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Madam, cease to plead your virtues to me, unless you prove that you possess them by keeping your honorable engagement made to Lord Dunroe, through the sacred medium of your own father. Whatever you may do, don't attempt to involve me in your disgrace." "I am exhausted," she said, "and cannot speak any longer; but I will not despair of you, father.
As it must be done some time, it may as well be done now. Dunroe will of course be too much elated, as he ought to be, to feel the blow or to appear to feel it, at all events for decency's sake, you know, he must keep up appearances; and if it were only on that account, we will avail ourselves of the occasion which presents itself. This is another point gained.
At present, it is sufficient to say that papa has taken my marriage with that odious Lord Dunroe so strongly into his head, that nothing short of my consent will satisfy him. I know he loves me, and thinks that rank and honor, because they gratify his ambition, will make me happy.
"I assure you, my lord," he replied, "you quite overrate any trifling services I may have rendered to my friend Dunroe. Upon my soul and honor you do. I have done nothing for him that is, nothing to speak of.
"It's a falsehood, I didn't murder my son," he raved; "or if I did, what care I about that? I am a man of steel. My daughter my daughter was my thought. Well, Dunroe, all is right at last eh? ha ha ha! I managed it; but I knew my system was the right one. Lady Dunroe! very good, very good to begin with; but not what I wish to see, to hear, to feel before I die.
The last observation of Dunroe to his sister startled her so much that she blushed deeply, and looked with that fascinating timidity which is ever associated with innocence and purity from her brother to her father. "Have I said anything wrong, papa?" she asked, when Lord Cullamore had ceased to speak. "Nothing, my love, nothing, but precisely what was natural and right.
"Well, then, my dear Dunroe, I am anxious you should know that I have had a long conversation with Sir Thomas Gourlay, upon the subject of your marriage with his beautiful and accomplished daughter." "Yes, the Black Baronet; a confounded old scoundrel by all accounts." "You forget, sir," said the Earl, sternly, "that he is father to your future wife." "Devilish sorry for it, my lord.
He would not, for instance, admit his sceptical friends, who laughed at the existence of virtue and religion, to the society of his daughter, with the exception of Lord Dunroe, to whose vices his unaccountable ambition for her elevation completely blinded him.
I am now so much accustomed so much so much hang it, why conceal it? so much attached and devoted to you that a separation would be the same as death to me." "Never fear, Norton," replied Dunroe, "I have not yielded to my father on this point, neither shall I to my wife. Happen what may, my friend must never be given up for the whim of any one. But, indeed, you need entertain no apprehensions.
That which distresses me is, that I will lose my friend. This Miss Gourlay is, they say, so confoundedly virtuous that I dare say she will allow no honest fellow, who doesn't carry a Bible and a Prayer-book in his pocket, and quote Scripture in conversation, to associate with you." "Nonsense, man," replied Dunroe, "I have satisfied you on that point before.
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