The Maid of Maiden Lane by Amelia E. Barr (free novels to read TXT) 📗
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“The Earl is delighted with the marriage.”
“He is the most devoted of lovers.”
And there was not a word of dissent from this opinion until pretty Sally McKean said, “A fig for your prophecies! George Hyde has loved and galloped away a score of times. I would not pay any more attention to his proposals and promises, than I would pay to the wind that blows where it listeth; here to-day, and somewhere else to-morrow.”
To all these speculations Cornelia forced herself to listen with a calm unalterable; and Hyde and Annie watched her from a distance. “So that is the marvellous beauty!” said Annie.
“Is she not marvellously beautiful?” asked Hyde.
“Yes. I will say that much. But why did she look at you with so much of reproach? What have you done to her?”
“That is it. What have I done? Or left undone?”
“Who is the gentleman with her?”
“I know not. She has many relatives here; wealthy Quakers, and some of them doubtless of the new order, who do not disdain the frivolity of fine clothing.”
“Indeed, I assure you the Quakers were ever nice in their taste for silks and velvets and laces. The man is handsome enough even to be her escort. And to judge by appearances he is her devoted servant. Will you regard them, cousin?”
“I do. Alas, I see nothing else! She is more lovely then ever.”
“She is wonderfully dressed. That gown of pale blue and silver would make any woman look like an angel?-but indeed she is lovely beyond comparison. There are none like her in this room. It will be a thousand pities if you lose her.”
“I shall be inconsolable.”
“You may have another opportunity even tonight. I see that my aunt is approaching with a young lady, if you do not wish to make a new acquaintance, go and try to meet Cornelia again.”
“Thank you, Annie. You can tell me what I have missed afterwards.”
He wandered through the parlours speaking to one and another but ever on the watch for Cornelia. He saw her no more that night. She had withdrawn as soon as possible after meeting Hyde, and he was so miserably disappointed, so angry at the unpropitious circumstances which had dominated their casual meeting, that he hardly spoke to anyone as they returned home; and was indeed so little interested in other affairs that he forgot until the next day to ask Annie whose acquaintance he had rather palpably refused.
“You cannot guess who it was,” said Annie in answer to his query; “so I will make a favour of telling you. Do you remember the Rev. Mr. Darner, rector of Downhill Market?”
“Very well. He preached very tiresome sermons.”
“The young lady was his daughter Mary.”
“‘Tis a miracle! What is Mary Darner doing in America?”
“She is on a visit to her cousin, who is married to the Governor of Massachusetts. He is here on some state matter, and as Miss Damer also wished to see Washington, he brought her with him.”
“Mary Damer! We went nutting together one autumn. She came often to Hyde Court when I was a lad.”
“And she promises to come often to see me when I return to England. I wonder what we have been brought together for. There must be a reason for a meeting so unlikely—Can it be Cornelia?”
“‘Tis the most improbable of suppositions. I do not suppose she ever saw Cornelia.”
“She had not even heard of her—and yet my mind will connect them.”
“You have no reason to do so; and it is beyond all likelihood. I am sorry I went away from Mary.”
“She took no notice of your desertion.”
“That is, as maybe. I was a mere lad when I saw her last. Is she passable?”
“She is extremely handsome. My aunt heard that she is to marry a Boston gentleman of good promise and estate. I dare say it is true.”
It was so true that even while they were speaking of the matter Mary was writing these words to her betrothed: “Yesterday I met the Hydes. You know my father has the living of Downhill Market from them, and I had a constraint on me to be agreeable. The young Lord got out of my way. Did he imagine I had designs on him? I look for a better man. What fate brought us together in Philadelphia, I know not. I may see a great deal of them in the coming summer, and then I may find out. At present I will dismiss the Hydes. I have met pleasanter company.”
Annie dismissed the subject with the same sort of impatience. It seemed to no one a matter of any importance, and even Annie that day had none of the penetrative insight which belongs to
“that finer atmosphere, Where footfalls of appointed things, Reverberant of days to be, Are heard in forecast echoings, Like wave beats from a viewless sea.”As for Hyde, he was shaken, confused, lifted off his feet, as it were; but after another day had passed, he had come to one steady resolution—HE WOULD SPEAL TO CORNELIA WHEN NEXT HE MET HER, NO MATTER WHERE IT WAS, OR WHO WAS WITH HER. And that passionate stress of spirit which induced this resolve, led him also to go out and seek for this opportunity.
For nearly a week he kept this conscious, constant watch. Its insisting sorrowful longing was like a cry from Love’s watch towers, but it did not reach the beloved one; or else she did not answer it. One bright morning he resolved to walk through the great dry goods stores—Whiteside’s, Guest’s, and the famous Mrs. Holland’s, where the beauties of the “gay Quakers” bought their choicest fabrics in foreign chintzes, lawns, and Indian muslins. All along Front, Arch, and Walnut Streets, the pavements were lumbered with boxes and bales of fine imported goods, and he was getting impatient of the bustle and pushing, when he saw Anthony Clymer approaching him. The young man was driving a new and very spirited team, and as he with some difficulty held them, he called to Hyde to come and drive with him. Hyde was just in the weary mood that welcomed change, and he leaped to his friend’s side, and felt a sudden exhilaration in the rapid motion of the buoyant, active animals. After an hour’s driving they came to a famous hostelry, and Clymer said, “Let us give ourselves lunch, and the horses bait and a rest, then we will make them show their mettle home again.”
The proposal met with a hearty response, and the young men had a luxurious meal and more good wine than they ought to have taken. But Hyde had at last found some one who could talk of Cornelia; rave of her face and figure, and vow she was the topmost beauty in Philadelphia. He listened, and finally asked where she dwelt, and learned that she was staying with Mr. Theodore Willing, a wealthy gentleman of the strictest Quaker
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