Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"Give me your desk, my Clara, and I will write a line or two, that you
shall copy. It must be expressed with strength and firmness, my best
love, and it may prevent a repetition of this very improper request for
the future."
The desk was brought; and while Mrs. Cartwright prepared a second glass
of negus for the vicar, who declared that the night was unusually
chilly, he composed the following epistle:
"Helen!
"That it should have entered into your heart, into the heart of
my own dear child, to wish for permission to become the guest
of a family who from the hour of your late father's death has
ever treated me with the most cruel and unmerited unkindness,
is a mystery that I cannot understand. It was this unkindness
which drove me, sooner than I could have wished to do it, to
find a friend and adviser in Mr. Cartwright; and my only fear
now is, that his indulgent gentleness towards my children may
prevent his being so firm a support to me in the guiding them
as I may sometimes require. But in the present instance I want
no strength beyond my own to declare to you, that I will not
permit you to remain an hour longer at Sir Gilbert
Harrington's; that I command you instantly to put yourself into
the carriage I send for you, and return to Cartwright Park;
(for so, of course, will my residence be called for the
future;) and moreover, I beg you to inform the unprincipled
pair who would seduce you from your mother's roof, that if on
the present or any future occasion they should persuade you to
commit so great a sin, I shall take legal measures to recover
the possession of your person till such time as you shall be of
age; when, if unhappily evil counsellors should still have
influence over you, I shall give you up to them, to penniless
obscurity, to your own heart's remorse, and to that sentence of
everlasting condemnation which will in such case infallibly
doom you to the region where there is howling and gnashing of
teeth.
"As for my ward Miss Torrington, I must of course take the same
summary mode of getting her again under my protection, for such
time as I shall continue to be her legal guardian.
"CLARA HELENA FRANCES CARTWRIGHT.
"Cartwright Park, Wednesday."
When this composition was completed, Mr. Cartwright turned the desk to
his lady, laid a fair sheet of blank paper before her, put a pen into
her hand, drew the wax-lights near her, and then set about sipping the
negus she had so kindly prepared for him, without appearing to think it
at all necessary to ask her opinion of the document she was about to
copy.
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