The History of Miss Betsy ThoughtlessHaywood, Eliza Fowler
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The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless
Haywood, Eliza Fowler
Abused wives -- Fiction; Bildungsromans; Didactic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
Mr. Trueworth and Mr. Staple told her at once, that they approved the
notion; and she was just going to call for cards and fishes, when the
captain stopped her, saying, 'I never loved play in my life; and have no
time to kill, as mayhap these gentlemen have, who, it is likely, having
nothing else to do than to dress and visit: I have a great deal of
business upon my hands; the ship is taking in her lading, and I do not
know but we may sail in six or seven days, so must desire you will fix a
day for us to be alone together, that I may know at once what it is you
design to do.'--'Fie, captain!' replied she, 'how can you think of such
a thing? I assure you, Sir,' added she, with an affected disdain, 'I
never make appointments with gentlemen.'
'That I believe,' said he: 'but you should consider that I live a great
way off; it is a long walk from Mile End to St. James's, and I hate your
jolting hackney-coaches: besides, I may come and come again, and never
be able to get a word with you in private in an afternoon, and all the
morning I am engaged either at the India House, or at Change; therefore
I should think it is better for both of us not to stand shilly-shally,
but come to the point at once; for look ye, fair lady, if we happen to
agree, there will be little enough time to settle every thing, as I am
obliged to go soon.'--'Too little, in my opinion, Sir,' answered she;
'therefore I think it best to defer talking any more of the matter till
you come back.'
'Come back!' cried he; 'why, do you consider I shall be gone three
years?'--'Really, Sir,' said she, 'as I told you before, I have never
considered any thing about it; nor can promise I shall be able to say
any more to you at the end of twice the time you mention, than I can do
at present, which I assure you is just nothing at all.'
Though both Mr. Trueworth and Mr. Staple had too much good manners to do
any thing that might affront the captain, yet neither of them could
restrain their laughter so well as to prevent some marks of the
inclination they had for it, from being visible in their faces; and,
willing to contribute something on their parts to the diversion they
perceived she gave herself with a lover so every way unsuitable to her,
one told her that it was a great pity she did not consult the captain's
convenience; the other said, that it must needs be a vast fatigue for a
gentleman, who was accustomed only to walk the quarter-deck, to take a
stretch of four miles at once. 'And all to no purpose,' cried he that
had spoken first.--'Pray, Madam, give him his dispatch.'
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