Mrs. Beaumont staid at Bologna twelve days, and then left the unhappy
young lady.
At taking leave, she asked her, what commands she had for her?--Love me,
said she, and pity me; that is one. Another is, (whispering her,) you
will see the chevalier, perhaps, though I must not.--Tell him, that his
poor friend Clementina is sometimes very unhappy!--Tell him, that she
shall rejoice to sit next him in heaven!--Tell him, that I say he cannot
go thither, good man as he is, while he shuts his eyes to the truth.--
Tell him, that I shall take it very kindly of him, if he will not think
of marrying till he acquaints me with it; and can give me assurance, that
the lady will love him as well as somebody else would have done.--O Mrs.
Beaumont! should the Chevalier Grandison marry a woman unworthy of him,
what a disgrace would that be to me!
Mr. Grandison by this time had prepared everything for his journey to
Paris. The friend he honoured with his love, was arrived from the
Levant, and the Archipelago. Thither, at his patron's request, he had
accompanied Mr. Beauchamp, the amiable friend of both; and at parting,
engaged to continue by letter what had been the subject of their daily
conversations, and transmit to him as many particulars as he could obtain
of Mr. Grandison's sentiments and behaviour, on every occasion; Mr.
Beauchamp proposing him as a pattern to himself, that he might be worthy
of the credential letters he had furnished him with to every one whom he
had thought deserving of his own acquaintance, when he was in the parts
which Mr. Beauchamp intended to visit.
To the care of the person so much honoured by his confidence, Mr.
Grandison left his agreeable ward, Miss Jervois; requesting the
assistance of Mrs. Beaumont, who kindly promised her inspection; and with
the goodness for which she is so eminently noted, performed her promise
in his absence.
He then made an offer to the bishop to visit Bologna once more; but that
not being accepted, he set out for Paris.
It was not long before his Father's death called him to England; and when
he had been there a few weeks, he sent for his ward and his friend.
But, my good Miss Byron, you will say, That I have not yet fully answered
your last inquiry, relating to the present situation of the unhappy
Clementina.