Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“‘You cannot imagine, young gentleman, that your love for Miss Emily is
any secret in this place; I have known it some time, and have been, I
assure you, very much your enemy in this affair.’
“I answered, that I was very much obliged to him.
“‘Why, so you are,’ replied he; ‘and so, perhaps, you will think
yourself when you know all.--I went about a fortnight ago to Mrs.
Harris, to acquaint her with my apprehensions on her daughter’s account;
for, though the matter was much talked of, I thought it might possibly
not have reached her ears. I will be very plain with you. I advised her
to take all possible care of the young lady, and even to send her to
some place, where she might be effectually kept out of your reach while
you remained in the town.’
“And do you think, sir, said I, that this was acting a kind part by me?
or do you expect that I should thank you on this occasion?
“‘Young man,’ answered he, ‘I did not intend you any kindness, nor do
I desire any of your thanks. My intention was to preserve a worthy lady
from a young fellow of whom I had heard no good character, and whom I
imagined to have a design of stealing a human creature for the sake of
her fortune.’
“It was very kind of you, indeed, answered I, to entertain such an
opinion of me.
“‘Why, sir,’ replied the doctor, ‘it is the opinion which, I believe,
most of you young gentlemen of the order of the rag deserve. I have
known some instances, and have heard of more, where such young fellows
have committed robbery under the name of marriage.’
“I was going to interrupt him with some anger when he desired me to have
a little patience, and then informed me that he had visited Mrs. Harris
with the above-mentioned design the evening after the discovery I have
related; that Mrs. Harris, without waiting for his information, had
recounted to him all which had happened the evening before; and, indeed,
she must have an excellent memory, for I think she repeated every word
I said, and added, that she had confined her daughter to her chamber,
where she kept her a close prisoner, and had not seen her since.
“I cannot express, nor would modesty suffer me if I could, all that now
past. The doctor took me by the hand and burst forth into the warmest
commendations of the sense and generosity which he was pleased to say
discovered themselves in my speech. You know, madam, his strong and
singular way of expressing himself on all occasions, especially when he
is affected with anything. ‘Sir,’ said he, ‘if I knew half a dozen such
instances in the army, the painter should put red liveries upon all the
saints in my closet.’
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