Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“Here, Mrs. Booth, I cannot help mentioning a doubt which hath often
arisen in my mind since I have been enough mistress of myself to reflect
on this horrid train which was laid to blow up my innocence. Wicked
and barbarous it was to the highest degree without any question; but my
doubt is, whether the art or folly of it be the more conspicuous; for,
however delicate and refined the art must be allowed to have been, the
folly, I think, must upon a fair examination appear no less astonishing:
for to lay all considerations of cruelty and crime out of the case, what
a foolish bargain doth the man make for himself who purchases so poor a
pleasure at so high a price!
“We had lived near three weeks with as much freedom as if we had been
all of the same family, when, one afternoon, my lord proposed to my
husband to ride down himself to solicit the surrender; for he said the
bishop had received an unsatisfactory answer from the parson, and had
writ a second letter more pressing, which his lordship now promised us
to strengthen by one of his own that my husband was to carry with him.
Mr. Bennet agreed to this proposal with great thankfulness, and the next
day was appointed for his journey. The distance was near seventy miles.
“My husband set out on his journey, and he had scarce left me before
Mrs. Ellison came into my room, and endeavoured to comfort me in his
absence; to say the truth, though he was to be from me but a few
days, and the purpose of his going was to fix our happiness on a sound
foundation for all our future days, I could scarce support my spirits
under this first separation. But though I then thought Mrs. Ellison’s
intentions to be most kind and friendly, yet the means she used were
utterly ineffectual, and appeared to me injudicious. Instead of soothing
my uneasiness, which is always the first physic to be given to grief,
she rallied me upon it, and began to talk in a very unusual stile of
gaiety, in which she treated conjugal love with much ridicule.
“I gave her to understand that she displeased me by this discourse; but
she soon found means to give such a turn to it as made a merit of all
she had said. And now, when she had worked me into a good humour, she
made a proposal to me which I at first rejected--but at last fatally,
too fatally, suffered myself to be over-persuaded. This was to go to
a masquerade at Ranelagh, for which my lord had furnished her with
tickets.”
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