Barford Abbey eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about Barford Abbey.

Barford Abbey eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about Barford Abbey.

Upon my honour.  Lord Allen, I have never made proposals to any woman; and further, it is a matter of doubt, whether I ever shall.

By this time I had lost all my colour;—­charming cool—­and calm,—­no perturbation remaining.

Nothing disagreeable now hung on my mind, except a certain thoughtfulness, occasion’d by the recollection of my folly.—­

Miss Winter’s eyes sparkled, if it is possible for grey ones to sparkle, at the declaration Lord Darcey had just made; and, of a sudden, growing very fond of me, laid her hand on mine, speaking as it were aside,—­Well, I was never more surprized!  I as much believed him engaged to a certain young Lady,—­squeezing my thumb,—­as I think I am living.—­Nay, I would not have credited the contrary, had I not heard him declare off with my own ears.—­I see how it is; Sir James must chuse a wife for him.—­

To all which I only answered, Lord Darcey, Madam, is certainly the best judge of his actions:—­I make no doubt but Sir James will approve his Lordship’s choice.

After what I have related, common subjects ensued:—­the cloth being removed, I withdrew to the Library, intending to sit with Mr. Watson half an hour, who was confined by a cold.  He holds out his hand to take mine the moment he hears my footstep.—­I look on him as an angel:  his purity, his mildness, his resignation speak him one.—­

Lord Darcey entered as I was about to join the company; however, I staid some minutes, that my quitting the room might not seem on his account.

I am glad you are come, my Lord, said Mr. Watson; sitting with such a poor infirm man has made Miss Warley thoughtful.—­Upon my word, Sir, returned I, it was only the fear of increasing your head-ach that me silent.—­I never was in higher spirits.—­I could sing and dance this very moment.  Well then, dear Miss Warley, cried his Lordship, let me fetch your guitarre.

With all my heart, my Lord; I am quite in tune.—­Taking leave of Mr. Watson, I return’d to the company.—­His Lordship soon followed.  Again repeating his request, in which every person join’d, I sung and play’d several compositions.

Miss Winter was next call’d upon and the guitarre presented to her by Lord Darcey.—­A long time she absolutely refused it; declaring she had not learnt any new music this year.—­What does that signify, Miss Winter? said her mother; you know you have a sweet voice.

Bless me!  Madam! how can you say so?—­To be sure, I should sing to great advantage now.

Well, Nancy, you’ll oblige Papa?—­says the old Gentleman; I know you’ll oblige Papa,—­stalking over to her on the tops of his toes.

Here the contest ended; Miss taking the guitarre, condescended to oblige her Papa.

She really sings and plays well:—­if her manner had been less affected, we should have been more entertain’d.—­The company staid supper, after which Lord Darcey came with me home.—­I made no objection:—­of all things, I would make none—­after what pass’d at table.  Fortunate event! how I rejoice in my recovered tranquillity!

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