Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“The major took me by the hand, and, looking very kindly at me, said,
‘My dear Mr. Booth, I must begin by asking your pardon; for I have done
you an injury for which nothing but the height of friendship in me can
be an excuse; and therefore nothing but the height of friendship in you
can forgive.’ This preamble, madam, you will easily believe, greatly
alarmed all the company, but especially me. I answered, Dear major, I
forgive you, let it be what it will; but what is it possible you can
have done to injure me? ‘That,’ replied he, ‘which I am convinced a man
of your honour and dignity of nature, by G--, must conclude to be one
of the highest injuries. I have taken out of your own hands the doing
yourself justice. I am afraid I have killed the man who hath injured
your honour. I mean that villain Bagillard--but I cannot proceed; for
you, madam,’ said he to my wife, ‘are concerned, and I know what is due
to the dignity of your sex.’ Amelia, I observed, turned pale at these
words, but eagerly begged him to proceed. ‘Nay, madam,’ answered he, ‘if
I am commanded by a lady, it is a part of my dignity to obey.’ He then
proceeded to tell us that Bagillard had rallied him upon a supposition
that he was pursuing my wife with a view of gallantry; telling him that
he could never succeed; giving hints that, if it had been possible, he
should have succeeded himself; and ending with calling my poor Amelia
an accomplished prude; upon which the major gave Bagillard a box in the
ear, and both immediately drew their swords.
“The major had scarce ended his speech when a servant came into the
room, and told me there was a fryar below who desired to speak with me
in great haste. I shook the major by the hand, and told him I not only
forgave him, but was extremely obliged to his friendship; and then,
going to the fryar, I found that he was Bagillard’s confessor, from whom
he came to me, with an earnest desire of seeing me, that he might ask my
pardon and receive my forgiveness before he died for the injury he had
intended me. My wife at first opposed my going, from some sudden fears
on my account; but when she was convinced they were groundless she
consented.
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