Tales and Novels — Volume 06 by Maria Edgeworth
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"Oh, I recollect her now perfectly," said Lord Colambre: "but what of her?" "She is the woman who, I hope, will be Mrs. Salisbury. Ever since I have been acquainted with them both, I have seen that they were suited to each other; I fancy, indeed I am almost sure, that she could love him, tenderly love him--and, I know, I could not. But my own sentiments, you may be sure, are all I ever told Mr. Salisbury." "But of your own sentiments you may not be sure," said Lord Colambre; "and I see no reason why you should give him up from false generosity." "Generosity!" interrupted Miss Nugent; "you totally misunderstand me; there is no generosity, nothing for me to give up in the case. I did not refuse Mr. Salisbury from generosity, but because I did not love him. Perhaps my seeing early what I have just mentioned to you prevented me from thinking of him as a lover; but, from whatever cause, I certainly never felt love for Mr. Salisbury, nor any of that pity which is said to lead to love: perhaps," added she, smiling, "because I was aware that he would be so much better off after I refused him--so much happier with one suited to him in age, talents, fortune, and love--'What bliss, did he but know his bliss,' were _his_.'" "Did he but know his bliss!" repeated Lord Colambre; "but is not he the best judge of his own bliss?" "And am not I the best judge of mine?" said Miss Nugent: "I go no |
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