ABSTRACT
The Countess of —’s ball was fixed upon as the occasion of my first appearance. What meditation did it not cost me, to decide upon the style of my costume for that eventful evening! How did my preference fluctuate between the gorgeous and the simple, the airy and the magnificent! The balance was cast in favour of the latter, by the possession of my mother’s jewels; which my father ordered to be reset for me, with superb additions. ‘He could afford it,’ he said, ‘as well as Lady — or any of her company, and he saw no reason why I should not be as fine as the proudest of them.’ My heart bounded with delight, when I at last saw the brilliants flash in my dark hair, mark the contour of my neck, and circle a waist slender as the form of a sylph. 63 All that flattery had told, and vanity believed, seemed now to gain confirmation; yet, still some doubts allayed my self-conceit, till it received its consummation from the cold, the stately Mr Maitland. I overheard Miss Arnold whisper to him, as I entered the drawing-room where he and a large party were waiting to escort me, ‘look what lovely diamonds Mr Percy has given Ellen.’ ‘They would have been better bestowed elsewhere,’ returned Mr Maitland; ‘nobody that looks at Miss Percy will observe them.’
