Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
The greatest part of that night Booth past awake; and, if during the
residue he might be said to sleep, he could scarce be said to enjoy
repose; his eyes were no sooner closed, that he was pursued and haunted
by the most frightful and terrifying dreams, which threw him into so
restless a condition, that he soon disturbed his Amelia, and greatly
alarmed her with apprehensions that he had been seized by some dreadful
disease, though he had not the least symptoms of a fever by any
extraordinary heat, or any other indication, but was rather colder than
usual.
As Booth assured his wife that he was very well, but found no
inclination to sleep, she likewise bid adieu to her slumbers, and
attempted to entertain him with her conversation. Upon which his
lordship occurred as the first topic; and she repeated to him all the
stories which she had heard from Mrs. Ellison, of the peer’s goodness to
his sister and his nephew and niece. “It is impossible, my dear,” says
she, “to describe their fondness for their uncle, which is to me an
incontestible sign of a parent’s goodness.” In this manner she ran on
for several minutes, concluding at last, that it was pity so very few
had such generous minds joined to immense fortunes.
Booth, instead of making a direct answer to what Amelia had said, cried
coldly, “But do you think, my dear, it was right to accept all those
expensive toys which the children brought home? And I ask you again,
what return we are to make for these obligations?”
“Indeed, my dear,” cries Amelia, “you see this matter in too serious
a light. Though I am the last person in the world who would lessen his
lordship’s goodness (indeed I shall always think we are both infinitely
obliged to him), yet sure you must allow the expense to be a mere trifle
to such a vast fortune. As for return, his own benevolence, in the
satisfaction it receives, more than repays itself, and I am convinced he
expects no other.”
“Very well, my dear,” cries Booth, “you shall have it your way; I must
confess I never yet found any reason to blame your discernment; and
perhaps I have been in the wrong to give myself so much uneasiness on
this account.”
“Uneasiness, child!” said Amelia eagerly; “Good Heavens! hath this made
you uneasy?”
“I do own it hath,” answered Booth, “and it hath been the only cause of
breaking my repose.”
“Why then I wish,” cries Amelia, “all the things had been at the devil
before ever the children had seen them; and, whatever I may think
myself, I promise you they shall never more accept the value of
a farthing:--if upon this occasion I have been the cause of your
uneasiness, you will do me the justice to believe that I was totally
innocent.”
At those words Booth caught her in his arms, and with the tenderest
embrace, emphatically repeating the word innocent, cried, “Heaven forbid
I should think otherwise! Oh, thou art the best of creatures that ever
blessed a man!”
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