LETTER XLVI

EVELINA TO THE REV. MR. VILLARS Holborn, June 17th.

YESTERDAY Mr. Smith carried his point of making a party for Vauxhall,

consisting of Madame Duval, M. Du Bois, all the Branghtons, Mr. Brown,

himself,-and me!-for I find all endeavours vain to escape any thing

which these people desire I should not.

There were twenty disputes previous to our setting out; first, as to

the time of our going: Mr. Branghton, his son, and young Brown, were

for six o'clock; and all the ladies and Mr. Smith were for eight;-the

latter, however, conquered.

Then, as to the way we should go; some were for a boat, others for

a coach, and Mr. Branghton himself was for walking; but the boat

at length was decided upon. Indeed this was the only part of the

expedition that was agreeable to me; for the Thames was delightfully

pleasant.

The garden is very pretty, but too formal; I should have been better

pleased, had it consisted less of straight walks, where

Grove nods at grove, each alley has its brother.

The trees, the numerous lights, and the company in the circle round

the orchestra make a most brilliant and gay appearance; and had I been

with a party less disagreeable to me, I should have thought it a place

formed for animation and pleasure. There was a concert; in the course

of which a hautbois concerto was so charmingly played, that I could

have thought myself upon enchanted ground, had I had spirits more

gentle to associate with. The hautbois in the open air is heavenly.

Mr. Smith endeavoured to attach himself to me, with such officious

assiduity and impertinent freedom, that he quite sickened me. Indeed

M. Du Bois was the only man of the party to whom, voluntarily, I

ever addressed myself. He is civil and respectful, and I have found

nobody else so since I left Howard Grove. His English is very bad;

but I prefer it to speaking French myself, which I dare not venture

to do. I converse with him frequently, both to disengage myself from

others, and to oblige Madame Duval, who is always pleased when he is

attended to.

As we were walking about the orchestra, I heard a bell ring; and,

in a moment, Mr. Smith, flying up to me, caught my hand, and, with a

motion too quick to be resisted, ran away with me many yards before I

had breath to ask his meaning, though I struggled as well as I could,

to get from him. At last, however, I insisted upon stopping: "Stopping,

Ma'am!" cried he, "why we must run on or we shall lose the cascade!"

And then again he hurried me away, mixing with a crowd of people,

all running with so much velocity, that I could not imagine what had

raised such an alarm. We were soon followed by the rest of the party;

and my surprise and ignorance proved a source of diversion to them

all, which was not exhausted the whole evening. Young Branghton,

in particular, laughed till he could hardly stand.

The scene of the cascade I thought extremely pretty, and the general

effect striking and lively.

But this was not the only surprise which was to divert them at my

expense; for they led me about the garden purposely to enjoy my first

sight of various other deceptions.

About ten o'clock, Mr. Smith having chosen a box in a very conpicuous

place, we all went to supper. Much fault was found with every thing

that was ordered, though not a morsel of any thing was left; and the

dearness of the provisions, with conjectures upon what profit was

made by them, supplied discourse during the whole meal.

When wine and cyder were brought, Mr. Smith said, "Now let's enjoy

ourselves; now is the time, or never. Well, Ma'am, and how do you

like Vauxhall?"

"Like it!" cried young Branghton; "why, how can she help liking

it? she has never seen such a place before, that I'll answer for."

"For my part," said Miss Branghton, "I like it because it is not

vulgar."

"This must have been a fine treat for you, Miss," said Mr. Branghton;

"why, I suppose you was never so happy in all your life before?"

I endeavoured to express my satisfaction with some pleasure; yet,

I believe, they were much amazed at my coldness.

"Miss ought to stay in town till the last night," said young Branghton;

"and then, it's my belief, she'd say something to it! Why, Lord,

it's the best night of any; there's always a riot,-and there the folks

run about,-and then there's such squealing and squalling!-and, there,

all the lamps are broke,-and the women run skimper scamper.-I declare

I would not take five guineas to miss the last night!"

I was very glad when they all grew tired of sitting, and called for

the waiter to pay the bill. The Miss Branghtons said they would walk

on while the gentlemen settled the account, and asked me to accompany

them; which, however, I declined.

"You girls may do as you please," said Madame Duval; "but as to me,

I promise you, I sha'n't go nowhere without the gentlemen."

"No more, I suppose, will my cousin," said Miss Branghton, looking

reproachfully towards Mr. Smith.

This reflection, which I feared would flatter his vanity, made me most

unfortunately request Madame Duval's permission to attend them. She

granted it; and away we went, having promised to meet in the room.

To the room, therefore, I would immediately have gone: but the sisters

agreed that they would first have a little pleasure; and they tittered

and talked so loud, that they attracted universal notice.

"Lord, Polly," said the eldest, "suppose we were to take a turn in

the dark walks!"

"Aye, do," answered she; "and then we'll hide ourselves, and then

Mr. Brown will think we are lost."

I remonstrated very warmly against this plan, telling them it would

endanger our missing the rest of the party all the evening.

"O dear," cried Miss Branghton, "I thought how uneasy Miss would be

without a beau!"

This impertinence I did not think worth answering; and, quite by

compulsion, I followed them down a long alley, in which there was

hardly any light.

By the time we came near the end, a large party of gentlemen,

apparently very riotous, and who were hallooing, leaning on one

another, and laughing immoderately, seemed to rush suddenly from

behind some trees, and meeting us face to face, put their arms at

their sides, and formed a kind of circle, which first stopped our

proceeding, and then our retreating, for we were presently entirely

enclosed. The Miss Branghtons screamed aloud, and I was frightened

exceedingly; our screams were answered with bursts of laughter, and

for some minutes we were kept prisoners, till at last one of them,

rudely seizing hold of me, said I was a pretty little creature.

Terrified to death, I struggled with such vehemence to disengage

myself from him, that I succeeded, in spite of his efforts to detain

me; and immediately, and with a swiftness which fear only could have

given me, I flew rather than ran up the walk, hoping to secure my

safety by returning to the lights and company we had so foolishly

left: but before I could possibly accomplish my purpose, I was met

by another party of men, one of whom placed himself so directly in

my way, calling out, "Whither so fast, my love?"-that I could only

have proceeded by running into his arms.

In a moment both my hands, by different persons, were caught hold of,

and one of them, in a most familiar manner, desired, when I ran next,

to accompany me in a race; while the rest of the party stood still

and laughed.

I was almost distracted with terror, and so breathless with running,

that I could not speak; till another, advancing, said, I was as

handsome as an angel, and desired to be of the party. I then just

articulated, "For Heaven's sake, gentlemen, let me pass!"

Another then rushing suddenly forward, exclaimed, "Heaven and

earth! What voice is that?-"

"The voice of the prettiest little actress I have seen this age,"

answered one of my persecutors.

"No,-no,-no-" I panted out, "I am no actress-pray let me go,-pray

let me pass-"

"By all that's sacred," cried the same voice, which I then knew for

Sir Clement Willoughby's, "'tis herself!"

"Sir Clement Willoughby!" cried I. "O, Sir, assist-assist me-or I

shall die with terror!"

"Gentlemen," cried he, disengaging them all from me in an instant,

"pray leave this lady to me."

Loud laughs proceeded from every mouth, and two or three said

Willoughby has all the luck! But one of them, in a passionate manner,

vowed he would not give me up, for that he had the first right to me,

and would support it.

"You are mistaken," said Sir Clement, "this lady is-I will explain

myself to you another time; but, I assure you, you are all mistaken."

And then taking my willing hand, he led me off, amidst the loud

acclamations, laughter, and gross merriment of his impertinent

companions.

As soon as we had escaped from them, Sir Clement, with a voice of

surprise, exclaimed, "My dearest creature, what wonder, what strange

revolution, has brought you to such a place as this?"

Ashamed of my situation, and extremely mortified to be thus recognized

by him, I was for some time silent; and when he repeated his question,

only stammered out, "I have,-I hardly know how,-lost from my party-"

He caught my hand, and eagerly pressing it, in a passionate voice said,

"O that I had sooner met with thee!"

Surprised at a freedom so unexpected, I angrily broke from him, saying,

"Is this the protection you give me, Sir Clement?"

And then I saw, what the perturbation of my mind had prevented my

sooner noticing, that he had led me, though I know not how, into

another of the dark alleys, instead of the place whither I meant to go.

"Good God!" I cried, "where am I?-What way are you going?"

"Where," answered he, "we shall be least observed!"

Astonished at this speech, I stopped short, and declared I would go

no further.

"And why not, my angel?" again endeavouring to take my hand.

My heart beat with resentment; I pushed him away from me with all my

strength, and demanded how he dared treat me with such insolence?

"Insolence!" repeated he.

"Yes, Sir Clement, insolence; from you, who know me, I had a claim

for protection,-not to such treatment as this."

"By Heaven," cried he, with warmth, "you distract me;-why, tell

me,-why do I see you here?-Is this a place for Miss Anville?-these

dark walks!-no party! no companion!-by all that's good I can scarce

believe my senses!"

Extremely offended at this speech, I turned angrily from him: and,

not deigning to make any answer, walked on towards that part of the

garden whence I perceived the lights and company.

He followed me; but we were both some time silent.

"So you will not explain to me your situation?" said he, at length.

"No, Sir," answered I, disdainfully.

"Nor yet-suffer me to make my own interpretation?-"

I could not bear this strange manner of speaking; it made my very

soul shudder,-and I burst into tears.

He flew to me, and actually flung himself at my feet, as if

regardless who might see him, saying, "O, Miss Anville,-loveliest of

women,-forgive my,-my,-I beseech you forgive me;-if I have offended-if

I have hurt you-I could kill myself at the thought!-"

"No matter, Sir, no matter," cried I; "if I can but find my friends,-I

will never speak to-never see you again!"

"Good God!-good Heaven! My dearest life, what is it I have done?-what

is it I have said?-"

"You best know, Sir, what and why: but don't hold me here,-let me be

gone; and do you!"

"Not till you forgive me!-I cannot part with you in anger."

"For shame, for shame, Sir!" cried I, indignantly, "do you suppose I

am to be thus compelled?-do you take advantage of the absence of my

friends to affront me?"

"No, Madam," cried he, rising: "I would sooner forfeit my life than

act so mean a part. But you have flung me into amazement unspeakable,

and you will not condescend to listen to my request of giving me

some explanation."

"The manner, Sir," said I, "in which you spoke that request, made,

and will make, me scorn to answer it."

"Scorn!-I will own to you, I expected not such displeasure from

Miss Anville."

"Perhaps, Sir, if you had, you would less voluntarily have merited it."

"My dearest life, surely it must be known to you, that the man does

not breathe who adores you so passionately, so fervently, so tenderly

as I do!-Why, then, will you delight in perplexing me?-in keeping me

in suspense?-in torturing me with doubt?"

"I, Sir, delight in perplexing you!-you are much mistaken.-Your

suspense, your doubts, your perplexities,-are of your own creating;

and believe me, Sir, they may offend, but they can never delight

me:-but as you have yourself raised, you must yourself satisfy them."

"Good God!-that such haughtiness and such sweetness can inhabit the

same mansion!"

I made no answer; but quickening my pace I walked on silently and

sullenly, till this most impetuous of men, snatching my hand, which he

grasped with violence, besought me to forgive him with such earnestness

of supplication, that, merely to escape his importunities, I was forced

to speak, and in some measure to grant the pardon he requested; though

it was accorded with a very ill grace: but, indeed, I knew not how

to resist the humility of his intreaties: yet never shall I recollect

the occasion he gave me of displeasure, without feeling it renewed.

We now soon arrived in the midst of the general crowd; and, my own

safety being then insured, I grew extremely uneasy for the Miss

Branghtons, whose danger, however imprudently incurred by their own

folly, I too well knew how to tremble for. To this consideration all

my pride of heart yielded, and I determined to seek my party with the

utmost speed; though not without a sigh did I recollect the fruitless

attempt I had made after the opera, of concealing from this man my

unfortunate connections, which I was now obliged to make known.

I hastened, therefore, to the room, with a view of sending young

Branghton to the aid of his sisters. In a very short time I perceived

Madame Duval, and the rest, looking at one of the paintings.

I must own to you honestly, my dear Sir, that an involuntary repugnance

seized me at presenting such a set to Sir Clement,-he who had been used

to see me in parties so different!-My pace slackened as I approached

them,-but they presently perceived me.

"Ah, Mademoiselle!" cried M. Du Bois, "Que je suis charm-e; de vous

voir!"

"Pray, Miss," cried Mr. Brown, "where's Miss Polly?"

"Why, Miss, you've been a long while gone," said Mr. Branghton;

"we thought you'd been lost. But what have you done with your cousins?"

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