|
||||||||
You mean that you regret that she has not been made aware of our engagementthat you promised long ago to be my wife. Pray remember that it was you who made me promise secrecy, not I you! I dont believe him, Cynthia. Dont, dont cry, if you can help it; I dont believe him. Cynthia, said he, suddenly changing his tone to fervid tenderness, pray, pray do not go on so; you cant think how it distresses me! He stepped forward, to try and take her hand and soothe her; but she shrank away from him, and sobbed the more irrepressibly. She felt Mollys presence so much to be a protection that now she dared to let herself go, and weaken herself by giving way to her emotion. Go away! said Molly. Dont you see you make her worse? But he did not stir; he was looking at Cynthia so intently that he did not seem even to hear Molly. Go! said she, vehemently, if it really distresses you to see her cry. Dont you see its you who are the cause of it? I will go, if Cynthia tells me, said he at length. Oh, Molly, I dont know what to do, said Cynthia, taking down her hands from her tear-stained face, and appealing to Molly, and sobbing worse than ever; in fact, she became hysterical, and, though she tried to speak coherently, no intelligible words would come. Run to that cottage in the trees, and fetch her a cup of water, said Molly. He hesitated a little. Why dont you go? said Molly impatiently I have not done speaking to her; you will not leave before I come back? No. Dont you see she cant move in this state? He went quickly, if reluctantly. Cynthia was some time before she could check her sobs enough to speak. At length she said Molly, I do hate him! But what did he mean by saying you were engaged to him? Dont cry, dear, but tell me; if I can help you, I will; but I cant imagine what it all really is. Its too long a story to tell now, and Im not strong enough. Look! hes coming back. As soon as I can, let us get home! With all my heart, said Molly. He brought the water, and Cynthia drank, and was restored to calmness. Now, said Molly, we had better go home, as fast as you can manage it; its getting dark quickly. If she hoped to carry Cynthia off so easily, she was mistaken. Mr. Preston was resolute on this point. He said I think, since Miss Gibson has made herself acquainted with this much, we had better let her know the whole truth that you are engaged to marry me as soon as you are twenty; otherwise your being here with me, and by appointment too, may appear strangeeven equivocalto her. As I know that Cynthia is engaged to another man, you can hardly expect me to believe what you say, Mr. Preston. |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||