Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“The immediate disappointment did not hurt him so much as the conclusion
he drew from it; for he could have but little hopes that the man who
could have the cruelty to refuse him a title would vouchsafe afterwards
to deliver up to him a living of so considerable a value; nor was it
long before this worthy incumbent told him plainly that he valued his
uncle’s favours at too high a rate to part with them to any one; nay,
he pretended scruples of conscience, and said that, if he had made any
slight promises, which he did not now well remember, they were wicked
and void; that he looked upon himself as married to his parish, and he
could no more give it up than he could give up his wife without sin.
“The poor young fellow was now obliged to seek farther for a title,
which, at length, he obtained from the rector of the parish where my
aunt lived.
“He had not long been settled in the curacy before an intimate
acquaintance grew between him and my aunt; for she was a great admirer
of the clergy, and used frequently to say they were the only conversible
creatures in the country.
“The first time she was in this gentleman’s company was at a neighbour’s
christening, where she stood godmother. Here she displayed her whole
little stock of knowledge, in order to captivate Mr. Bennet (I suppose,
madam, you already guess that to have been his name), and before they
parted gave him a very strong invitation to her house.
“Not a word passed at this christening between Mr. Bennet and myself,
but our eyes were not unemployed. Here, madam, I first felt a pleasing
kind of confusion, which I know not how to describe. I felt a kind of
uneasiness, yet did not wish to be without it. I longed to be alone,
yet dreaded the hour of parting. I could not keep my eyes off from the
object which caused my confusion, and which I was at once afraid of and
enamoured with. But why do I attempt to describe my situation to one who
must, I am sure, have felt the same?”
Amelia smiled, and Mrs. Bennet went on thus: “O, Mrs. Booth! had you
seen the person of whom I am now speaking, you would not condemn the
suddenness of my love. Nay, indeed, I had seen him there before, though
this was the first time I had ever heard the music of his voice. Oh! it
was the sweetest that was ever heard.
“Mr. Bennet came to visit my aunt the very next day. She imputed this
respectful haste to the powerful charms of her understanding, and
resolved to lose no opportunity in improving the opinion which she
imagined he had conceived of her. She became by this desire quite
ridiculous, and ran into absurdities and a gallimatia scarce credible.
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