Modern literature: a novel, Volume 3 (of 3)Bisset, Robert
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Modern literature: a novel, Volume 3 (of 3)
Bisset, Robert
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
Lady Cheatwell, of all our parties, and whom I greatly admired for the
elegance of his manners, and gracefulness of his figure. Encouraged by
my success, I proposed very high stakes; but, after many vicissitudes,
found myself three thousand pounds in debt; and went home in deep
despair. The next morning, I had a visit from my antagonist; who, from
the distress in which he saw me, conceiving the real state of the
case, begged me not to be uneasy on his account, and, taking out his
pocket-book, presented me with my own note to him cancelled, and also
with a receipt from the fair applicant of the preceding day. He had,
it seems, heard of the circumstance, and settled the account in half an
hour after. I confess I was charmed with this youth’s behaviour, and
I am afraid not the less from the uncommon fineness of his face and
person, and evident attachment to myself. My opinions had become less
austere, from my intimacy with Lady Cheatwell and her coterie. They
persuaded me, that a married lady might have a _sentimental affection_
for another man, without interfering with her duty to her husband; and
spoke much in favour of _Platonic love_. Before we went out of town,
I became fonder and fonder of this generous man; and not the less so,
as I found my husband much out of humour on account of the expences
we had incurred. I felt a reluctance at the thoughts of going to the
country, the greater as I found my husband had conceived a very bad
opinion of my sentimental friend, so that it would be impossible
for him to visit me at our country seat, as we had projected. Two
evenings before we were to leave town, I was invited to sup with Mrs.
Cogdie and her charming daughter Biddy, Miss’s sentimental friend,
_a married gentleman_ I had often seen, Lady Cheatwell, my admirer,
O’Blackleg, and one or two more of the peculiar intimates of our set.
A more exquisite and enchanting party, I thought, I had never been
in! The conversation was all interest, all sentiment, all love. My
Lady Cheatwell delivered her opinion on marriage and its duties, in a
way I once should have disapproved; but was then quite fascinated. By
some means or other, small and select as our party was, it was thought
expedient to divide it into smaller sets. Pairs filed off together (as
I since have known it to be _the custom_ of that mansion); I was left
alone with my charming youth; and--(_she sobbed out_)--we ceased to be
Platonists! My gallant contrived to pass a good part of the summer in
disguise, near our country-seat; and I became daily fonder and fonder
of him. We frequently indulged in gaming, and I was much oftener a
loser than a winner. One day, after he had spent about a fortnight
at Bath, he returned with a melancholy countenance. I was extremely
alarmed, and endeavoured to discover the cause. He long refused to
inform me; but at length acknowledged he had been stripped of all his
money, and contracted a very large debt, which he had no means of
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