Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“The next day at dinner my lord acquainted us that he had prevailed with
the bishop to write to the clergyman in the country; indeed, he told us
that he had engaged the bishop to be very warm in our interest, and
had not the least doubt of success. This threw us both into a flow of
spirits; and in the afternoon Mr. Bennet, at Mrs. Ellison’s request,
which was seconded by his lordship, related the history of our lives
from our first acquaintance. My lord seemed much affected with some
tender scenes, which, as no man could better feel, so none could better
describe, than my husband. When he had finished, my lord begged pardon
for mentioning an occurrence which gave him such a particular concern,
as it had disturbed that delicious state of happiness in which we had
lived at our former lodging. ‘It would be ungenerous,’ said he,
‘to rejoice at an accident which, though it brought me fortunately
acquainted with two of the most agreeable people in the world, was yet
at the expense of your mutual felicity. The circumstance, I mean, is
your debt at Oxford; pray, how doth that stand? I am resolved it shall
never disturb your happiness hereafter.’ At these words the tears burst
from my poor husband’s eyes; and, in an ecstasy of gratitude, he cried
out, ‘Your lordship overcomes me with generosity. If you go on in this
manner, both my wife’s gratitude and mine must be bankrupt’ He then
acquainted my lord with the exact state of the case, and received
assurances from him that the debt should never trouble him. My husband
was again breaking out into the warmest expressions of gratitude, but my
lord stopt him short, saying, ‘If you have any obligation, it is to my
little Charley here, from whose little innocent smiles I have received
more than the value of this trifling debt in pleasure.’ I forgot to tell
you that, when I offered to leave the room after dinner upon my child’s
account, my lord would not suffer me, but ordered the child to be
brought to me. He now took it out of my arms, placed it upon his own
knee, and fed it with some fruit from the dessert. In short, it would
be more tedious to you than to myself to relate the thousand little
tendernesses he shewed to the child. He gave it many baubles; amongst
the rest was a coral worth at least three pounds; and, when my husband
was confined near a fortnight to his chamber with a cold, he visited
the child every day (for to this infant’s account were all the visits
placed), and seldom failed of accompanying his visit with a present to
the little thing.
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