In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Now this for some time filled me with such heaviness that I knew not
what to do, finding myself as it were stranded between inclination on
the one hand and honour on the other. And being thus situated, I did
as men are wont to do in such a case, that is to say, I stood wavering
between the two difficulties. For I could not altogether resolve to
adopt my lord’s offer and enter the French service, cutting myself off
entirely from my own country, and designing never to see my father’s
face again, lest he should reproach me, and yet I could not make up my
mind to retire immediately to Maderas and return to my duty. And while
in this pother, that ingenious sophistry, wherewith the devil is wont
to bewilder our minds in such cases of temptation, came to the aid of
my own inclination. For (so said the tempter to me), your cousin is
yet very young, and may reasonably look for a far better settlement
than you can offer her. Moreover, she hath not seen you for many
years, and her childish fancy for you can’t fail by now to have faded
away, while as for any more enduring affection for you that might
replace it, how can it have sprung up in your absence? Nay, how do you
know that she han’t already fallen in with some gentleman to whom her
wishes might incline, were it not for her engagement with you? An’t
this more probable, and will you force her to sacrifice her love and
herself to a contract made by your father when you were both infants?
Thus spake the voice of my own desires, and so prone are we to erect
our unruly fancies into virtues, that I waxed exceeding hot and
wrathful when I considered the case of the luckless damsel thus bound
unwillingly to me, and felt that ’twould be to wrong her grievously
did I lack the courage to break the chain that held us. Nor was this
all, for it seemed to me that I had also in my keeping the happiness
of Madam Heliodora, which I must certainly ruin if I should leave her
for to carry out my contract with Dorothy. And thus did I, poor
foolish coxcomb! labour to excuse myself and bring salve to my
conscience, weighing and judging these matters in my mind as though
the lives of all around me had hung upon my nod, and they themselves
should be fortunate or miserable according as my high will and
pleasure should decree. Never once did I consider that in all this I
was wronging not only my poor cousin, whose faithful heart had never
turned from me to any other, but also that noble lady, who, if she had
loved me even as I hoped, would nevertheless have sacrificed herself
and me, without relenting, to the duty that bound me.
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