The History of Emily Montague by Frances Brooke
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when it happens talks of the weather; papa is however in her
confidence: he is as strong an advocate for this milky baronet as Mrs. Melmoth. Ten at night. All is over, Lucy; that is to say, all is fixed: they are to be married on Monday next at the Recollects church, and to set off immediately for Montreal: my father has been telling me the whole plan of operations: we go up with them, stay a fortnight, then all come down, and show away till summer, when the happy pair embark in the first ship for England. Emily is really what one would call a prudent pretty sort of woman, I did not think it had been in her: she is certainly right, there is danger in delay; she has a thousand proverbs on her side; I thought what all her fine sentiments would come to; she should at least have waited for mamma's consent; this hurry is not quite consistent with that extreme delicacy on which she piques herself; it looks exceedingly as if she was afraid of losing him. I don't love her half so well as I did three days ago; I hate discreet young ladies that marry and settle; give me an agreable fellow and a knapsack. My poor Rivers! what will become of him when we are gone? he has neglected every body for us. As she loves the pleasures of conversation, she will be amazingly happy in her choice; |
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