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"Vienna! do you think of going to Vienna?" cried Caroline. "Yes," said Legard. "I hate Paris; any place better than this odious city!" and he moved away. Evelyn's eyes followed him sadly and gravely. She remained by Lady Doltimore's side, abstracted and silent for several minutes. "Oh, it is a voluntary offer of Legard's, Lady Doltimore, believe me, I have used no persuasive arts.
The ceremony had just been performed, and Ernest Maltravers had bestowed upon George Legard the hand of Evelyn Templeton. If upon the countenance of him who thus officiated as a father to her he had once wooed as a bride an observant eye might have noted the trace of mental struggles, it was the trace of struggles past; and the calm had once more settled over the silent deeps.
"Legard!" said Maltravers, and so strong was his fervent attachment to Evelyn, that it swept away all his natural coldness and reserve, "I tell you plainly and frankly that in my love for Evelyn Cameron lie the last hopes I have in life. I have no thought, no ambition, no sentiment that is not vowed to her.
"Is certainly beautiful, and very rich. How could she ever think of marrying Lord Vargrave, so much older, she who could have so many admirers?" "Not, surely, while betrothed to another?" This was a refinement which Legard, though an honourable man as men go, did not quite understand. "Oh," said he, "that was by some eccentric old relation, her father-in-law, I think.
"Is it possible?" exclaimed Legard, following the eyes of Maltravers, as he glanced over the paragraph. "Were not you the lover, the accepted, the happy lover of Miss Cameron?
They were simply interested in the great men, and not interested in what make the great men different from other people, but simply in their resemblance to other people. Even great people have to eat, you know! Legard himself eats, though it's a leisurely process; and this woman imitated the way he forked up a bit, held it till the bit dropped off, and put the empty fork into his mouth.
The next morning when he awoke Legard saw upon the table a small packet; it contained a sum that exceeded the debt named. On the envelope was written, "Remember the bond." The stranger had already quitted Venice.
There was silence; and when to the ear of Maltravers it was broken, it was by the wheels of the carriage that bore away the wife of George Legard! The spell was dissolved forever.
"Then, do I love him as I dreamed I could love?" she asked herself; and her heart gave no intelligible reply. "Yes, it must be so; in his presence I feel a tranquil and eloquent charm; his praise delights me; his esteem is my most high ambition; and yet and yet " she sighed and thought of Legard; "but he loved me not!" and she turned restlessly from that image.
If you observe, she has only once or twice spoken of the Colonel Legard whom she has made acquaintance with; while she treats at length of Mr. Maltravers, and confesses the effect he has produced on her mind. Yet, do you know, I more dread the caution respecting the first than all the candour that betrays the influence of the last? There is a great difference between first fancy and first love."
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