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Pole laughed. "No, no. You get nothing out of me. All I say is, be practical. The sun isn't always shining." He appeared to be elated with some secret good news. "Have you been over to Besworth, the last two or three days?" he asked. The ladies smiled radiantly, acknowledging Wilfrid's wonderful persuasive powers, in their hearts. "No, papa; we have not been," said Adela.
"So!" he said, "you've given up Besworth, have you?" At the name, Arabella and Cornelia drew nearer to his chair. "Given up Besworth, papa? It is not we who have given it up," said Adela. "Yes, you have; and quite right too. You say, 'What's the use of it, for that's a sort of thing that always goes to the son." "You suppose, papa, that we indulge in ulterior calculations?" came from Cornelia.
I need not say that I am not responsible for these critical remarks. Such tenderness to the sex comes only from its sisters. So went a day rich in fair dreams to the ladies; and at the hour of their father's return they walked across the parvenu park, in a state of enthusiasm for Besworth, that threw some portion of its decorative light on the donor of Besworth.
What could the word 'inconsiderate' imply? The ladies were unable to summon an idea to solve it. They were sure that no daughters could be more perfectly considerate and ready to sacrifice everything to their father. In the end, they deputed the volunteering Adela to sit with him in the library, and put the question of Besworth decisively, in the name of all.
I began by speaking of Besworth cheerfully; saying, that if he really had no strong affection for Brookfield, that would make him regret quitting it, we saw innumerable advantages in the change of residence proposed. Predilection, not affection that was what I said. He replied that Besworth was a large place, and I pointed out that therein lay one of its principal merits.
But this is certainly my experience, that misfortune makes me feel more and more superior to those whom I despise. I have even asked myself was I so once? And, Apropos of Laura! We hear that their evenings are occupied in performing the scene at Besworth. They are still as distant as ever from Richford. Let me add that Albert Tinley requested my hand in marriage yesterday.
Captain Gambier's face was resolutely kept in profile to her. "I hear a rumour," said Lady Gosstre to Arabella, "that you think of bidding for the Besworth estate. Are you tired of Brookfield?" "Not tired; but Brookfield is modern, and I confess that Besworth has won my heart." "I shall congratulate myself on having you nearer neighbours. Have you many, or any rivals?"
"Nevertheless, you are, on the whole, in favour of beggarly alliances." "No, Wilfrid." "Why do you reject this offer that has been made to you?" Cornelia flushed and trembled; the traitorous feint had thrown her off her guard. She said, faltering: "Would you have me marry one I do not love?" "Well, well!" He drew back. "You are going to do your best to stop the purchase of Besworth?"
When she had passed along a certain distance, a shiver seized her, and her instinct pushed her toward the lighted shops, where there were pictures. In one she saw the portrait of that Queen of Song whom she had heard at Besworth. Two young men, glancing as they walked by arm in arm, pronounced the name of the great enchantress, and hummed one of her triumphant airs.
The exposure at Besworth, and the partial confirmation of her suspicions, were not without their secret comfort to her. In the carriage, coming home, Wilfrid had touched her hand by chance, and pressed it with good heart. She went to the library, imagining that if he wished to see her he would appear, and by exposing his own weakness learn to excuse hers. She was right in her guess; Wilfrid came.
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