“Married to him!” repeated Cecilia, in the utmost consternation.
“I believe, my dear,” cried Lady Honoria, looking at her very archly, “you intend to be married to him yourself?”
“Me? no, indeed!”
“You look very guilty, though,” cried she laughing, “and indeed when you came hither, every body said that the whole affair was arranged.”
“For shame, Lady Honoria!” said Cecilia, again changing colour, “I am sure this must be your own fancy,—invention,—”
“No, I assure you; I heard it at several places; and every body said how charmingly your fortune would build up all these old fortifications; but some people said they knew Mr Harrel had sold you to Mr Marriot, and that if you married Mortimer, there would be a lawsuit that would take away half your estate; and others said you had promised your hand to Sir Robert Floyer, and repented when you heard of his mortgages, and he gave it out every where that he would fight any man that pretended to you; and then again some said that you were all the time privately married to Mr Arnott, but did not dare own it, because he was so afraid of fighting with Sir Robert.”
“O Lady Honoria!” cried Cecilia, half laughing, “what wild inventions are these! and all I hope, your own?”
“No, indeed, they were current over the whole town. But don't take any notice of what I told you about Euphrasia, for perhaps, it may never happen.”
“Perhaps,” said Cecilia, reviving by believing it all fiction, “it has never been in agitation?”
“O yes; it is negociating at this very moment, I believe, among the higher powers; only Mr Delvile does not yet know whether Euphrasia has fortune enough for what he wants.”