Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“Indeed, madam,” answered he, “your reproof is just; I had like to
have forgotten it; but you cannot wonder at me when you reflect on that
interesting part of my story which I am now relating.--But before I
mention this accident I must tell you what happened after Amelia’s
escape from her mother’s house. Mrs. Harris at first ran out into the
lane among her servants, and pursued us (so she imagined) along the road
leading to the town; but that being very dirty, and a violent storm of
rain coming, she took shelter in an alehouse about half a mile from her
own house, whither she sent for her coach; she then drove, together with
her daughter, to town, where, soon after her arrival, she sent for the
doctor, her usual privy counsellor in all her affairs. They sat up all
night together, the doctor endeavouring, by arguments and persuasions,
to bring Mrs. Harris to reason; but all to no purpose, though, as he
hath informed me, Miss Betty seconded him with the warmest entreaties.”
Here Miss Matthews laughed; of which Booth begged to know the reason:
she, at last, after many apologies, said, “It was the first good thing
she ever heard of Miss Betty; nay,” said she, “and asking your pardon
for my opinion of your sister, since you will have it, I always
conceived her to be the deepest of hypocrites.”
Booth fetched a sigh, and said he was afraid she had not always acted so
kindly;--and then, after a little hesitation, proceeded:
“You will be pleased, madam, to remember the lad was sent with a verbal
message to the doctor: which message was no more than to acquaint him
where we were, and to desire the favour of his company, or that he would
send a coach to bring us to whatever place he would please to meet us
at. This message was to be delivered to the doctor himself, and the
messenger was ordered, if he found him not at home, to go to him
wherever he was. He fulfilled his orders and told it to the doctor in
the presence of Mrs. Harris.”
“Oh, the idiot!” cries Miss Matthews. “Not at all,” answered Booth: “he
is a very sensible fellow, as you will, perhaps, say hereafter. He had
not the least reason to suspect that any secrecy was necessary; for
we took the utmost care he should not suspect it.--Well, madam, this
accident, which appeared so unfortunate, turned in the highest degree
to our advantage. Mrs. Harris no sooner heard the message delivered
than she fell into the most violent passion imaginable, and accused the
doctor of being in the plot, and of having confederated with me in the
design of carrying off her daughter.
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