Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“I do believe you,” said the colonel: “and yet, let me tell you, you
are a very extraordinary man, not to desire me to quit her on your own
account. Upon my soul, I begin to pity the woman, who hath placed her
affection, perhaps, on the only man in England of your age who would not
return it. But for my part, I promise you, I like her beyond all other
women; and, whilst that is the case, my boy, if her mind was as full of
iniquity as Pandora’s box was of diseases, I’d hug her close in my arms,
and only take as much care as possible to keep the lid down for fear of
mischief. But come, dear Booth,” said he, “let us consider your affairs;
for I am ashamed of having neglected them so long; and the only anger I
have against this wench is, that she was the occasion of it.”
Booth then acquainted the colonel with the promises he had received from
the noble lord, upon which James shook him by the hand, and heartily
wished him joy, crying, “I do assure you, if you have his interest, you
will need no other; I did not know you was acquainted with him.”
To which Mr. Booth answered, “That he was but a new acquaintance, and
that he was recommended to him by a lady.”
“A lady!” cries the colonel; “well, I don’t ask her name. You are a
happy man, Booth, amongst the women; and, I assure you, you could have
no stronger recommendation. The peer loves the ladies, I believe, as
well as ever Mark Antony did; and it is not his fault if he hath not
spent as much upon them. If he once fixes his eye upon a woman, he will
stick at nothing to get her.”
“Ay, indeed!” cries Booth. “Is that his character?”
“Ay, faith,” answered the colonel, “and the character of most men
besides him. Few of them, I mean, will stick at anything beside their
money. Jusque a la Bourse is sometimes the boundary of love as well as
friendship. And, indeed, I never knew any other man part with his money
so very freely on these occasions. You see, dear Booth, the confidence I
have in your honour.”
“I hope, indeed, you have,” cries Booth, “but I don’t see what instance
you now give me of that confidence.”
“Have not I shewn you,” answered James, “where you may carry your goods
to market? I can assure you, my friend, that is a secret I would
not impart to every man in your situation, and all circumstances
considered.”
“I am very sorry, sir,” cries Booth very gravely, and turning as pale
as death, “you should entertain a thought of this kind; a thought which
hath almost frozen up my blood. I am unwilling to believe there are such
villains in the world; but there is none of them whom I should detest
half so much as myself, if my own mind had ever suggested to me a hint
of that kind. I have tasted of some distresses of life, and I know not
to what greater I may be driven, but my honour, I thank Heaven, is in my
own power, and I can boldly say to Fortune she shall not rob me of it.”
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