LETTER XXII

EVELINA IN CONTINUATION Monday Morning, April 18.

MRS. MIRVAN has just communicated to me an anecdote concerning Lord

Orville, which has much surprised, half pleased, and half pained me.

While they were sitting together during the opera, he told her that

he had been greatly concerned at the impertinence which the young

lady under her protection had suffered from Mr. Lovel; but that he

had the pleasure of assuring her, she had no future disturbance to

apprehend from him.

Mrs. Mirvan, with great eagerness, begged he would explain himself;

and said she hoped he had not thought so insignificant an affair

worthy his serious attention.

"There is nothing," answered he, "which requires more immediate notice

than impertinence, for it ever encroaches when it is tolerated." He

then added, that he believed he ought to apologize for the liberty

he had taken in interfering; but that, as he regarded himself in the

light of a party concerned, from having had the honour of dancing

with Miss Anville, he could not possibly reconcile to himself a

patient neutrality.

He then proceeded to tell her, that he had waited upon Mr. Lovel the

morning after the play; that the visit had proved an amicable one,

but the particulars were neither entertaining nor necessary: he only

assured her, Miss Anville might be perfectly easy, since Mr. Lovel

had engaged his honour never more to mention, or even to hint at what

had passed at Mrs. Stanley's assembly.

Mrs. Mirvan expressed her satisfaction at this conclusion, and thanked

him for his polite attention to her young friend.

"It would be needless," said he, "to request that this affair may

never transpire, since Mrs. Mirvan cannot but see the necessity of

keeping it inviolably secret; but I thought it incumbent upon me,

as the young lady is under your protection, to assure both you and

her of Mr. Lovel's future respect."

Had I known of this visit previous to Lord Orville's making it, what

dreadful uneasiness would it have cost me! Yet that he should so much

interest himself in securing me from offence, gives me, I must own,

an internal pleasure, greater than I can express; for I feared he

had too contemptuous an opinion of me, to take any trouble upon my

account. Though, after all, this interference might rather be to

satisfy his own delicacy, than from thinking well of me.

But how cool, how quiet is true courage! Who, from seeing Lord Orville

at the play, would have imagined his resentment would have hazarded

his life? yet his displeasure was evident, though his real bravery and

his politeness equally guarded him from entering into any discussion

in our presence.

Madame Duval, as I expected, was most terribly angry yesterday:

she scolded me for, I believe, two hours, on account of having

left her; and protested she had been so much surprised at my going,

without giving her time to answer, that she hardly knew whether she

was awake or asleep. But she assured me that if ever I did so again,

she would never more take me into public. And she expressed an equal

degree of displeasure against Sir Clement, because he had not even

spoken to her, and because he was always of the Captain's side in

an argument. The Captain, as bound in honour, warmly defended him,

and then followed a dispute in the usual style.

After dinner, Mrs. Mirvan introduced the subject of our leaving

London. Madame Duval said she would stay a month or two longer. The

Captain told her she was welcome, but that he and his family should

go into the country on Tuesday morning.

A most disagreeable scene followed. Madame Duval insisted upon keeping

me with her; but Mrs. Mirvan said, that as I was actually engaged on

a visit to Lady Howard, who had only consented to my leaving her for

a few days, she could not think of returning without me.

Perhaps, if the Captain had not interfered, the good-breeding and

mildness of Mrs. Mirvan might have had some effect upon Madame Duval;

but he passes no opportunity of provoking her; and therefore made

so many gross and rude speeches, all of which she retorted, that,

in conclusion, she vowed she would sooner go to law in right of her

relationship, than that I should be taken away from her.

I heard this account from Mrs. Mirvan, who was so kindly considerate

as to give me a pretence for quitting the room as soon as this

dispute began, lest Madame Duval should refer to me, and insist on

my obedience.

The final result of the conversation was, that, to soften matters for

the present, Madame Duval should make one in the party to Howard Grove,

whither we are positively to go next Wednesday. And though we are

none of us satisfied with this plan, we know not how to form a better.

Mrs. Mirvan is now writing to Lady Howard, to excuse bringing this

unexpected guest, and prevent the disagreeable surprise which must

otherwise attend her reception. This dear lady seems eternally studying

my happiness and advantage.

To-night we go to the Pantheon, which is the last diversion we shall

partake of in London; for to-morrow- * * * * *

This moment, my dearest Sir, I have received your kind letter.

If you thought us too dissipated the first week, I almost fear to

know what you will think of us this second;-however, the Pantheon this

evening will probably be the last public place which I shall ever see.

The assurance of your support and protection in regard to Madame Duval,

though what I never doubted, excites my utmost gratitude. How,

indeed, cherished under your roof, the happy object of your

constant indulgence, how could I have borne to become the slave of

her tyrannical humours? -Pardon me that I speak so hardly of her;

but whenever the idea of passing my days with her occurs to me, the

comparison which naturally follows, takes from me all that forbearance

which, I believe, I owe her.

You are already displeased with Sir Clement: to be sure, then, his

behaviour after the opera will not make his peace with you. Indeed

the more I reflect upon it, the more angry I am. I was entirely in

his power, and it was cruel in him to cause me so much terror.

O, my dearest Sir, were I but worthy the prayers and the wishes

you offer for me, the utmost ambition of my heart would be fully

satisfied! but I greatly fear you will find me, now that I am out of

the reach of your assisting prudence, more weak and imperfect than

you could have expected.

I have not now time to write another word, for I must immediately

hasten to dress for the evening.

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