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foundation ; perhaps, just because you never tried to win her, she has resolved to win you. No woman values an easy conquest ; they are all generals at heart. But they do value what they have been long in winning. I fear my Zelie is something like Rousseau's Julie
- Le premier soupir de son caur fera le destin de sa vie,' however. She has told me nothing ; you have seen her............Judge for yourself, and if you do not succeed with your cousin, if she trifles, if she rejects; because even a wealthier may offer — remember one who, I believe, would follow you in beggary through the world.”
“Ah! you wrong Augusta !”
“ At any rate, oblige me by abstaining from censures which I will not listen to from any one.
And now I hear Zelie singing in her boudoir—let us join her.”
“If Augusta should be sporting with my feelings, if she should be that vile thing, a coquette,” thought Julian, as Zelie's rich voice and mournful strain woke strange echoes in his heart, “I will try to repay the de voted love of that sweet girl. But it cannot be. Augusta does love me—it is folly, treason, to doubt it. Alphonse, with all his romance, is so suspicious, so worldly, about women!"
Yet see how all around them wait,
All was hope and joy at Moss Grove Rectory on the morning of the day fixed for the arrival of Mr. Lindsay, Julian, Miss Tibby, Annie—and last, not least (in his own opinion) the lion of the day, Ebenezer Grunter.
The Rev. Dr. Lindsay, disturbed by the universal bustle and excitement, was about to shut himself up in a remote chamber, where he might pursue his studies in peace, till his brother's arrival. Mrs. Lindsay was finishing off a soft cushion for Fatima, and superintending the cleaning a perch for Screech. Augusta's heart was in a wild flutter; and her cheek rivalled the roses, through whose petals the sun shone, as they looked in at the window to bid the breakfast party good morrow; jasmine and honeysuckles were peeping in also, and Ellen was gathering a sweet bouquet for her uncle's room.
“Now, my dear,” said Mrs. Lindsay, “put down your books, and do attend to me.”
“I am attending,” answered old Lindsay, looking up for a moment, while running his finger down the index of the work he was reading
Really, my love, on so very important a day I think you might lay aside those fusty old books.”
Old Lindsay laid down his book.
Why, I want to converse a little with you.”
“ About what?"
“ About....... la ! why, about many things ; about your brother's arrival and—” “I am prepared for that.”
Prepared! in what way?” Old Lindsay had taken up his book again.
“How tiresome you are, my dearest love! I want to tell you that I have found out a relationship between old Grunter and myself. His mother was a Gubbs. I think it likely to strengthen my influence with him, and, through him, with your brother. I mean to receive him and treat him as a relation. Now, as he is a scholar, and here only for a short time, you must give him up your study; he requires the morning sun."
Why cannot he share it with me, Nelly? It will put me out sadly to be driven from my accustomed haunt. There is room, and for two."
“No, no, two of a trade can never agree; besides, entre nous, I am sure you would dispute with him on classical and literary subjects.”
“The clash of opinions, Nelly, elicits the sparks of truth.”