Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Booth answered, That the lady at supper ordered a bottle of wine, “which
neither myself,” says he, “nor the servants had presence of mind to
provide. Being told there was none in the house, though she had been
before informed that the things came all safe, she had sent for the
maid, who, being unable to devise any excuse, had fallen on her knees,
and, after confessing her design of opening a bottle, which she imputed
to the fellow, betrayed poor me to her mistress.
“Well, madam, after a lecture of about a quarter of an hour’s duration
from Mrs. Harris, I suffered her to conduct me to the outward gate of
her court-yard, whence I set forward in a disconsolate condition of mind
towards my lodgings. I had five miles to walkin a dark and rainy night:
but how can I mention these trifling circumstances as any aggravation of
my disappointment!”
“How was it possible,” cried Miss Matthews, “that you could be got out
of the house without seeing Miss Harris?”
“I assure you, madam,” answered Booth, “I have often wondered at it
myself; but my spirits were so much sunk at the sight of her mother,
that no man was ever a greater coward than I was at that instant.
Indeed, I believe my tender concern for the terrors of Amelia were the
principal cause of my submission. However it was, I left the house, and
walked about a hundred yards, when, at the corner of the garden-wall,
a female voice, in a whisper, cried out, ‘Mr. Booth.’ The person was
extremely near me, but it was so dark I could scarce see her; nor did I,
in the confusion I was in, immediately recognize the voice. I answered
in a line of Congreve’s, which burst from my lips spontaneously; for I
am sure I had no intention to quote plays at that time.
“‘Who calls the wretched thing that was Alphonso?’
“Upon which a woman leapt into my arms, crying out--‘O! it is indeed my
Alphonso, my only Alphonso!’--O Miss Matthews! guess what I felt when I
found I had my Amelia in my arms. I embraced her with an ecstasy not to
be described, at the same instant pouring a thousand tendernesses into
her ears; at least, if I could express so many to her in a minute, for
in that time the alarm began at the house; Mrs. Harris had mist her
daughter, and the court was presently full of lights and noises of all
kinds.
“I now lifted Amelia over a gate, and, jumping after, we crept along
together by the side of a hedge, a different way from what led to the
town, as I imagined that would be the road through which they would
pursue us. In this opinion I was right; for we heard them pass along
that road, and the voice of Mrs. Harris herself, who ran with the rest,
notwithstanding the darkness and the rain. By these means we luckily
made our escape, and clambring over hedge and ditch, my Amelia
performing the part of a heroine all the way, we at length arrived at
a little green lane, where stood a vast spreading oak, under which we
sheltered ourselves from a violent storm.
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