Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“Pray, sir,” cries the doctor, turning to the other, “are you a lord?”
“Yes, Mr. ----,” cries he, “I have that honour, indeed.”
“And I suppose you have pride too,” said the doctor.
“I hope I have, sir,” answered he, “at your service.”
“If such a one as you, sir,” cries the doctor, “who are not only a
scandal to the title you bear as a lord, but even as a man, can pretend
to pride, why will you not allow it to a clergyman? I suppose, sir, by
your dress, you are in the army? and, by the ribbon in your hat, you
seem to be proud of that too. How much greater and more honourable is
the service in which that gentleman is enlisted than yours! Why then
should you object to the pride of the clergy, since the lowest of the
function is in reality every way so much your superior?”
“Tida Tidu Tidum,” cries my lord.
“However, gentlemen,” cries the doctor, “if you have the least
pretension to that name, I beg you will put an end to your frolic; since
you see it gives so much uneasiness to the lady. Nay, I entreat you for
your own sakes, for here is one coming who will talk to you in a very
different stile from ours.”
“One coming!” cries my lord; “what care I who is coming?”
“I suppose it is the devil,” cries Jack; “for here are two of his livery
servants already.”
“Let the devil come as soon as he will,” cries my lord; “d--n me if I
have not a kiss!”
Amelia now fell a trembling; and her children, perceiving her fright,
both hung on her, and began to cry; when Booth and Captain Trent both
came up.
Booth, seeing his wife disordered, asked eagerly what was the matter?
At the same time the lord and his companion, seeing Captain Trent, whom
they well knew, said both together, “What, doth this company belong
to you?” When the doctor, with great presence of mind, as he was
apprehensive of some fatal consequence if Booth should know what had
past, said, “So, Mr. Booth, I am glad you are returned; your poor lady
here began to be frighted out of her wits. But now you have him again,”
said he to Amelia, “I hope you will be easy.”
Amelia, frighted as she was, presently took the hint, and greatly
chid her husband for leaving her. But the little boy was not so
quick-sighted, and cried, “Indeed, papa, those naughty men there have
frighted my mamma out of her wits.”
“How!” cries Booth, a little moved; “frightened! Hath any one frightened
you, my dear?”
“No, my love,” answered she, “nothing. I know not what the child means.
Everything is well now I see you safe.”
Trent had been all the while talking aside with the young sparks; and
now, addressing himself to Booth, said, “Here hath been some little
mistake; I believe my lord mistook Mrs. Booth for some other lady.”
“It is impossible,” cries my lord, “to know every one. I am sure, if
I had known the lady to be a woman of fashion, and an acquaintance of
Captain Trent, I should have said nothing disagreeable to her; but, if I
have, I ask her pardon, and the company’s.”
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