London (England) -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
'There is still the stage, Jenny. The world will welcome you back
again.'
'Do you think so? The Orange Girl they could stand; it pleased the Pit
to remember how they used to buy my oranges. But the woman who has come
out of a condemned cell? The woman who pleaded guilty to receiving
stolen goods? I doubt it will.'
'What does that matter? Everybody knows why you pleaded Guilty. You are
Clarinda.'
'An audience at a theatre, Will, sometimes shows neither pity nor
consideration for an actress. They say what they like: they shout what
they like: they insult her as they please--an actress is fair game: to
make an actress run off the stage in a flood of tears is what they
delight in. They would be pleased to ask what I have done with the
stolen goods.'
'What will you do then, Jenny?'
There came along, at this point, another visitor. It was none other than
the Counsel for the Prosecution. He stood at the door of the cell, but
seeing me, he hesitated.
'Come in, Sir,' said Jenny. 'You wish to speak to me. Speak. This
gentleman, my husband's first cousin, can hear all that you have to ask
or I to reply.'
'Madame,' he bowed as to a Countess. 'This is a wretched place for you.
I trust, however that it will not be for long. The recommendation of the
Jury will certainly have weight: the Judge is benevolently disposed: you
have many friends.'
'I hope, Sir, that I have some friends who will not believe that I have
bought a parcel of stolen petticoats?'
'Your friends will stand by you: of that I am certain. Madame, I venture
here to ask you, if I may do so without the charge of impertinent
curiosity--believe me--I am not so actuated----'
'Surely, Sir. Ask what you will.'
'I would ask you then, why you pleaded Guilty. The case was certain from
the outset to break down. I might have pressed the witness as to the
property itself, but I refrained because her perjuries were manifest.
Why then, Madame--if I may ask--why?'
'Perhaps I had learned that certain things had been sent to my garrets,
but I paid no thought to any risk or danger----'
'That might have been pleaded.'
'The case being over, that property can bring no other person into
trouble, I believe?'
'I should think not. The case is ended.'
'Then, Sir, I pray you to consider this question. If some person very
closely connected with yourself were actually guilty of this crime: if
you yourself were charged with it: if your acquittal would lead to that
person's conviction, what would you do?'
'That is what they whisper,' he replied. 'Madame, I hope that such a
choice may never be made to me. Is this true--what you suggest--what
people whisper?'
'Many things are whispered concerning me,' said Jenny proudly. 'I do not
heed those whispers. Well, Sir, such a choice has been presented to me.
It is part of the penalty of my birth that such a choice could be
possible.'
'Then it is true?' he insisted; 'the "Case of Clarinda" is true?'
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