Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Mrs. James received her with a degree of civility that amazed Amelia
no less than her coldness had done before. She resolved to come to an
eclaircissement, and, having sat out some company that came in, when
they were alone together Amelia, after some silence and many offers to
speak, at last said, “My dear Jenny (if you will now suffer me to call
you by so familiar a name), have you entirely forgot a certain young
lady who had the pleasure of being your intimate acquaintance at
Montpelier?” “Whom do you mean, dear madam?” cries Mrs. James with great
concern. “I mean myself,” answered Amelia. “You surprize me, madam,”
replied Mrs. James: “how can you ask me that question?” “Nay, my dear, I
do not intend to offend you,” cries Amelia, “but I am really desirous to
solve to myself the reason of that coldness which you shewed me when
you did me the favour of a visit. Can you think, my dear, I was not
disappointed, when I expected to meet an intimate friend, to receive a
cold formal visitant? I desire you to examine your own heart and
answer me honestly if you do not think I had some little reason to be
dissatisfied with your behaviour?” “Indeed, Mrs. Booth,” answered
the other lady, “you surprize me very much; if there was anything
displeasing to you in my behaviour I am extremely concerned at it. I did
not know I had been defective in any of the rules of civility, but if
I was, madam, I ask your pardon.” “Is civility, then, my dear,” replied
Amelia, “a synonymous term with friendship? Could I have expected, when
I parted the last time with Miss Jenny Bath, to have met her the
next time in the shape of a fine lady, complaining of the hardship of
climbing up two pair of stairs to visit me, and then approaching me with
the distant air of a new or a slight acquaintance? Do you think, my dear
Mrs. James, if the tables had been turned, if my fortune had been as
high in the world as yours, and you in my distress and abject condition,
that I would not have climbed as high as the monument to visit you?”
“Sure, madam,” cried Mrs. James, “I mistake you, or you have greatly
mistaken me. Can you complain of my not visiting you, who have owed me
a visit almost these three weeks? Nay, did I not even then send you
a card, which sure was doing more than all the friendship and
good-breeding in the world required; but, indeed, as I had met you in no
public place, I really thought you was ill.”
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