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Perhaps he may never return to England." CECILIA. "He is in England now, and in London." LADY GLENALVON. "You amaze me! Who told you so?" CECILIA. "His father, who is with him. Sir Peter called yesterday, and spoke to me so kindly." Cecilia here turned aside her face to conceal the tears that had started to her eyes. LADY GLENALVON. "Did Mr. Travers see Sir Peter?"
When Lady Glenalvon, who remains wonderfully kind to me, says, day after day, "Cecilia Travers would make you a perfect wife," I have no answer to give; but I don't feel the least inclined to ask Cecilia Travers if she would waste her perfection on one who so coldly concedes it.
Campion required no avowal to divine the candidature. Even Lady Glenalvon had begun to take friendly interest in the fortunes of this promising young man. Most women can sympathize with youthful ambition. He impressed her with a deep conviction of his abilities, and still more with respect for their concentration upon practical objects of power and renown. She too, like Mrs.
The mother, a woman of the world, enjoying a high social position, and nearly related to a connection of ours, Lady Glenalvon." "Lady Glenalvon, the dearest of my lady friends! You are connected with her?" "Yes; Lord Glenalvon was my mother's uncle. But I wish to finish my story before my father joins us. Alfred Fletwode did not marry till long after the partnership in the bank.
Fine ladies, who had been friends of his mother in her youth, took him up, counselled and petted him, one in especial, the Marchioness of Glenalvon, to whom he was endeared by grateful association, for her youngest son had been a fellow-pupil of Kenelm at Merton School, and Kenelm had saved his life from drowning.
His reserve had, however, made her own manner more reserved than of old, for which she was now rather chiding herself than reproaching him. Lady Glenalvon put her arms round Cecilia's neck and kissed her, whispering, "That man has so disappointed me: he is so unworthy of the happiness I had once hoped for him!" "Whom do you speak of?" murmured Cecilia, turning very pale. "Kenelm Chillingly.
And if she does, she will rival that pink and perfection of polished womanhood, Lady Glenalvon. I send you back my portmanteau. I have pretty well exhausted my experience-money, but have not yet encroached on my monthly allowance. I mean still to live upon that, eking it out, if necessary, by the sweat of my brow or brains.
Lady Glenalvon, your wife's friend, of course needs no introduction: time stands still with her." Sir Peter lowered his spectacles, which in reality he only wanted for books in small print, and gazed attentively on the three ladies, at each gaze a bow.
But the wife must not so put them in the foreground as to make the husband think he is cast in the cold of the shadow. Pardon this intolerable length of digression, dear reader: it is not altogether a digression, for it belongs to my tale that you should clearly understand the sort of girl that is personified in Cecilia Travers. "What has become of Kenelm?" asked Lady Glenalvon.
CECILIA. "Yes; and I think it was something that passed between them which made my father speak to me for the first time almost sternly." LADY GLENALVON. "In urging Chillingly Gordon's suit?" CECILIA. "Commanding me to reconsider my rejection of it. He has contrived to fascinate my father." LADY GLENALVON. "So he has me.
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