Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XVII: April Contrasts—Smiles and Tears >> Page 166

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 166JOSCELYN
He raised his head, and she disposed the cushions under it.
"Ah ! " said the mother, thoughtfully. "Grace is so thoughtful!
She is worth a dozen of you, Angelica!"
Walter did not exactly think with the mother; but he had a dim
consciousness, at that moment, that it would be much the better for
him could the two girls be blended into one.
Grace blushed at her mother's compliment, and, as Walter beheld
it, he fancied that there was something now of Angelica's beauty in
the sad, plain, pale face of her sister at the moment.
"I never thought of it, mamma," said Angelica, excusing herself.
Walter recollected a maxim of Miss Janet, his aunt it was an
awkward recollection :
"True love is the most thoughtful of all things! It loses half in its
consideration of the thing it loves."
It was agreed that Walter needed rest, and Angelica was with
difficulty persuaded that she, as well as her mother and sister, had
better leave him where he lay. It was pleasant summer weather still,
though cooling gradually into autumn.
When Walter awakened from his sleep, he discovered that some
thoughtful hand had spread a shawl over him while he slept. He
wished it might have been Angelica. He feared that it was Grace
who had done it; and he was right.
How frequently, in absolute conflict with the passions and the sym-
pathies of men, are the righteous instincts of their minds. This con-
flict between the two�when shall it be reconciled for the promotion
of human happiness?
Had Walter but heard the few sentences that passed between his
sweetheart and her sister, as they left the room together with flash-
ing eyes, said Angelica :
"You are quite too officious, Grace. If you hadn't been so forward,
I should have got the biscuits and the wine, in a few minutes more;
and surely there was no just need of hurry; and why couldn't you
tell me, in a whisper, and let me get the pillows for him? Then
mamma wouldn't have found fault with me in his hearing."
"I am sorry, Angey, that I did not think of it, or I would have
done so," was the meek reply. "But you had been for some time
alone with Walter, and I prepared the waiter with the wine and the
biscuit, to be sent with you, long before I went in myself."