Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“I am going now, madam, to relate to you one of those strange accidents
which are produced by such a train of circumstances, that mere chance
hath been thought incapable of bringing them together; and which have
therefore given birth, in superstitious minds, to Fortune, and to
several other imaginary beings.
“We were now impatiently expecting the arrival of the doctor; our
messenger had been gone much more than a sufficient time, which to us,
you may be assured, appeared not at all shorter than it was, when nurse,
who had gone out of doors on some errand, came running hastily to us,
crying out, ‘O my dear young madam, her ladyship’s coach is just at the
door!’ Amelia turned pale as death at these words; indeed, I feared she
would have fainted, if I could be said to fear, who had scarce any of my
senses left, and was in a condition little better than my angel’s.
“While we were both in this dreadful situation, Amelia fallen back in
her chair with the countenance in which ghosts are painted, myself
at her feet, with a complexion of no very different colour, and nurse
screaming out and throwing water in Amelia’s face, Mrs. Harris entered
the room. At the sight of this scene she threw herself likewise into a
chair, and called immediately for a glass of water, which Miss Betty
her daughter supplied her with; for, as to nurse, nothing was capable of
making any impression on her whilst she apprehended her young mistress
to be in danger.
“The doctor had now entered the room, and, coming immediately up to
Amelia, after some expressions of surprize, he took her by the hand,
called her his little sugar-plum, and assured her there were none but
friends present. He then led her tottering across the room to Mrs.
Harris. Amelia then fell upon her knees before her mother; but the
doctor caught her up, saying, ‘Use that posture, child, only to the
Almighty!’ but I need not mention this singularity of his to you
who know him so well, and must have heard him often dispute against
addressing ourselves to man in the humblest posture which we use towards
the Supreme Being.
“I will tire you with no more particulars: we were soon satisfied that
the doctor had reconciled us and our affairs to Mrs. Harris; and we
now proceeded directly to church, the doctor having before provided a
licence for us.”
“But where is the strange accident?” cries Miss Matthews; “sure you have
raised more curiosity than you have satisfied.”
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