The Last of the Barons — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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that moment were of a nature to augur favourably to the views of the
humbler lover; for, during the stirring scenes in which his late absence from Sibyll had been passed, Hastings had somewhat recovered from her influence; and feeling the difficulties of reconciling his honour and his worldly prospects to further prosecution of the love, rashly expressed but not deeply felt, he had determined frankly to cut the Gordian knot he could not solve, and inform Sibyll that marriage between them was impossible. With that view he had appointed this meeting, and his conference with the king but confirmed his intention. It was in this state of mind that he was thus accosted by Alwyn:-- "My lord, may I make bold to ask for a few moments your charitable indulgence to words you may deem presumptuous?" "Be brief, then, Master Alwyn,--I am waited for." "Alas, my lord! I can guess by whom,--by the one whom I seek myself, --by Sibyll Warner." "How, Sir Goldsmith!" said Hastings, haughtily, "what knowest thou of my movements, and what care I for thine?" "Hearken, my Lord Hastings,--hearken!" said Alwyn, repressing his resentment, and in a voice so earnest that it riveted the entire attention of the listener--"hearken, and judge not as noble judges craftsman, but as man should judge man. As the saw saith, 'We all lie alike in our graves.' From the first moment I saw this Sibyll Warner I loved her. Yes; smile disdainfully, but listen still. She was obscure and in distress. I loved her not for her fair looks alone; I loved her for her good gifts, for her patient industry, for her filial |
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