Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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I don't know but I may fall in love with her myself. By the way,
a good phrase that; fall in love oh, love ! oh, love ! what a head-
long falling business it is!"
"Really, Stephen, you surprise me to-day. I never "
"Haven't I told you, my dear Mrs. Kirkland, that I am a very
surprising person! I have first discovered the fact myself, but intend
to lose no time in acting upon it; I shall surprise everybody as I have
surprised you, and now that you give me the opportunity, I shall
endeavor to surprise the fair Annie Dunbar. She is, in truth, a de-
lightful creature, and I shall employ a goodly hour in persuading
her that I am an Adonis. What a pity that she has such an old tiger
of a Pasha for a papa ! "
And in this fashion Stephen Joscelyn beguiled the dinner hour
away. Grace only, of all the family, perceived that he had eaten
The old lady, when she had reached the apartment with her girls,
exclaimed :
"Well, if I didn't know that Stephen never drank a drop of liquor,
I should say to-day that he was much the worse for it! What can be
the matter with him? Can it be that he has heard something which
you girls have said?"
"Oh! mother, impossible," said Grace.
"It's only his insolence!" exclaimed Angelica.
"Angey, my child, you must stop this. You show a very bad spirit
towards Stephen, and somehow he sees it."
"Well, if he does?" answered the wilful girl.
"It will be a sorrowful day to me if he should part from this
house in anger. If anybody, you, Angelica, have brought about this
mischief, and for what? Because you think he loves you! It's per-
fectly monstrous ! I trust you may never get a worse husband."
Angelica derisively began humming an air, and sauntered out of
the room to her own chamber. A pleasant smile flushed her counte-
nance ! Her ideal was a something better, and it was with the thought
of one lover that she chafed at any allusion to the other.
That night there were no readings and explanations from the
poets, as usual. Stephen did not come forth to supper. He kept his