England -- Fiction; Epistolary fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Widows -- Fiction
Artlessness will never do in love matters; and that girl is born a
simpleton who has it either by nature or affectation. I am not yet
certain that Reginald sees what she is about, nor is it of much
consequence. She is now an object of indifference to him, and she would
be one of contempt were he to understand her emotions. Her beauty is
much admired by the Vernons, but it has no effect on him. She is in
high favour with her aunt altogether, because she is so little like
myself, of course. She is exactly the companion for Mrs. Vernon, who
dearly loves to be firm, and to have all the sense and all the wit of
the conversation to herself: Frederica will never eclipse her. When she
first came I was at some pains to prevent her seeing much of her aunt;
but I have relaxed, as I believe I may depend on her observing the
rules I have laid down for their discourse. But do not imagine that
with all this lenity I have for a moment given up my plan of her
marriage. No; I am unalterably fixed on this point, though I have not
yet quite decided on the manner of bringing it about. I should not
chuse to have the business brought on here, and canvassed by the wise
heads of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon; and I cannot just now afford to go to
town. Miss Frederica must therefore wait a little.
Yours ever,
S. VERNON.
XX
_Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy._
Churchhill
We have a very unexpected guest with us at present, my dear Mother: he
arrived yesterday. I heard a carriage at the door, as I was sitting
with my children while they dined; and supposing I should be wanted,
left the nursery soon afterwards, and was half-way downstairs, when
Frederica, as pale as ashes, came running up, and rushed by me into her
own room. I instantly followed, and asked her what was the matter.
“Oh!” said she, “he is come—Sir James is come, and what shall I do?”
This was no explanation; I begged her to tell me what she meant. At
that moment we were interrupted by a knock at the door: it was
Reginald, who came, by Lady Susan’s direction, to call Frederica down.
“It is Mr. De Courcy!” said she, colouring violently. “Mamma has sent
for me; I must go.” We all three went down together; and I saw my
brother examining the terrified face of Frederica with surprize. In the
breakfast-room we found Lady Susan, and a young man of gentlemanlike
appearance, whom she introduced by the name of Sir James Martin—the
very person, as you may remember, whom it was said she had been at
pains to detach from Miss Mainwaring; but the conquest, it seems, was
not designed for herself, or she has since transferred it to her
daughter; for Sir James is now desperately in love with Frederica, and
with full encouragement from mamma. The poor girl, however, I am sure,
dislikes him; and though his person and address are very well, he
appears, both to Mr. Vernon and me, a very weak young man. Frederica
looked so shy, so confused, when we entered the room, that I felt for
her exceedingly.
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