The History of Miss Betsy ThoughtlessHaywood, Eliza Fowler
General
The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless
Haywood, Eliza Fowler
Abused wives -- Fiction; Bildungsromans; Didactic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
The moment Mr. Trueworth saw himself alone with her, he approached her
with the most tender and respectful air. 'How often, Madam, have I
languished for an opportunity, such as this, of telling you how much my
soul adores you! My dear friend, Sir Bazil, has assured me he has
prepared you to forgive the boldness of my flame, and that, for his
sake, you will vouchsafe to listen to my vows; but it is from myself
alone you can be convinced of the ardency of the love you have
inspired.'
'My brother, Sir,' answered she, blushing, 'has, indeed, informed me
that I have obligations to you of a nature which I was as far from
expecting as I am far from deserving.' Here Mr. Trueworth began to run
into some praises on the charms which had subdued his heart; which,
though no more than dictated by his real sentiments, seemed to her too
extravagant, and beyond what her modesty would suffer her to endure.
'Hold, Sir!' cried she, interrupting him; 'if you would have me believe
your professions are sincere, forbear, I beseech you, to talk to me in
this manner. It is an ill-judged policy, methinks, in you men, to
idolize the women too much you wish would think well of you. If our sex
are, in reality, so vain as you generally represent us, on whom but
yourselves can the fault be laid? And if we prove so weak as to imagine
ourselves such as either the flattery or the partial affection of the
lover paints us, we shall be apt to take every thing as our due, and
think little gratitude is owing for the offering he makes us of his
heart.'
Mr. Trueworth was perfectly ravished at hearing her speak thus; but
durst not express himself with too much warmth on the occasion. 'It must
be confessed, Madam,' replied he, 'that the beauties of the person, when
not accompanied by those of the mind, afford but a short-lived triumph
to the fair possessor; they dazzle at first sight, and take the senses,
as it were, by surprize; but the impression soon wears off, and the
captivated heart gains it's former liberty: nay, perhaps, wonders at
itself for having been enslaved; whereas those darts which fly from the
perfections of the mind, penetrate into the soul, and fix a lasting
empire there. But when both these charms shall happen to be united, as
in the lovely Harriot,' continued he, taking one of her hands and
kissing it; 'when in the most enchanting form that nature ever made, is
found a soul enriched with every virtue, every grace--how indissoluble
is the chain! how glorious the bondage!'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account