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
'I was almost at my wit's end; till he recovered me, by saying he
believed there might be a more easy way for our intercourse than this
nocturnal rendezvous. "Oh, what is that!" cried I, earnestly. "The
French woman," replied he, "who lives here, is good-natured, and of a
very amorous complexion; at least, Sir John Shuffle, who toyed with her
in my lord's park, tells me she is so. But," continued he, "I dare take
his word: he knows your sex perfectly; and, I dare answer, if you will
get her to go abroad with you, the consequence will be agreeable to us
all."
'"What," said I, "would you have me make her my confidante?" "Not
altogether so," said he; "at least, not till you are upon even terms
with her; I mean, till you have secret for secret."
'"How can that be?" demanded I. "Leave that to me," said he; "do you only
get her out to-morrow a walking: let me know, what time you think you
can best do it, and Sir John and I will meet you as if by chance." I
told him I would undertake to do it if the weather were fair, and that
they might meet us going towards the town; but it must be past five,
after she had given her French lesson to the ladies. This being agreed
upon, we parted, though not without the extremest reluctance; at least,
I am sure, on my side it was sincerely so. I then went back with the
same precaution I had gone out; locked all the doors softly, and got
into my chamber before any of the family were stirring.
'I was more than ordinarily civil to Mademoiselle all the next day; I
said every thing I could think on to flatter her: and, having got an
opportunity of speaking to her alone, "Dear Mademoiselle," said I, in a
wheedling tone, "I have a great favour to beg of you."--"What is that,
Miss?" replied she. "Any thing in my power you may command." I then told
her I had got a whim in my head for a new tippet, and that I wanted her
fancy in the choice of the colours. "With all my heart," said she; "and
when we go out a walking this evening, we can call at the milliner's,
and buy the ribbands."--"That will not do," cried I; "I would not have
any of the ladies know any thing of the matter till I have made it, and
got it on; so nobody must go with us."--"Well, well," answered she, "it
shall be so; but I must tell the governess. I know she will not be
against humouring you in such a little fancy, and will send the other
tutoress, or Nurse Winter, to wait upon the other ladies." I told her
she was very good, but enjoined her to beg the governess to keep it as a
secret; for my tippet would be mighty pretty, and I wanted to surprize
them with the sight of it.
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