[Alice, or The Mysteries by Edward Bulwer-Lytton]@TWC D-Link bookAlice, or The Mysteries CHAPTER I 4/5
His aim was surely her happiness, and he would not have insisted upon means that time and circumstances might show to be contrary to the end he had in view." "You are right," replied Lady Vargrave.
"When my poor husband lay on his bed of death, just before he summoned his nephew to receive his last blessing, he said to me, 'Providence can counteract all our schemes. If ever it should be for Evelyn's real happiness that my wish for her marriage with Lumley Ferrers should not be fulfilled, to you I must leave the right to decide on what I cannot foresee.
All I ask is that no obstacle shall be thrown in the way of my wish; and that the child shall be trained up to consider Lumley as her future husband.' Among his papers was a letter addressed to me to the same effect; and, indeed, in other respects that letter left more to my judgment than I had any right to expect.
Oh, I am often unhappy to think that he did not marry one who would have deserved his affection! and--but regret is useless now." "I wish you could really feel so," said Mrs.Leslie; "for regret of another kind still seems to haunt you; and I do not think you have yet forgotten your early sorrows." "Ah, how can I ?" said Lady Vargrave, with a quivering lip. At that instant, a light shadow darkened the sunny lawn in front of the casements, and a sweet, gay young voice was heard singing at a little distance; a moment more, and a beautiful girl, in the first bloom of youth, bounded lightly along the grass, and halted opposite the friends. It was a remarkable contrast,--the repose and quiet of the two persons we have described, the age and gray hairs of one, the resigned and melancholy gentleness written on the features of the other--with the springing step and laughing eyes and radiant bloom of the new comer! As she stood with the setting sun glowing full upon her rich fair hair, her happy countenance and elastic form, it was a vision almost too bright for this weary earth,--a thing of light and bliss, that the joyous Greek might have placed among the forms of Heaven, and worshipped as an Aurora or a Hebe. "Oh, how can you stay indoors this beautiful evening? Come, dearest Mrs. Leslie; come, Mother, dear Mother, you know you promised you would,--you said I was to call you; see, it will rain no more, and the shower has left the myrtles and the violet-bank so fresh." "My dear Evelyn," said Mrs.Leslie, with a smile, "I am not so young as you." "No; but you are just as gay when you are in good spirits--and who can be out of spirits in such weather? Let me call for your chair; let me wheel you--I am sure I can.
Down, Sultan; so you have found me out, have you, sir? Be quiet, sir, down!" This last exhortation was addressed to a splendid dog of the Newfoundland breed, who now contrived wholly to occupy Evelyn's attention. The two friends looked at this beautiful girl, as with all the grace of youth she shared while she rebuked the exuberant hilarity of her huge playmate; and the elder of the two seemed the most to sympathize with her mirth.
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