Alice, or the Mysteries — Book 01

								

"Do you think so?  Ah, but you have not seen it; it is the prettiest
church in the county; and the little burial-ground--so quiet, so shut in;
I feel better every time I pass it.  Some places breathe of religion."
"You are poetical, my dear little friend."
Evelyn, who had poetry in her nature, and therefore sometimes it broke
out in her simple language, coloured and felt half-ashamed.
"It is a favourite walk with my mother," said she, apologetically; "she
often spends hours there alone: and so, perhaps, I think it a prettier
spot than others may.  It does not seem to me to have anything of gloom
in it; when I die, I should like to be buried there."
Caroline laughed slightly.  "That is a strange wish; but perhaps you have
been crossed in love?"
"I!--oh, you are laughing at me!"
"You do not remember Mr. Cameron, your real father, I suppose?"
"No; I believe he died before I was born."
"Cameron is a Scotch name: to what tribe of Camerons do you belong?"
"I don't know," said Evelyn, rather embarrassed; "indeed I know nothing
of my father's or mother's family.  It is very odd, but I don't think we
have any relations.  You know when I am of age that I am to take the name
of Templeton."
"Ah, the name goes with the fortune; I understand.  Dear Evelyn, how rich
you will be!  I do so wish I were rich!"
"And I that I were poor," said Evelyn, with an altered tone and
expression of countenance.
"Strange girl! what can you mean?"
Evelyn said nothing, and Caroline examined her curiously.
"These notions come from living so much out of the world, my dear Evelyn.
How you must long to see more of life!"
"I! not in the least.  I should never like to leave this place,--I could
live and die here."
"You will think otherwise when you are Lady Vargrave.  Why do you look so
grave?  Do you not love Lord Vargrave?"
"What a question!" said Evelyn, turning away her head, and forcing a
laugh.
"It is no matter whether you do or not: it is a brilliant position.  He
has rank, reputation, high office; all he wants is money, and that you
will give him.  Alas! I have no prospect so bright.  I have no fortune,
and I fear my face will never buy a title, an opera-box, and a house in
Grosvenor Square.  I wish I were the future Lady Vargrave."
"I am sure I wish you were," said Evelyn, with great naivete; "you
would suit Lord Vargrave better than I should."
Caroline laughed.
"Why do you think so?"
"Oh, his way of thinking is like yours; he never says anything I can
sympathize with."
"A pretty compliment to me!  Depend upon it, my dear, you will sympathize
with me when you have seen as much of the world.  But Lord Vargrave--is
he too old?"
"No, I don't think of his age; and indeed he looks younger than he is."
"Is he handsome?"
"He is what may be called handsome,--you would think so."
"Well, if he comes here, I will do my best to win him from you; so look