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indulgent, but my poor Frederica’s temper could never bear opposition
well: you must support and encourage me; you must urge the necessity of
reproof if you see me too lenient.” All this sounds very reasonable.
Reginald is so incensed against the poor silly girl! Surely it is not
to Lady Susan’s credit that he should be so bitter against her
daughter; his idea of her must be drawn from the mother’s description.
Well, whatever may be his fate, we have the comfort of knowing that we
have done our utmost to save him. We must commit the event to a higher
power.
Yours ever, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
XVI
_Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson._
Churchhill.
Never, my dearest Alicia, was I so provoked in my life as by a letter
this morning from Miss Summers. That horrid girl of mine has been
trying to run away. I had not a notion of her being such a little devil
before, she seemed to have all the Vernon milkiness; but on receiving
the letter in which I declared my intention about Sir James, she
actually attempted to elope; at least, I cannot otherwise account for
her doing it. She meant, I suppose, to go to the Clarkes in
Staffordshire, for she has no other acquaintances. But she shall be
punished, she shall have him. I have sent Charles to town to make
matters up if he can, for I do not by any means want her here. If Miss
Summers will not keep her, you must find me out another school, unless
we can get her married immediately. Miss S. writes word that she could
not get the young lady to assign any cause for her extraordinary
conduct, which confirms me in my own previous explanation of it.
Frederica is too shy, I think, and too much in awe of me to tell tales,
but if the mildness of her uncle should get anything out of her, I am
not afraid. I trust I shall be able to make my story as good as hers.
If I am vain of anything, it is of my eloquence. Consideration and
esteem as surely follow command of language as admiration waits on
beauty, and here I have opportunity enough for the exercise of my
talent, as the chief of my time is spent in conversation.
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