Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“Amelia answered with much gravity, ‘If you know, sir, that there is any
distance between us, I suppose you know the reason of that distance; and
then, I think, I could not have expected to be affronted by her name.
I would not have you think, Mr. Booth, that I hate Miss Osborne. No!
Heaven is my witness, I despise her too much.--Indeed, when I reflect
how much I loved the woman who hath treated me so cruelly, I own it
gives me pain--when I lay, as I then imagined, and as all about me
believed, on my deathbed, in all the agonies of pain and misery, to
become the object of laughter to my dearest friend.--O, Mr. Booth, it is
a cruel reflection! and could I after this have expected from you--but
why not from you, to whom I am a person entirely indifferent, if such a
friend could treat me so barbarously?’
“During the greatest part of this speech the tears streamed from
her bright eyes. I could endure it no longer. I caught up the word
indifferent, and repeated it, saying, Do you think then, madam, that
Miss Emily is indifferent to me?
“‘Yes, surely, I do,’ answered she: ‘I know I am; indeed, why should I
not be indifferent to you?’
“Have my eyes,” said I, “then declared nothing?”
“‘O! there is no need of your eyes’ answered she; ‘your tongue hath
declared that you have singled out of all womankind my greatest, I will
say, my basest enemy. I own I once thought that character would have
been no recommendation to you;--but why did I think so? I was born to
deceive myself.’
“I then fell on my knees before her; and, forcing her hand, cried out,
O, my Amelia! I can bear no longer. You are the only mistress of my
affections; you are the deity I adore. In this stile I ran on for above
two or three minutes, what it is impossible to repeat, till a torrent of
contending passions, together with the surprize, overpowered her gentle
spirits, and she fainted away in my arms.
“To describe my sensation till she returned to herself is not in my
power.”--“You need not,” cried Miss Matthews.--“Oh, happy Amelia! why
had I not been blest with such a passion?”--“I am convinced, madam,”
continued he, “you cannot expect all the particulars of the tender scene
which ensued. I was not enough in my senses to remember it all. Let it
suffice to say, that that behaviour with which Amelia, while ignorant
of its motive, had been so much displeased, when she became sensible of
that motive, proved the strongest recommendation to her favour, and she
was pleased to call it generous.”
“Generous!” repeated the lady, “and so it was, almost beyond the reach
of humanity. I question whether you ever had an equal.”
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