Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Amelia? on our---Oh, Heavens!--on our children!--On the other side,
is it possible even to mention the word--I will not, must not, cannot,
cannot part with you.---What must we do, Amelia? It is now I sincerely
ask your advice.”
“‘What advice can I give you,’ said she, ‘in such an alternative? Would
to Heaven we had never met!’
“These words were accompanied with a sigh, and a look inexpressibly
tender, the tears at the same time overflowing all her lovely cheeks. I
was endeavouring to reply when I was interrupted by what soon put an end
to the scene.
“Our amour had already been buzzed all over the town; and it came at
last to the ears of Mrs. Harris: I had, indeed, observed of late a great
alteration in that lady’s behaviour towards me whenever I visited at the
house; nor could I, for a long time before this evening, ever obtain
a private interview with Amelia; and now, it seems, I owed it to her
mother’s intention of overhearing all that passed between us.
“At the period then above mentioned, Mrs. Harris burst from the closet
where she had hid herself, and surprised her daughter, reclining on
my bosom in all that tender sorrow I have just described. I will not
attempt to paint the rage of the mother, or the daughter’s confusion,
or my own. ‘Here are very fine doings, indeed,’ cries Mrs. Harris: ‘you
have made a noble use, Amelia, of my indulgence, and the trust I reposed
in you.--As for you, Mr. Booth, I will not accuse you; you have used
my child as I ought to have expected; I may thank myself for what hath
happened;’ with much more of the same kind, before she would suffer me
to speak; but at last I obtained a hearing, and offered to excuse my
poor Amelia, who was ready to sink into the earth under the oppression
of grief, by taking as much blame as I could on myself. Mrs. Harris
answered, ‘No, sir, I must say you are innocent in comparison of her;
nay, I can say I have heard you use dissuasive arguments; and I promise
you they are of weight. I have, I thank Heaven, one dutiful child, and
I shall henceforth think her my only one.’--She then forced the poor,
trembling, fainting Amelia out of the room; which when she had done, she
began very coolly to reason with me on the folly, as well as iniquity,
which I had been guilty of; and repeated to me almost every word I had
before urged to her daughter. In fine, she at last obtained of me a
promise that I would soon go to my regiment, and submit to any misery
rather than that of being the ruin of Amelia.
“I now, for many days, endured the greatest torments which the human
mind is, I believe, capable of feeling; and I can honestly say I tried
all the means, and applied every argument which I could raise, to cure
me of my love. And to make these the more effectual, I spent every night
in walking backwards and forwards in the sight of Mrs. Harris’s house,
where I never failed to find some object or other which raised some
tender idea of my lovely Amelia, and almost drove me to distraction.”
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