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Agnes Grey

18.
Mirth And Mourning
THE 1st of June arrived at last: and Rosalie Murray was transmuted into Lady
Ashby. Most splendidly beautiful she looked in her bridal costume. Upon her
return from church, after the ceremony, she came flying into the schoolroom,
flushed with excitement, and laughing, half in mirth, and half in reckless
desperation, as it seemed to me.
'Now, Miss Grey, I'm Lady Ashby!' she exclaimed. 'It's done, my fate is sealed:
there's no drawing back now. I'm come to receive your congratulations and bid
you good-by; and then I'm off for Paris, Rome, Naples, Switzerland, London - oh,
dear! what a deal I shall see and hear before I come back again. But don't forget
me: I shan't forget you, though I've been a naughty girl. Come, why don't you
congratulate me?'
'I cannot congratulate you,' I replied, 'till I know whether this change is really for
the better: but I sincerely hope it is; and I wish you true happiness and the best of
blessings.'
'Well, good-by, the carriage is waiting, and they're calling me.'
She gave me a hasty kiss, and was hurrying away; but, suddenly returning,
embraced me with more affection than I thought her capable of evincing, and
departed with tears in her eyes. Poor girl! I really loved her then; and forgave her
from my heart all the injury she had done me - and others also: she had not half
known it, I was sure; and I prayed God to pardon her too.
During the remainder of that day of festal sadness, I was left to my own devices.
Being too much unhinged for any steady occupation, I wandered about with a
book in my hand for several hours, more thinking than reading, for I had many
things to think about. In the evening, I made use of my liberty to go and see my
old friend Nancy once again; to apologize for my long absence (which must have
seemed so neglectful and unkind) by telling her how busy I had been; and to talk,
or read, or work for her, whichever might be most acceptable, and also, of
course, to tell her the news of this important day: and perhaps to obtain a little
information from her in return, respecting Mr. Weston's expected departure. But
of this she seemed to know nothing, and I hoped, as she did, that it was all a
false report.
She was very glad to see me; but, happily, her eyes were now so nearly well that
she was almost independent of my services. She was deeply interested in the
wedding; but while I amused her with the details of the festive day, the
splendours of the bridal party and of the bride herself, she often sighed and
shook her head, and wished good might come of it; she seemed, like me, to
 
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