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Lord Mowbray wished to make her sensible that his public attentions would bring her at once into fashion; and though his mother, the prejudiced Lady De Brantefield, could not be prevailed upon to visit a Jewess, yet his lordship had a vast number of high connexions and relations, to all of whom he could introduce Mr. and Miss Montenero.
Montenero, he now adopted towards me: he appeared at once to yield the palm to me, and yet to be resolved not to give up the contest; he seemed as if he was my rival against his will, and my friend if I would but permit it; he refrained, with ostentatious care, from giving me any provocation, checking himself often, and drawing back with such expressions as these: "If it were any other man upon earth but Mr.
Montenero: it is well you did not either of you interrupt me to tell me his name, for if you had, I would not have told you a word more. Well, Mr. Baldwin, evidently wishing me at the devil, came forward to receive me, and, in great perplexity, said he would be at my command; he would settle my business immediately; but must beg my pardon for five minutes, while he settled with this gentleman, Mr.
Montenero, in a mild and friendly tone; but there was something of self- accusation and repentance in the tone, which alarmed me inexpressibly. "I hope, my dear good sir, that you do not repent of your kindness," said I, "in having permitted me to cultivate your society, in having indulged me in some hours of the most exquisite pleasure I ever yet enjoyed."
Montenero," said I, "you know how to touch me to the heart; but answer me one, only one question has Lord Mowbray any thing to do with this, whatever it is?" "I have not seen or heard from him since I saw you last." "Your word is sufficient," said I. "Then I suspected him unjustly." "Heaven forbid," said Mr.
He interrupted himself to tell me some of the feats of gallantry of his younger days, and of the manner in which he had at last carried off my mother from a rascal of a rival a Lord Mowbray of those times. When my father had got to this point, my mother ventured to ask whether I had ever gone so far as to propose, actually to propose, for Miss Montenero. "Yes."
Not a Jewess! give you joy, Harrington, my boy! give me joy, my dear Mrs. Montenero; but, is not she your daughter?" "She is, I hope and believe, my daughter," said Mr. Montenero smiling; "but her mother was a Christian; and according to my promise to Mrs. Montenero, Berenice has been bred in her faith a Christian a Protestant." "A Christian! a Protestant!" repeated my father.
I was determined not to see either Mr. Montenero or Berenice for a few days. I knew that the best thing I could do, would be to take strong bodily exercise, and totally to change the course of my daily occupations. There was an excellent riding-house at this time in London, and I had been formerly in the habit of riding there. I was a favourite with the master he was glad to see me again.
Montenero again begged me to compose myself, and asked "to what unfortunate circumstances I alluded?" "You do not know then? You have not been informed? Then I did Lord Mowbray injustice." I explained to Mr. Montenero to what circumstances I had so unintelligibly alluded. I gained courage as I went on, for I saw that the history of my father's vow, of which Mr.
I never could decide whether the thought of becoming my rival really struck him, as he said it did, from the pique of the moment; or whether he only seized the occasion to declare a design he had previously formed: no matter we were now declared rivals. After our declaration of hostilities, Lord Mowbray and I first met on neutral ground at the Opera Miss Montenero was there.
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