Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“There lodged in the same house--O, Mrs. Booth! the blood runs cold to
my heart, and should run cold to yours, when I name him--there lodged in
the same house a lord--the lord, indeed, whom I have since seen in your
company. This lord, Mrs. Ellison told me, had taken a great fancy to my
little Charley. Fool that I was, and blinded by my own passion, which
made me conceive that an infant, not three months old, could be really
the object of affection to any besides a parent, and more especially to
a gay young fellow! But, if I was silly in being deceived, how wicked
was the wretch who deceived me--who used such art, and employed such
pains, such incredible pains, to deceive me! He acted the part of a
nurse to my little infant; he danced it, he lulled it, he kissed it;
declared it was the very picture of a nephew of his--his favourite
sister’s child; and said so many kind and fond things of its beauty,
that I myself, though, I believe, one of the tenderest and fondest of
mothers, scarce carried my own ideas of my little darling’s perfection
beyond the compliments which he paid it.
“My lord, however, perhaps from modesty, before my face, fell far short
of what Mrs. Ellison reported from him. And now, when she found
the impression which was made on me by these means, she took every
opportunity of insinuating to me his lordship’s many virtues, his great
goodness to his sister’s children in particular; nor did she fail to
drop some hints which gave me the most simple and groundless hopes of
strange consequences from his fondness to my Charley.
“When, by these means, which, simple as they may appear, were, perhaps,
the most artful, my lord had gained something more, I think, than my
esteem, he took the surest method to confirm himself in my affection.
This was, by professing the highest friendship for my husband; for, as
to myself, I do assure you he never shewed me more than common respect;
and I hope you will believe I should have immediately startled and
flown off if he had. Poor I accounted for all the friendship which he
expressed for my husband, and all the fondness which he shewed to my
boy, from the great prettiness of the one and the great merit of the
other; foolishly conceiving that others saw with my eyes and felt with
my heart. Little did I dream that my own unfortunate person was the
fountain of all this lord’s goodness, and was the intended price of it.
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