A Terrible Temptation (Fiscle Part 3), Charles Reade [good story books to read .txt] 📗

With This Homely Suggestion,  Which Always Sobered Miss Somerset,

And,  Indeed,  Frightened Her Out Of Her Wits,  She Withdrew The Offender.

She Did Not Take Him Into The Kitchen,  But Into The Dining-Room,  And

There He Had A Long Talk With Her,  And Gave Her A Sovereign.

 

She Promised To Inform Him If Anything Important Should Occur.

 

He Went Away,  Pondering And Scowling Deeply.

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Sir Charles Bassett Was Now Living In Elysium. Never Was Rake More

Thoroughly Transformed. Every Day He Sat For Hours At The Feet Of Bella

Bruce,  Admiring Her Soft,  Feminine Ways And Virgin Modesty Even More

Than Her Beauty. And Her Visible Blush Whenever He Appeared Suddenly,

And The Soft Commotion And Yielding In Her Lovely Frame Whenever He

Drew Near,  Betrayed His Magnetic Influence,  And Told All But The Blind

She Adored Him.

 

She Would Decline All Invitations To Dine With Him And Her Father--A

Strong-Minded Old Admiral,  Whose Authority Was Unbounded,  Only,  To

Bella's Regret,  Very Rarely Exerted. Nothing Would Have Pleased Her

More Than To Be Forbidden This And Commanded That; But No! The Admiral

Was A Lion With An Enormous Paw,  Only He Could Not Be Got To Put It

Into Every Pie.

 

In This Charming Society The Hours Glided,  And The Wedding-Day Drew

Close. So Deeply And Sincerely Was Sir Charles In Love That When Mr.

Oldfield's Letter Came,  Appointing The Day And Hour To Sign Miss

Somerset's Deed,  He Was Unwilling To Go,  And Wrote Back To Ask If The

Deed Could Not Be Sent To His House.

 

Mr. Oldfield Replied That The Parties To The Deed And The Witnesses

Must Meet,  And It Would Be Unadvisable,  For Several Reasons,  To

Irritate The Lady's Susceptibility Previous To Signature; The

Appointment Having Been Made At Her House,  It Had Better Remain So.

 

That Day Soon Came.

 

Sir Charles,  Being Due In Mayfair At 2 P.M.,  Compensated Himself For

The Less Agreeable Business To Come By Going Earlier Than Usual To

Portman Square. By This Means He Caught Miss Bruce And Two Other Young

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Ladies Inspecting Bridal Dresses. Bella Blushed And Looked Ashamed,

And,  To The Surprise Of Her Friends,  Sent The Dresses Away,  And Set

Herself To Talk Rationally With Sir Charles--As Rationally As Lovers

Can.

 

The Ladies Took The Cue,  And Retired In Disgust.

 

Sir Charles Apologized.

 

"This Is Too Bad Of Me. I Come At An Unheard-Of Hour,  And Frighten Away

Your Fair Friends; But The Fact Is,  I Have An Appointment At Two,  And I

Don't Know How Long They Will Keep Me,  So I Thought I Would Make Sure

Of Two Happy Hours At The Least."

 

And Delightful Hours They Were. Bella Bruce,  Excited By This Little

Surprise,  Leaned Softly On His Shoulder,  And Prattled Her Maiden Love

Like Some Warbling Fountain.

 

Sir Charles,  Transfigured By Love,  Answered Her In Kind--Three Months

Ago He Could Not--And They Compared Pretty Little Plans Of Wedded Life,

And Had Small Differences,  And Ended By Agreeing.

 

Complete And Prompt Accord Upon Two Points: First,  They Would Not Have

A Single Quarrel,  Like Other People; Their Love Should Never Lose Its

Delicate Bloom; Second,  They Would Grow Old Together,  And Die The Same

Day--The Same Minute If Possible; If Not,  They Must Be Content With The

Same Day,  But,  On That,  Inexorable.

 

But Soon After This Came A Skirmish. Each Wanted To Obey T'other.

 

Sir Charles Argued That Bella Was Better Than He,  And Therefore More

Fit To Conduct The Pair.

 

Bella,  Who Thought Him Divinely Good,  Pounced On This Reason Furiously.

He Defended It. He Admitted,  With Exemplary Candor,  That He Was Good

Now--"Awfully Good." But He Assured Her That He Had Been Anything But

Good Until He Knew Her; Now She Had Been Always Good; Therefore,  He

Argued,  As His Goodness Came Originally From Her,  For Her To Obey Him

Would Be A Little Too Much Like The Moon Commanding The Sun.

 

"That Is Too Ingenious For Me,  Charles," Said Bella. "And,  For Shame!

Nobody Was Ever So Good As You Are. I Look Up To You And--Now I Could

Stop Your Mouth In A Minute. I Have Only To Remind You That I Shall

Swear At The Altar To Obey You,  And You Will Not Swear To Obey Me. But

I Will Not Crush You Under The Prayer-Book--No,  Dearest; But,  Indeed,

To Obey Is A Want Of My Nature,  And I Marry You To Supply That Want:

And That's A Story,  For I Marry You Because I Love And Honor And

Worship And Adore You To Distraction,  My Own--Own--Own!" With This She

Flung Herself Passionately,  Yet Modestly On His Shoulder,  And,  Being

There,  Murmured,  Coaxingly,  "You Will Let Me Obey You,  Charles?"

 

Thereupon Sir Charles Felt Highly Gelatinous,  And Lost,  For The Moment,

All Power Of Resistance Or Argument.

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"Ah,  You Will; And Then You Will Remind Me Of My Dear Mother. She Knew

How To Command; But As For Poor Dear Papa,  He Is Very Disappointing. In

Selecting An Admiral For My Parent,  I Made Sure Of Being Ordered About.

Instead Of That--Now I'll Show You--There He Is In The Next Room,

Inventing A New System Of Signals,  Poor Dear--"

 

She Threw The Folding-Doors Open.

 

"Papa Dear,  Shall I Ask Charles To Dinner To-Day?"

 

"As You Please,  My Dear."

 

"Do You Think I Had Better Walk Or Ride This Afternoon?"

 

"Whichever You Prefer."

 

"There," Said Bella,  "I Told You So. That Is Always The Way. Papa Dear,

You Used Always To Be Firing Guns At Sea. Do,  Please,  Fire One In This

House--Just One--Before I Leave It,  And Make The Very Windows Rattle."

 

"I Beg Your Pardon,  Bella; I Never Wasted Powder At Sea. If The Convoy

Sailed Well And Steered Right I Never Barked At Them. You Are A Modest,

Sensible Girl,  And Have Always Steered A Good Course. Why Should I

Hoist A Petticoat And Play The Small Tyrant? Wait Till I See You Going

To Do Something Wrong Or Silly."

 

"Ah! Then You _Would_ Fire A Gun,  Papa?"

 

"Ay,  A Broadside."

 

"Well,  That Is Something," Said Bella,  As She Closed The Door Softly.

 

"No,  No; It Amounts To Just Nothing," Said Sir Charles; "For You Never

Will Do Anything Wrong Or Silly. I'll Accommodate You. I Have Thought

Of A Way. I Shall Give You Some Blank Cards; You Shall Write On Them,

'I Think I Should Like To Do So And So.' You Shall Be Careless,  And

Leave Them About; I'll Find Them,  And Bluster,  And Say,  'I Command You

To Do So And So,  Bella Bassett'--The Very Thing On The Card,  You Know."

 

Bella Colored To The Brow With Pleasure And Modesty. After A Pause She

Said: "How Sweet! The Worst Of It Is,  I Should Get My Own Way. Now What

I Want Is To Submit My Will To Yours. A Gentle Tyrant--That Is What You

Must Be To Bella Bassett. Oh,  You Sweet,  Sweet,  For Calling Me That!"

 

These Projects Were Interrupted By A Servant Announcing Luncheon. This

Made Sir Charles Look Hastily At His Watch,  And He Found It Was Past

Two O'clock.

 

"How Time Flies In This House!" Said He. "I Must Go,  Dearest; I Am

Behind My Appointment Already. What Do You Do This Afternoon?"

 

"Whatever You Please,  My Own."

 

"I Could Get Away By Four."

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"Then I Will Stay At Home For You."

 

He Left Her Reluctantly,  And She Followed Him To The Head Of The

Stairs,  And Hung Over The Balusters As If She Would Like To Fly After

Him.

 

He Turned At The Street-Door,  Saw That Radiant And Gentle Face Beaming

After Him,  And They Kissed Hands To Each Other By One Impulse,  As If

They Were Parting For Ever So Long.

 

He Had Gone Scarcely Half An Hour When A Letter,  Addressed To Her,  Was

Left At The Door By A Private Messenger.

 

"Any Answer?" Inquired The Servant.

 

"No."

 

The Letter Was Sent Up,  And Delivered To Her On A Silver Salver.

 

She Opened It; It Was A Thing New To Her In Her Young Life--An

Anonymous Letter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Miss Bruce--I Am Almost A Stranger To You,  But I Know Your Character

From Others,  And Cannot Bear To See You Abused. You Are Said To Be

About To Marry Sir Charles Bassett. I Think You Can Hardly Be Aware

That He Is Connected With A Lady Of Doubtful Repute,  Called Somerset,

And Neither Your Beauty Nor Your Virtue Has Prevailed To Detach Him

From That Connection.

 

"If,  On Engaging Himself To You,  He Had Abandoned Her,  I Should Not

Have Said A Word. But The Truth Is,  He Visits Her Constantly,  And I

Blush To Say That When He Leaves You This Day It Will Be To Spend The

Afternoon At Her House.

 

"I Inclose You Her Address,  And You Can Learn In Ten Minutes Whether I

Am A Slanderer Or,  What I Wish To Be,

 

"A Friend Of Injured Innocence."

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Sir Charles Was