MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE IVY SUMMER-HOUSE, ELEVEN O'CLOCK.

He has not yet got my letter: and while I was contriving here how to

send my officious gaoleress from me, that I might have time for the

intended interview, and had hit upon an expedient, which I believe would

have done, came my aunt, and furnished me with a much better. She saw my

little table covered, preparative to my solitary dinner; and hoped,

she told me, that this would be the last day that my friends would be

deprived of my company at table.

You may believe, my dear, that the thoughts of meeting Mr. Lovelace,

for fear of being discovered, together with the contents of my cousin

Dolly's letter, gave me great and visible emotions. She took notice of

them--Why these sighs, why these heavings here? said she, patting my

neck--O my dear Niece, who would have thought so much natural sweetness

could be so very unpersuadable?

I could not answer her, and she proceeded--I am come, I doubt, upon a

very unwelcome errand. Some things have been told us yesterday, which

came from the mouth of one of the most desperate and insolent men in the

world, convince your father, and all of us, that you still find means

to write out of the house. Mr. Lovelace knows every thing that is done

here; and that as soon as done; and great mischief is apprehended from

him, which you are as much concerned as any body to prevent. Your mother

has also some apprehensions concerning yourself, which yet she hopes are

groundless; but, however, cannot be easy, if she would, unless (while

you remain here in the garden, or in this summer-house) you give her

the opportunity once more of looking into your closet, your cabinet and

drawers. It will be the better taken, if you give me cheerfully your

keys. I hope, my dear, you won't dispute it. Your desire of dining in

this place was the more readily complied with for the sake of such an

opportunity.

I thought myself very lucky to be so well prepared by my cousin Dolly's

means for this search: but yet I artfully made some scruples, and not a

few complaints of this treatment: after which, I not only gave her the

keys of all, but even officiously emptied my pockets before her, and

invited her to put her fingers in my stays, that she might be sure I had

no papers there.

This highly obliged her; and she said, she would represent my cheerful

compliance as it deserved, let my brother and sister say what they

would. My mother in particular, she was sure, would rejoice at the

opportunity given her to obviate, as she doubted not would be the case,

some suspicions that were raised against me.

She then hinted, That there were methods taken to come at all Mr.

Lovelace's secrets, and even, from his careless communicativeness, at

some secret of mine; it being, she said, his custom, boastingly to prate

to his very servants of his intentions, in particular cases. She added,

that deep as he was thought to be, my brother was as deep as he, and

fairly too hard for him at his own weapons--as one day it would be

found.

I knew not, I said, the meaning of these dark hints. I thought the

cunning she hinted at, on both sides, called rather for contempt than

applause. I myself might have been put upon artifices which my heart

disdained to practise, had I given way to the resentment, which, I was

bold to say, was much more justifiable than the actions that occasioned

it: that it was evident to me, from what she had said, that their

present suspicions of me were partly owing to this supposed superior

cunning of my brother, and partly to the consciousness that the usage I

met with might naturally produce a reason for such suspicions: that it

was very unhappy for me to be made the butt of my brother's wit: that it

would have been more to his praise to have aimed at shewing a kind heart

than a cunning head: that, nevertheless, I wished he knew himself as

well as I imagined I knew him; and he would then have less conceit of

his abilities: which abilities would, in my opinion, be less thought of,

if his power to do ill offices were not much greater than they.

I was vexed. I could not help making this reflection. The dupe the

other, too probably, makes of him, through his own spy, deserved it. But

I so little approve of this low art in either, that were I but tolerably

used, the vileness of that man, that Joseph Leman, should be inquired

into.

She was sorry, she said, to find that I thought so disparagingly of my

brother. He was a young man both of learning and parts.

Learning enough, I said, to make him vain of it among us women: but not

of parts sufficient to make his learning valuable either to himself or

to any body else.

She wished, indeed, that he had more good nature: but she feared that

I had too great an opinion of somebody else, to think so well of my

brother as a sister ought: since, between the two, there was a sort of

rivalry, as to abilities, that made them hate one another.

Rivalry! Madam, said I.--If that be the case, or whether it be or not,

I wish they both understood, better than either of them seem to do,

what it becomes gentlemen, and men of liberal education, to be, and to

do.--Neither of them, then, would glory in what they ought to be ashamed

of.

But waving this subject, it was not impossible, I said, that they might

find a little of my writing, and a pen or two, and a little ink, [hated

art!--or rather, hateful the necessity for it!] as I was not permitted

to go up to put them out of the way: but if they did, I must be

contented. And I assured her, that, take what time they pleased, I would

not go in to disturb them, but would be either in or near the garden,

in this summer-house, or in the cedar one, or about my poultry-yard, or

near the great cascade, till I was ordered to return to my prison. With

like cunning I said, I supposed the unkind search would not be made

till the servants had dined; because I doubted not that the pert Betty

Barnes, who knew all the corners of my apartment and closet, would be

employed in it.

She hoped, she said, that nothing could be found that would give a

handle against me: for, she would assure me, the motives to the search,

on my mother's part especially, were, that she hoped to find reason

rather to acquit than to blame me; and that my father might be induced

to see my to-morrow night, or Wednesday morning, with temper: with

tenderness, I should rather say, said she; for he is resolved to do so,

if no new offence be given.

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