Alice, or the Mysteries — Complete. Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон

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      "I see; it is tant soit peu triste to have the church so near you."

      "Do you think so? Ah, but you have not seen it; it is the prettiest church in the county; and the little burial-ground—so quiet, so shut in; I feel better every time I pass it. Some places breathe of religion."

      "You are poetical, my dear little friend."

      Evelyn, who had poetry in her nature, and therefore sometimes it broke out in her simple language, coloured and felt half-ashamed.

      "It is a favourite walk with my mother," said she, apologetically; "she often spends hours there alone: and so, perhaps, I think it a prettier spot than others may. It does not seem to me to have anything of gloom in it; when I die, I should like to be buried there."

      Caroline laughed slightly. "That is a strange wish; but perhaps you have been crossed in love?"

      "I!—oh, you are laughing at me!"

      "You do not remember Mr. Cameron, your real father, I suppose?"

      "No; I believe he died before I was born."

      "Cameron is a Scotch name: to what tribe of Camerons do you belong?"

      "I don't know," said Evelyn, rather embarrassed; "indeed I know nothing of my father's or mother's family. It is very odd, but I don't think we have any relations. You know when I am of age that I am to take the name of Templeton."

      "Ah, the name goes with the fortune; I understand. Dear Evelyn, how rich you will be! I do so wish I were rich!"

      "And I that I were poor," said Evelyn, with an altered tone and expression of countenance.

      "Strange girl! what can you mean?"

      Evelyn said nothing, and Caroline examined her curiously.

      "These notions come from living so much out of the world, my dear Evelyn. How you must long to see more of life!"

      "I! not in the least. I should never like to leave this place,—I could live and die here."

      "You will think otherwise when you are Lady Vargrave. Why do you look so grave? Do you not love Lord Vargrave?"

      "What a question!" said Evelyn, turning away her head, and forcing a laugh.

      "It is no matter whether you do or not: it is a brilliant position. He has rank, reputation, high office; all he wants is money, and that you will give him. Alas! I have no prospect so bright. I have no fortune, and I fear my face will never buy a title, an opera-box, and a house in Grosvenor Square. I wish I were the future Lady Vargrave."

      "I am sure I wish you were," said Evelyn, with great naivete; "you would suit Lord Vargrave better than I should."

      Caroline laughed.

      "Why do you think so?"

      "Oh, his way of thinking is like yours; he never says anything I can sympathize with."

      "A pretty compliment to me! Depend upon it, my dear, you will sympathize with me when you have seen as much of the world. But Lord Vargrave—is he too old?"

      "No, I don't think of his age; and indeed he looks younger than he is."

      "Is he handsome?"

      "He is what may be called handsome,—you would think so."

      "Well, if he comes here, I will do my best to win him from you; so look to yourself."

      "Oh, I should be so grateful; I should like him so much, if he would fall in love with you!"

      "I fear there is no chance of that."

      "But how," said Evelyn, hesitatingly, after a pause,—"how is it that you have seen so much more of the world than I have? I thought Mr. Merton lived a great deal in the country."

      "Yes, but my uncle, Sir John Merton, is member for the county; my grandmother on my father's side—Lady Elizabeth, who has Tregony Castle (which we have just left) for her jointure-house—goes to town almost every season, and I have spent three seasons with her. She is a charming old woman,—quite the grand dame. I am sorry to say she remains in Cornwall this year. She has not been very well; the physicians forbid late hours and London; but even in the country we are very gay. My uncle lives near us, and though a widower, has his house full when down at Merton Park; and Papa, too, is rich, very hospitable and popular, and will, I hope, be a bishop one of these days—not at all like a mere country parson; and so, somehow or other, I have learned to be ambitious,—we are an ambitious family on Papa's side. But, alas! I have not your cards to play. Young, beautiful, and an heiress! Ah, what prospects! You should make your mamma take you to town."

      "To town! she would be wretched at the very idea. Oh, you don't know us."

      "I can't help fancying, Miss Evelyn," said Caroline, archly, "that you are not so blind to Lord Vargrave's perfections and so indifferent to London, only from the pretty innocent way of thinking, that so prettily and innocently you express. I dare say, if the truth were known, there is some handsome young rector, besides the old curate, who plays the flute, and preaches sentimental sermons in white kid gloves."

      Evelyn laughed merrily,—so merrily that Caroline's suspicions vanished. They continued to walk and talk thus till the night came on, and then they went in; and Evelyn showed Caroline her drawings, which astonished that young lady, who was a good judge of accomplishments. Evelyn's performance on the piano astonished her yet more; but Caroline consoled herself on this point, for her voice was more powerful, and she sang French songs with much more spirit. Caroline showed talent in all she undertook; but Evelyn, despite her simplicity, had genius, though as yet scarcely developed, for she had quickness, emotion, susceptibility, imagination. And the difference between talent and genius lies rather in the heart than the head.

      CHAPTER VII

      DOST thou feel

      The solemn whispering influence of the scene

      Oppressing thy young heart, that thou dost draw

      More closely to my side?

—F. HEMANS: Wood Walk and Hymn.

      CAROLINE and Evelyn, as was natural, became great friends. They were not kindred to each other in disposition; but they were thrown together, and friendship thus forced upon both. Unsuspecting and sanguine, it was natural to Evelyn to admire; and Caroline was, to her inexperience, a brilliant and imposing novelty. Sometimes Miss Merton's worldliness of thought shocked Evelyn; but then Caroline had a way with her as if she were not in earnest,—as if she were merely indulging an inclination towards irony; nor was she without a certain vein of sentiment that persons a little hackneyed in the world and young ladies a little disappointed that they are not wives instead of maids, easily acquire. Trite as this vein of sentiment was, poor Evelyn thought it beautiful and most feeling. Then, Caroline was clever, entertaining, cordial, with all that superficial superiority that a girl of twenty-three who knows London readily СКАЧАТЬ