Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“When I had left the doctor I repaired to my Amelia, whom I found in her
chamber, employed in a very different manner from what she had been the
preceding night; she was busy in packing up some trinkets in a casket,
which she desired me to carry with me. This casket was her own work, and
she had just fastened it as I came to her.
“Her eyes very plainly discovered what had passed while she was engaged
in her work: however, her countenance was now serene, and she spoke, at
least, with some chearfulness. But after some time, ‘You must take care
of this casket, Billy,’ said she. ‘You must, indeed, Billy--for--’ here
passion almost choaked her, till a flood of tears gave her relief, and
then she proceeded--‘For I shall be the happiest woman that ever was
born when I see it again.’ I told her, with the blessing of God, that
day would soon come. ‘Soon!’ answered she. ‘No, Billy, not soon: a week
is an age;--but yet the happy day may come. It shall, it must, it will!
Yes, Billy, we shall meet never to part again, even in this world, I
hope.’ Pardon my weakness, Miss Matthews, but upon my soul I cannot help
it,” cried he, wiping his eyes. “Well, I wonder at your patience, and I
will try it no longer. Amelia, tired out with so long a struggle
between variety of passions, and having not closed her eyes during three
successive nights, towards the morning fell into a profound sleep. In
which sleep I left her, and, having drest myself with all the expedition
imaginable, singing, whistling, hurrying, attempting by every method to
banish thought, I mounted my horse, which I had over-night ordered to
be ready, and galloped away from that house where all my treasure was
deposited.
“Thus, madam, I have, in obedience to your commands, run through a scene
which, if it hath been tiresome to you, you must yet acquit me of having
obtruded upon you. This I am convinced of, that no one is capable
of tasting such a scene who hath not a heart full of tenderness, and
perhaps not even then, unless he hath been in the same situation.”
Chapter iii.
_In which Mr. Booth sets forward on his journey._
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