CHAPTER XVII.

I had now been near three weeks at the Grove. Ever since my arrival I

had contracted the habit of pouring out my heart to Mr. and Mrs. Stanley

with grateful affection and filial confidence. I still continued to do

so on all subjects except one.

The more I saw of Lucilla, the more difficult I found it to resist her

numberless attractions. I could not persuade myself that either prudence

or duty demanded that I should guard my heart against such a combination

of amiable virtues and gentle graces: virtues and graces which, as I

before observed, my mind had long been combining as a delightful idea,

and which I now saw realized in a form more engaging than even my own

imagination had allowed itself to picture.

I did not feel courage sufficient to risk the happiness I actually

enjoyed, by aspiring too suddenly to a happiness more perfect. I dared

not yet avow to the parents, or the daughter, feelings which my fears

told me might possibly be discouraged, and which, if discouraged, would

at once dash to the ground a fabric of felicity that my heart, not my

fancy, had erected, and which my taste, my judgment, and my principles

equally approved, and delighted to contemplate.

The great critic of antiquity, in his treatise on the drama, observes

that the introduction of a new person is of the next importance to a new

incident. Whether the introduction of two interlocutors is equal in

importance to two incidents, Aristotle has forgotten to establish. This

dramatic rule was illustrated by the arrival of Sir John and Lady

Belfield, who, though not new to the reader or the writer, were new at

Stanley Grove.

The early friendship of the two gentlemen had suffered little diminution

from absence, though their intercourse had been much interrupted. Sir

John, who was a few years younger than his friend, since his marriage,

having lived as entirely in town as Mr. Stanley had done in the country.

Mrs. Stanley had, indeed, seen Lady Belfield a few times in

Cavendish-square, but her ladyship had never before been introduced to

the other inhabitants of the Grove.

The guests were received with cordial affection, and easily fell into

the family habits, which they did not wish to interrupt, but from the

observation of which they hoped to improve their own. They were charmed

with the interesting variety of characters in the lovely young family,

who in return were delighted with the politeness, kindness, and

cheerfulness of their father's guests.

Shall I avow my own meanness? Cordially as I loved the Belfields, I am

afraid I saw them arrive with a slight tincture of jealousy. They would,

I thought, by enlarging the family circle, throw me at a further

distance from the being whom I wished to contemplate nearly. They would,

by dividing her attention, diminish my proportion. I had been hitherto

the sole guest, I was now to be one of several. This was the first

discovery I made that love is a narrower of the heart. I tried to subdue

the ungenerous feeling, and to meet my valuable friends with a warmth

adequate to that which they so kindly manifested. I found that a wrong

feeling at which one has virtue enough left to blush, is seldom lasting,

and shame soon expelled it.

The first day was passed in mutual inquiries and mutual communications.

Lady Belfield told me that the amiable Fanny, after having wept over the

grave of her mother, was removed to the house of the benevolent

clergyman, who had kindly promised her an asylum till Lady Belfield's

return to town, when it was intended she should be received into her

family; that worthy man and his wife having taken on themselves a full

responsibility for her character and disposition; and generously

promised that they would exert themselves to advance her progress in

knowledge during the interval. Lady Belfield added, that every inquiry

respecting Fanny, whom we must now call Miss Stokes, had been attended

with the most satisfactory result, her principles being as

unquestionable as her talents.

After dinner, I observed that whenever the door opened, Lady Belfield's

eye was always turned toward it, in expectation of seeing the children.

Her affectionate heart felt disappointed on finding that they did not

appear, and she could not forbear whispering to me, who sat next her,

"that she was afraid the piety of our good friends was a little

tinctured with severity. For her part, she saw no reason why religion

should diminish one's affection for one's children, and rob them of

their innocent pleasures." I assured her gravely I thought so too; but

forbore telling her how totally inapposite her application was to Mr.

and Mrs. Stanley. She seemed glad to find me of her opinion, and gave up

all hope of seeing the "little melancholy recluses," as she called them,

"unless," she said, laughing, "she might be permitted to look at them

through the grate of their cells." I smiled, but did not undeceive her,

and affected to join in her compassion. When we went to attend the

ladies in the drawing-room, I was delighted to find lady Belfield

sitting on a low stool, the whole gay group at play around her. A blush

mixed itself with her good-natured smile as we interchanged a

significant look. She was questioning one of the elder ones, while the

youngest sat on her lap singing. Sir John entered, with that kindness

and good humor so natural to him, into the sports of the others, who,

though wild with health and spirits, were always gentle and docile. He

had a thousand pleasant things to entertain them with. He, too, it

seems, had not been without his misgivings.

"Are not these poor miserable recluses?" whispered I maliciously to her

ladyship, "and are not these rueful looks proof positive that religion

diminishes our affection for our children? and is it not abridging their

innocent pleasures, to give them their full range in a fresh airy

apartment, instead of cramming them into an eating-room, of which the

air is made almost fetid by the fumes of the dinner and a crowded table?

and is it not better that they should spoil the pleasure of the company,

though the mischief they do is bought by the sacrifice of their own

liberty?" "I make my _amende_," said she. "I never will be so forward

again to suspect piety of ill nature." "So far from it, Caroline," said

Sir John, "that we will adopt the practice we were so forward to blame;

and I shall not do it," said he, "more from regard to the company, than

to the children, who I am sure will be gainers in point of enjoyment;

liberty, I perceive, is to them positive pleasure, and paramount to any

which our false epicurism can contrive for them."

"Well, Charles," said Sir John, as soon as he saw me alone, "now tell us

about this Lucilla, this paragon, this nonpareil of Dr. Barlow's. Tell

me what is she? or rather what is she not?"

"First," replied I, "I will as you desire, define her by negatives--she

is _not_ a professed beauty, she is _not_ a professed genius, she is

_not_ a professed philosopher, she is _not_ a professed wit, she is

_not_ a professed any thing; and, I thank my stars, she is _not_ an

artist!" "Bravo, Charles, now as to what she is." "She is," replied I,

"from nature--a woman, gentle, feeling, animated, modest. She is by

education, elegant, informed, enlightened. She is, from religion, pious,

humble, candid, charitable."

"What a refreshment will it be," said Sir John, "to see a girl of fine

sense, more cultivated than accomplished--the creature, not of fiddlers

and dancing-masters, but of nature, of books, and of good company! If

there is the same mixture of spirit and delicacy in her character, that

there is of softness and animation in her countenance, she is a

dangerous girl, Charles."

"She certainly does," said I, "possess the essential charm of beauty

where it exists; and the most effectual substitute for it, where it does

not; the power of prepossessing the beholder by her look and manner, in

favor of her understanding and temper."

This prepossession I afterward found confirmed, not only by her own

share in the conversation, but by its effect on myself; I always feel

that our intercourse unfolds, not only her powers, but my own. In

conversing with such a woman, I am apt to fancy that I have more

understanding, because her animating presence brings it more into

exercise.

After breakfast, next day, the conversation happened to turn on the

indispensable importance of unbounded confidence to the happiness of

married persons. Mr. Stanley expressed his regret, that though it was

one of the grand ingredients of domestic comfort, yet it was sometimes

unavoidably prevented by an unhappy inequality of mind between the

parties, by violence, or imprudence, or imbecility on one side, which

almost compelled the other to a degree of reserve, as incompatible with

the design of the union, as with the frankness of the individual.

"We have had an instance among our own friends," replied Sir John, "of

this evil being produced, not by any of the faults to which you have

adverted, but by an excess of misapplied sensibility, in two persons of

near equality as to merit, and in both of whom the utmost purity of

mind, and exactness of conduct rendered all concealment superfluous. Our

worthy friends Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton married from motives of affection,

and with a high opinion of each other's merit, which their long and

intimate connection has rather contributed to exalt than to lower; and

yet, now at the end of seven years, they are only beginning to be happy.

They contrived to make each other and themselves as uncomfortable by an

excess of tenderness, as some married pairs are rendered by the want of

it. A mistaken sensibility has intrenched, not only on their comfort,

but on their sincerity. Their resolution never to give each other pain

has led them to live in a constant state of petty concealment. They are

neither of them remarkably healthy, and to hide from each other every

little indisposition, have kept up a continual vigilance to conceal

illness on the one part, and to detect it on the other, till it became a

trial of skill which could make the other most unhappy; each suffering

much more by suspicion when there was no occasion for it, than they

could have done by the acknowledgment of slight complaints when they

actually existed.

"This valuable pair, after seven years' apprenticeship to a petty

martyrdom, have at last found out that it is better to submit to the

inevitable ills of life cheerfully and in concert, and to comfort each

other under them cordially, than alternately to suffer and inflict the

pain of perpetual disingenuousness. They have at last discovered that

uninterrupted prosperity is not the lot of man. Each is happier now

with knowing that the other is sometimes sick, than they used to be with

suspecting they were always so. The physician is now no longer secretly

sent for to one, when the other is known to be from home. The apothecary

is at last allowed to walk boldly up the public staircase fearless of

detection.

"These amiable persons have at length attained all that was wanting to

their felicity, that of each believing the other to be well when they

_say_ they are so. They have found out that unreserved communication is

the lawful commerce of conjugal affection, and that all concealment is

contraband."

"Surely," said I, when Sir John had done speaking, "it is a false

compliment to the objects of our affection, if, for the sake of sparing

them a transient uneasiness, we rob them of the comfort to which they

are entitled, of mitigating our sufferings by partaking it. All

dissimulation is disloyal to love. Besides, it appears to me to be an

introduction to wider evils, and I should fear, both for the woman I

loved and for myself, that if once we allowed ourselves concealment in

one point, where we thought the motive excused us, we might learn to

adopt it in others, where the principle was more evidently wrong."

"Besides," replied Mr. Stanley, "it argues a lamentable ignorance of

human life, to set out with an expectation of health without

interruption, and of happiness without alloy. When young persons marry

with the fairest prospects, they should never forget that infirmity is

inseparably bound up with their very nature, and that in bearing one

another's burdens, they fulfill one of the highest duties of the

union."

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