However, I would consent to be rank’d in the number of Cupid’s slain, could I be hit by just such a dart as pierc’d you.
Vulcan certainly has none ready made that will do, unless he sharpens the points of those which have already recoiled.
But hold; I must descend from the clouds, to regale myself on a fine turtle at the Duke of R——d’s. What an epicure! Talk of feasting my palate, when my eyes are to meet delicacies of a far more inviting nature!—There was a time I should have been envy’d such a repast:—that time is fled;—you are no longer a monopolizer of beauty;—can sing but of one,—talk but of one—dream but of one,—and, what is still more extraordinary, love but one.—
Give me a heart at large;—such confin’d notions are not for
Lord DARCEY to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH.
I envy not the greatest monarch on earth!—She is return’d with my peace;—my joy;—my very soul.—Had you seen her restorative smiles! they spoke more than my pen can describe!—She bestow’d them on me, even before she ran to the arms of Sir James and Lady Powis.—Sweet condescension!—Her hand held out to meet mine, which, trembling, stopt half way.—What checks,—what restraint, did I inflict on myself!—Yes, that would have been the decisive moment, had I not perceiv’d the eyes of Argus planted before, behind, on every side of Sir James.—God! how he star’d.—I suppose my looks made some discovery.—Once more I must take thee up, uneasy dress of hypocrisy;—though it will be as hard to girt on, as the tight waistcoat on a lunatic.
Never has a day appear’d to me so long as this.—Full of expectation, full of impatience!—All stuff again.—No matter; it is not the groans of a sick man, that can convey his pain to another:—to feel greatly, you must have been afflicted with the same malady.
I suppose you would laugh to hear how often I have opened and shut the door;—how often look’d out at the window,—or the multiplicity of times examined my watch since ten this morning!—Needless would it likewise be to recount the impatient steps I have taken by the road-side, attentive to the false winds, which would frequently cheat me into a belief, that my heart’s treasure was approaching.—Hark! I should say, that must be wheels;—stop and pause;—walk forwards;—stop again, till every sound have died upon my ear.
Harrass’d by expectation, I saunter’d a back way to Jenkings’s;—enquired of Mrs. Jenkings, what time she thought her husband might be home; and taking Edmund with me to my former walk, determined to sound his inclinations.—I waved mentioning Miss Warley’s name till we had gone near a quarter of a mile from the house; still expecting he would begin the subject, which at this juncture I suppose particularly engaged his attention; but perceiving he led to things quite opposite, I drew him out in the following manner.