Memoirs of Miss Sidney Biddulph: Extracted from her own Journal, and now first publishedSheridan, Frances Chamberlaine
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Memoirs of Miss Sidney Biddulph: Extracted from her own Journal, and now first published
Sheridan, Frances Chamberlaine
English fiction -- 18th century
A lady of our acquaintance, who happened to see me at church, came to
pay me a visit to-day. It seems, she is intimate with the widow Arnold,
who told her, very lately, that she was impatient for the commencement
of term, as she then expected the cause depending between her and us
would be brought to a final issue, and determined intirely in her
child's favour. This account alarmed my poor mother so much, that she
could not be easy till she sent for our lawyer, who was so obliging as
to come upon the first summons. She acquainted him with the cause of
her apprehensions; and asked him, whether there was any likelihood of
the widow's succeeding. He laughed at my mother's fears, and at our
antagonist's flourishes, as he called them; and said, he would not give
a bent six-pence to ensure Mr Arnold's estate to him, which the ensuing
term, he says, will put out of the reach of doubt. This assurance has
quieted our anxiety on that head. The loss of our suit would indeed be a
dreadful blow, as we should have nothing then remaining but my small
jointure, for the support of Mr Arnold, myself, and our two children;
not to mention Mrs Gerrarde, who, I have reason to believe, has been no
inconsiderable sharer in Mr Arnold's fortune.
_November 4_
Six melancholy weeks are gone since I have been here, I may say, both a
prisoner, and a fugitive. I count the days as they pass, as if I
expected some revolution in my fate; yet, whence is it to come? No
prospect as yet opens to me. Mr Arnold's law-affairs will soon call him
to town: something may then happen--But does not Mrs Gerrarde come too?
He cannot live without her; and I shall reap no benefit from this, but
the chance of seeing my children sometimes perhaps; though he may not
bring them with him, or, if he does, he may be cruel enough to refuse me
the sight of them. Sir George is cold and dilatory: were he on the spot,
something might be done; he might expostulate: my mother too could join
arguments to intreaties: Mr Arnold perhaps might be recovered from his
delusion; it is but a perhaps.
_November 15_
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