talk of thisâ âand I should have felt disposed to judge more favourably of your pretensions, if you too had chosen another time and place, and let me addâ âanother manner for your declaration.â
âWhy, you see, Mrs. Maxwell,â he beganâ â
âPardon me, sir,â said she, with dignityâ ââThe company are inquiring for you in the other room.â And she turned to me.
âThen you must plead for me, Helen,â said he, and at length withdrew.
âYou had better retire to your room, Helen,â said my aunt, gravely. âI will discuss this matter with you, too, tomorrow.â
âDonât be angry, aunt,â said I.
âMy dear, I am not angry,â she replied: âI am surprised. If it is true that you told him you could not accept his offer without our consentâ ââ
âIt is true,â interrupted I.
âThen how could you permitâ â?â
âI couldnât help it, aunt,â I cried, bursting into tears. They were not altogether the tears of sorrow, or of fear for her displeasure, but rather the outbreak of the general tumultuous excitement of my feelings. But my good aunt was touched at my agitation. In a softer tone, she repeated her recommendation to retire, and, gently kissing my forehead, bade me good night, and put her candle in my hand; and I went; but my brain worked so, I could not think of sleeping. I feel calmer now that I have written all this; and I will go to bed, and try to win tired natureâs sweet restorer.
XXSeptember 24th.â âIn the morning I rose, light and cheerfulâ ânay, intensely happy. The hovering cloud cast over me by my auntâs views, and by the fear of not obtaining her consent, was lost in the bright effulgence of my own hopes, and the too delightful consciousness of requited love. It was a splendid morning; and I went out to enjoy it, in a quiet ramble, in company with my own blissful thoughts. The dew was on the grass, and ten thousand gossamers were waving in the breeze; the happy redbreast was pouring out its little soul in song, and my heart overflowed with silent hymns of gratitude and praise to heaven.
But I had not wandered far before my solitude was interrupted by the only person that could have disturbed my musings, at that moment, without being looked upon as an unwelcome intruder: Mr. Huntingdon came suddenly upon me. So unexpected was the apparition, that I might have thought it the creation of an overexcited imagination, had the sense of sight alone borne witness to his presence; but immediately I felt his strong arm round my waist and his warm kiss on my cheek, while his keen and gleeful salutation, âMy own Helen!â was ringing in my ear.
âNot yours yet!â said I, hastily swerving aside from this too
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