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Lucy spoke solemnly, and it was with no light accent that Edward Houstoun replied "You mistake, Lucy you mistake I am in truth no less an idler than yourself a looker-on, with no part in the game of life. To the Lady Houstoun belong both the fortune and the influence."
Lucy would now have returned to her pupils she feared every day lest Edward Houstoun should appear, and a new contest be necessary with his feelings and her own but Lady Houstoun still pleaded her imperfectly restored health as reason for another week's delay, and Lucy could not resist her pleadings.
When Edward Houstoun commenced this passionate apostrophe, he had clasped Lucy's hand, and, overcome by his emotions and her own forgetting all but his love conscious only of a bewildering joy she had suffered it to rest for one instant in his clasp.
They had arrived late in the night, and wearied by fifteen hours' confinement on board a small sloop, the visitors slept late the next morning, while Edward Houstoun, haunted by tender memories, was early awake and abroad.
Edward Houstoun was beginning to wake to somewhat of noble scorn in viewing his own position beginning to feel that to amuse himself was an object hardly worthy a man's life.
Edward asked to see the letter it was brought, but the post-mark told no secret it was that of the nearest post town, and the farmer, opening the letter, showed that Lucy had said she had requested the bearer to drop it into that office. Who that bearer was, none knew. Bitter was the disappointment of Edward Houstoun.
Sir Edward Houstoun was an English baronet, whose estates had once been a fit support to his ancient title, but whose family had suffered deeply, both in purse and person, by their loyalty to Charles the First, and yet more by their obstinate adherence to his bigot son, James II. By a marriage with Louisa Vivian, an American heiress possessed of broad lands and a large amount of ready money, Sir Edward acquired the power of supporting his rank with all the splendor that had belonged to his family in the olden time; but circumstances connected with the poverty of his early years had given the young baronet a disgust to his own circle, which was not alleviated by the rapid changes effected by his newly-acquired wealth, and he preferred returning to America with his young bride, and adopting her country as his own.
Blakely never show to a visitor who comes without carriage or attendants, she is ushered into the presence of Lady Houstoun. The lady fixes her eyes upon her as she enters, bows her head slightly in acknowledgment of her courtesy, and says coldly, "You are the young woman, I suppose, whom Mrs. Blakely was to send to me?"
Blakely were to be believed, positively to address in the style of a lover a seamstress the seamstress of Mrs. Blakely. "This is very painful intelligence to me, Mrs. Blakely of course you must be aware that Mr. Houstoun could only have contemplated a temporary acquaintance with this girl.
Pye was communicative, and he soon learned all she knew that Lucy was the daughter of a soldier belonging to a company commanded by Sir Edward Houstoun during the war that this soldier had received his death-wound in defending his commander from a sword-cut, and that Sir Edward had always considered his widow and only child as his especial charge.
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