The Tenant of Wildfell Hall Anne BrontĂ« (librera reader .txt) đ
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âWell, tastes differâ âbut I like pale or dark,â replied she. âBut, to tell you the truth, Helen, I had been deluding myself with the hope that you would one day be my sister. I expected Walter would be introduced to you next season; and I thought you would like him, and was certain he would like you; and I flattered myself I should thus have the felicity of seeing the two persons I like best in the worldâ âexcept mammaâ âunited in one. He maynât be exactly what you would call handsome, but heâs far more distinguished-looking, and nicer and better than Mr. Huntingdon;â âand Iâm sure you would say so, if you knew him.â
âImpossible, Milicent! You think so, because youâre his sister; and, on that account, Iâll forgive you; but nobody else should so disparage Arthur Huntingdon to me with impunity.â
Miss Wilmot expressed her feelings on the subject almost as openly.
âAnd so, Helen,â said she, coming up to me with a smile of no amiable import, âyou are to be Mrs. Huntingdon, I suppose?â
âYes,â replied I. âDonât you envy me?â
âOh, dear, no!â she exclaimed. âI shall probably be Lady Lowborough some day, and then you know, dear, I shall be in a capacity to inquire, âDonât you envy me?âââ
âHenceforth I shall envy no one,â returned I.
âIndeed! Are you so happy then?â said she, thoughtfully; and something very like a cloud of disappointment shadowed her face. âAnd does he love youâ âI mean, does he idolise you as much as you do him?â she added, fixing her eyes upon me with ill-disguised anxiety for the reply.
âI donât want to be idolised,â I answered; âbut I am well assured that he loves me more than anybody else in the worldâ âas I do him.â
âExactly,â said she, with a nod. âI wishâ ââ she paused.
âWhat do you wish?â asked I, annoyed at the vindictive expression of her countenance.
âI wish,â returned, she, with a short laugh, âthat all the attractive points and desirable qualifications of the two gentlemen were united in oneâ âthat Lord Lowborough had Huntingdonâs handsome face and good temper, and all his wit, and mirth and charm, or else that Huntingdon had Lowboroughâs pedigree, and title, and delightful old family seat, and I had him; and you might have the other and welcome.â
âThank you, dear Annabella: I am better satisfied with things as they are, for my own part; and for you, I wish you were as well content with your intended as I am with mine,â said I; and it was true enough; for, though vexed at first at her unamiable spirit, her frankness touched me, and the contrast between our situations was such, that I could well afford to pity her and wish her well.
Mr. Huntingdonâs acquaintances appear to be no better pleased with our approaching union than mine. This morningâs post brought him letters from several of his friends, during the perusal of which, at the breakfast-table, he excited the attention of the company by the singular variety of his grimaces. But he crushed them all into his pocket, with a private laugh, and said nothing till the meal was concluded. Then, while the company were hanging over the fire or loitering through the room, previous to settling to their various morning avocations, he came and leant over the back of my chair, with his face in contact with my curls, and commencing with a quiet little kiss, poured forth the following complaints into my ear:â â
âHelen, you witch, do you know that youâve entailed upon me the curses of all my friends? I wrote to them the other day, to tell them of my happy prospects, and now, instead of a bundle of congratulations, Iâve got a pocketful of bitter execrations and reproaches. Thereâs not one kind wish for me, or one good word for you, among them all. They say thereâll be no more fun now, no more merry days and glorious nightsâ âand all my faultâ âI am the first to break up the jovial band, and others, in pure despair, will follow my example. I was the very life and prop of the community, they do me the honour to say, and I have shamefully betrayed my trustâ ââ
âYou may join them again, if you like,â said I, somewhat piqued at the sorrowful tone of his discourse. âI should be sorry to stand between any manâ âor body of men, and so much happiness; and perhaps I can manage to do without you, as well as your poor deserted friends.â
âBless you, no,â murmured he. âItâs âall for love or the world well lost,â with me. Let them go toâ âwhere they belong, to speak politely. But if you saw how they abuse me, Helen, you would love me all the more for having ventured so much for your sake.â
He pulled out his crumpled letters. I thought he was going to show them to me, and told him I did not wish to see them.
âIâm not going to show them to you, love,â said he. âTheyâre hardly fit for a ladyâs eyesâ âthe most part of them. But look here. This is Grimsbyâs scrawlâ âonly three lines, the sulky dog! He doesnât say much, to be sure, but his very silence implies more than all the othersâ words, and the less he says, the more he thinksâ âand this is Hargraveâs missive. He is particularly grieved at me, because, forsooth he had fallen in love with you from his sisterâs reports, and meant to have married you himself, as soon as he had sown his wild oats.â
âIâm vastly obliged to him,â observed I.
âAnd so am I,â said he. âAnd look at this. This is Hattersleyâsâ âevery page stuffed full of railing accusations, bitter curses, and lamentable complaints, ending up with swearing that heâll get married himself in revenge: heâll throw himself away on the first old maid that chooses to set her cap at himâ âas if I cared what he did with himself.â
âWell,â said I, âif you do give up your intimacy with these men, I donât think you
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