Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 112 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
of Mrs. Fairleigh. She waited impatiently for the rest, murmuring, as the
other paused
"What can you mean, Mrs. Fairleigh?""I mean this, that I must have your daughter Rose as a companion for
some time this winter. I would keep her as long as I can; not merely all
the winter, but all the summer; and in fact all the year. She has won my
heart, as I have said, and I must have her with me as friend, compan-
ion, and associate, for as long a season as possible. You must be aware,
my dear Mrs. Carter, that I am in the habit, every summer of visiting
the most famous of the northern watering places. I spend so many weeks
on the North River; I visit West Point usually for a week or ten days; then
proceed to Saratoga; visit Lebanon and the Shaker settlements; proceed
to Quebec and Montreal possibly, and wind up the season at Newport.
I wish Rose for my companion in these summer excursions. I suppose
I need not assure you that in all these places I only move in the best soci-
ety; not only among the fashionables, but among the old aristocracy of
the North. My friends are all of ancient family. There are the Van
Rensselaers, the Van Sittarts, the Van Couvers, the Van Burens, the Van
Duyckes, in fact all the Vans of any note; but there are the Schuylers also,
the Pauldings, the Irvings, the Hammonds, the Winthrops, the
Boylestons; in brief, all the old families of New York and New England.
I need not say to you that, with the quick wits, the intelligence, the gifts
of your daughter, she will absorb from this world of elegance and liter-
ature, and fashion, a thousand lessons which will ripen to perfection all
her natural endowments,"&c., &c.
Mrs. Carter, somewhat disappointed at the beginning of Mrs.
Fairleigh's speech, warmed as it proceeded, and grew almost aghast with
delight at the grand world-prospect which it opened to her vision of the
Elysian which it promised to her daughter. She had long been impressed
with the idea that nothing was essential to the triumph of Rose but for-
eign travel, and the intercourse with fine people, and the picture presented
to her by her eloquent guest, so completely possessed and influenced her
imagination that words failed her. It was her turn to succumb to her com-
panion; to yield herself in her chair; fall back, clasp her hands together,
close her eyes, and leave her ears, the sole of all her senses, to maintain the
qui vive. She now, however, hardly heard what the tongue of the Lady
Fairleigh was giving forth. Her fancies had rambled off to all the fash-
ionable watering places at the North. She saw her beautiful Rose "the
observed of all observers," the "glass of fashion and the mould of form;"
followed by all the distingues of society; whirled in all the mazes of the