And so she did; but we never saw what she wrote: however, I am
convinced, that she had called him a firebrand, and reproved him for his
evident desire of making mischief between my husband and me. Nor can I
doubt but that the justice of her reproofs made them more stinging to
the heart of the offender, and that he felt at the time a degree of
unspeakable and unutterable resentment, on which his cooler judgment
made him feel it impolitic to act; for he had, as my mother said, too
much good sense not to value her acquaintance.
I must now return to Charlotte Jermyn. I forgot to say, that she wrote a
very fawning letter of thanks to me after her return home, thanking me
for my kindness to her, and hoping that I would send for her again
whenever she could be of any service to me. I have reason to think that
she also wrote more than once to my husband: but he never communicated
what she wrote to me; and I had the mortification to find how vainly I
had tried to give him those habits of openness and ingenuousness which
can alone render the nearest and tenderest ties productive of confidence
and happiness.
Now, after a silence of four months, she again wrote to me to inform me
that she was married to a young ensign in a marching regiment quartered
near her father's house; but as it was against her father's consent, she
had been forced to go to Gretna Green, and that her father, Mr. Jermyn,
continued inexorable.
This letter I communicated to my husband, who was, I found, already
acquainted with the circumstance, though he did not tell me by what
means he knew it. He also told me that her father has since assured her
of his forgiveness; but told her at the same time, that he could bestow
on her nothing else, as he had ten children, and a small income; and
that the young couple had nothing to live upon except the pay of an
ensign of foot.
"I am sure _I_ can do nothing for her," Pendarves added; "for my own
wants, or rather my expenses, are beyond my means."
"And were they not," answered I, "I do not feel that Charlotte Jermyn,
or rather Mrs. Saunders, has any claims on you."
"Still, I would not let her starve, if I could help it; but I cannot."
I did not like to ask whether she had applied to him to lend her money;
but I suspected that she had, and that he had refused: for soon after
I saw him receive a letter, which he read with an angry and flushed
countenance, and thrust into the fire, muttering as he did so,
"Confounded fool, insolent!"
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