Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
We cannot however put an end to the chapter without observing that such
is the ambitious temper of beauty, that it may always apply to itself
that celebrated passage in Lucan,
_Nec quenquam jam ferre potest Caesarve priorem, Pompeiusve parem._
Indeed, I believe, it may be laid down as a general rule, that no woman
who hath any great pretensions to admiration is ever well pleased in a
company where she perceives herself to fill only the second place. This
observation, however, I humbly submit to the judgment of the ladies, and
hope it will be considered as retracted by me if they shall dissent from
my opinion.
Chapter iv.
_Containing matters that require no preface._
When Booth and his wife were left alone together they both extremely
exulted in their good fortune in having found so good a friend as his
lordship; nor were they wanting in very warm expressions of gratitude
towards Mrs. Ellison. After which they began to lay down schemes of
living when Booth should have his commission of captain; and, after the
exactest computation, concluded that, with economy, they should be able
to save at least fifty pounds a-year out of their income in order to pay
their debts.
These matters being well settled, Amelia asked Booth what he thought
of Mrs. Bennet? “I think, my dear,” answered Booth, “that she hath been
formerly a very pretty woman.” “I am mistaken,” replied she, “if she be
not a very good creature. I don’t know I ever took such a liking to any
one on so short an acquaintance. I fancy she hath been a very spritely
woman; for, if you observe, she discovers by starts a great vivacity in
her countenance.” “I made the same observation,” cries Booth: “sure some
strange misfortune hath befallen her.” “A misfortune, indeed!” answered
Amelia; “sure, child, you forget what Mrs. Ellison told us, that she had
lost a beloved husband. A misfortune which I have often wondered at any
woman’s surviving.” At which words she cast a tender look at Booth,
and presently afterwards, throwing herself upon his neck, cried, “O,
Heavens! what a happy creature am I! when I consider the dangers you
have gone through, how I exult in my bliss!” The good-natured reader
will suppose that Booth was not deficient in returning such tenderness,
after which the conversation became too fond to be here related.
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