Liber Amoris, or, the New Pygmalion by William Hazlitt
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H. And did he return your regard? S. I had every reason to think so. H. What then broke off your intimacy? S. It was the pride of birth, Sir, that would not permit him to think of a union. H. Was he a young man of rank, then? S. His connections were high. H. And did he never attempt to persuade you to any other step? S. No--he had too great a regard for me. H. Tell me, my angel, how was it? Was he so very handsome? Or was it the fineness of his manners? S. It was more his manner: but I can't tell how it was. It was chiefly my own fault. I was foolish to suppose he could ever think seriously of me. But he used to make me read with him--and I used to be with him a good deal, though not much neither--and I found my affections entangled before I was aware of it. H. And did your mother and family know of it? S. No--I have never told any one but you; nor I should not have |
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