Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2 eBook

Delvile then, rapid in thought and fertile in expedients, with a celerity and vigour which bore down all objections, arranged the whole conduct of the business.  To avoid suspicion, he determined instantly to quit her, and, as soon as he had executed his commission with Mr Monckton, to hasten to London, that the necessary preparations for their marriage might be made with dispatch and secrecy.  He purposed, also, to find out Mr Belfield; that he might draw up the bond with which he meant to entrust Mr Monckton.  This measure Cecilia would have opposed, but he refused to listen to her.  Mrs Charlton herself, though her age and infirmities had long confined her to her own house, gratified Cecilia upon this critical occasion with consenting to accompany her to the altar.  Mr Monckton was depended upon for giving her away, and a church in London was the place appointed for the performance of the ceremony.  In three days the principal difficulties to the union would be removed by Cecilia’s coming of age, and in five days it was agreed that they should actually meet in town.  The moment they were married Delvile promised to set off for the castle, while in another chaise, Cecilia returned to Mrs Charlton’s.  This settled, he conjured her to be punctual, and earnestly recommending himself to her fidelity and affection, he bid her adieu.

CHAPTER vii.

A RETROSPECTION.

Left now to herself, sensations unfelt before filled the heart of Cecilia.  All that had passed for a while appeared a dream; her ideas were indistinct, her memory was confused, her faculties seemed all out of order, and she had but an imperfect consciousness either of the transaction in which she had just been engaged, or of the promise she had bound herself to fulfil:  even truth from imagination she scarcely could separate; all was darkness and doubt, inquietude and disorder!

But when at length her recollection more clearly returned, and her situation appeared to her such as it really was, divested alike of false terrors or delusive expectations, she found herself still further removed from tranquility.

Hitherto, though no stranger to sorrow, which the sickness and early loss of her friends had first taught her to feel, and which the subsequent anxiety of her own heart had since instructed her to bear, she had yet invariably possessed the consolation of self-approving reflections:  but the step she was now about to take, all her principles opposed; it terrified her as undutiful, it shocked her as clandestine, and scarce was Delvile out of sight, before she regretted her consent to it as the loss of her self-esteem, and believed, even if a reconciliation took place, the remembrance of a wilful fault would still follow her, blemish in her own eyes the character she had hoped to support, and be a constant allay to her happiness, by telling her how unworthily she had obtained it.