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
This did not hinder her, however, from reproaching Mr. Goodman for
having mentioned to her brother any thing in relation to her lovers.
'You see, Sir,' said she, 'that the one of them has already abandoned
me; and you will also see, in a short time, that the other will be
little the better for his rival's resignation.'
To this Mr. Goodman pleasantly replied, that whatever she pretended at
present, he believed better things from her good-sense, and the merits
of Mr. Trueworth: to which Miss Betsy, unwilling to prolong the
conversation, only told him he would find himself mistaken; and ran
hastily up stairs, to examine the contents of those letters which, she
had heard, lay on her toilette, ready for her perusal. The first she
broke open was from Miss Forward; knowing it to be hers by the hand, and
eager to see the event of a fate, which, by the history she had given
her, had appeared so doubtful.
'To Miss Betsy Thoughtless.
Dear Miss Betsy,
Since I saw you I have been driven to the last despair. The kind
supply you left with me was quite exhausted; and I must infallibly
have perished, through want of the common necessaries of life, and
the cruel usage of my mercenary landlady, if my poor aunt in the
country had not sent me a little present, which, for a small space
of time, afforded relief; but accompanied with the melancholy
account that my father was inexorable to her persuasions, would not
hear of my return to L----e, and vowed never to see me more, or own
me for his child. Soon was I again reduced to the lowest ebb of
misery; had scarce sufficient to furnish the provisions of another
day, and was even threatened to be turned out of doors by the
inhuman hag; who, I very well remember, you said had her soul
pictured in her countenance. But, my dear friend, in the midst of
this distress, and when I thought no human help was near, my
affairs took a most sudden and unexpected turn. Fortune threw in my
way a kinsman of my mother's, whom I had never seen, or even heard
of before: he compassionated my calamitous condition, removed me
from that distant place, allows me a handsome maintenance, and has
promised to continue it, till nature, and the endeavours of my good
aunt, shall work my father to a more gentle temper.
I long to see you, and would have waited on you to return the
money you were so kind to lend me; but knew not whether it were
proper for me to do so, as I am wholly unacquainted with the family
where you are. A visit from you would, therefore, now be doubly
agreeable, as I am lodged in a house less unworthy to receive you,
than that wretched one to which I before took the liberty to make
you an invitation.
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