The Complete Wyvern Mystery (All 3 Volumes in One Edition). Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

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      Chapter I.

      Alice Maybell

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      In the small breakfast parlour of Oulton, a pretty girl, Miss Alice Maybell, with her furs and wrappers about her, and a journey of forty miles before her -- not by rail -- to Wyvern, had stood up to hug and kiss her old aunt, and bid her good-bye.

      "Now, do sit down again; you need not be in such a hurry -- you're not to go for ten minutes or more," said the old lady; "do, there's a darling."

      "If I'm not home before the sun goes down, aunt, Mr. Fairfield will be so angry," said the girl, laying a hand on each shoulder of kind old Lady Wyndale, and looking fondly, but also sadly, into her face.

      "Which Mr. Fairfield, dear -- the old or the young one?"

      "Old Mr. Fairfield, the Squire, as we call him at Wyvern. He'll really be angry, and I'm a little bit afraid of him, and I would not vex him for the world -- he has always been so kind."

      As she answered, the young lady blushed a beautiful crimson, and the old lady, not observing it, said --

      "Indeed, I don't know why I said young -- young Mr. Fairfield is old enough, I think, to be your father; but I want to know how you liked Lord Tremaine. I told you how much he liked you. I'm a great believer in first impressions. He was so charmed with you, when he saw you in Wyvern Church. Of course he ought to have been thinking of something better; but no matter -- the fact was so, and now he is, I really think, in love -- very much -- and who knows? He's such a charming person, and there is everything to make it -- I don't know what word to use -- but you know Tremaine is quite a beautiful place, and he does not owe a guinea."

      "You dear old auntie," said the girl, kissing her again on the cheek, "wicked old darling -- always making great matches for me. If you had remained in India, you'd have married me, I'm sure, to a native prince."

      "Native fiddlestick; of course I could if I had liked, but you never should have married a Mahomedan with my consent. Never mind though; you're sure to do well; marriages are made in heaven, and I really believe there is no use in plotting and planning. There was your darling mamma, when we were both girls together, I said I should never consent to marry a soldier or live out of England, and I did marry a soldier, and lived twelve years of my life in India; and she, poor darling, said again and again, she did not care who her husband might be, provided he was not a clergyman, nor a person living all the year round in the country -- that no power could induce her to consent to, and yet she did consent, and to both one and the other, and married a clergyman, and a poor one, and lived and died in the country. So, after all, there's not much use in planning beforehand."

      "Very true, auntie; none in the world, I believe."

      The girl was looking partly over her shoulder, out of the window, upward towards the clouds, and she sighed heavily; and recollecting herself, looked again in her aunt's face and smiled.

      "I wish you could have stayed a little longer here," said her aunt.

      "I wish I could," she answered slowly, "I was thinking of talking over a great many things with you -- that is, СКАЧАТЬ