You may believe, my dear, that these letters put me in good humour with
him. He saw it in my countenance, and congratulated himself upon it.
Yet I cannot but repeat my wonder, that I could not have the contents of
them communicated to me last night.*
* The reader will see how Miss Howe accounts for this, in Letter XXXV.
He then urged me to go directly to Lady Betty's, on the strength of her
letter.
But how, said I, can I do that, were I even out of all hope of a
reconciliation with my friends, (which yet, however unlikely to be
effected, is my duty to attempt,) as her Ladyship has given me no
particular invitation?
That, he was sure, was owing to her doubt that it would be
accepted--Else she had done it with the greatest pleasure in the world.
That doubt itself, I said, was enough to deter me: since her Ladyship,
who knew so well the boundaries to the fit and the unfit, by her not
expecting I would accept of the invitation, had she given it, would have
reason to think me very forward, if I had accepted it; and much more
forward to go without it. Then, said I, I thank you, Sir, I have no
clothes fit to go any where, or to be seen by any body.
O, I was fit to appear in the drawing-room, were full dress and
jewels to be excused; and should make the most amiable [he must mean
extraordinary] figure there. He was astonished at the elegance of my
dress. By what art he knew not, but I appeared to such advantage, as if
I had a different suit every day.
Besides, his cousins Montague would supply me with all I wanted for the
present; and he would write to Miss Charlotte accordingly, if I would
give him leave.
Do you think me the jay in the fable? said I. Would you have me visit
the owners of the borrowed dresses in their own clothes? Surely, Mr.
Lovelace, you think I have either a very low, or a very confident mind.
Would I choose to go to London (for a very few days only) in order to
furnish myself with clothes?
Not at your expense, Sir, said I, in an angry tone.
I could not have appeared in earnest to him, in my displeasure at his
artful contrivances to get me away, if I were not occasionally to shew
my real fretfulness upon the destitute condition to which he has reduced
me. When people set out wrong together, it is very difficult to avoid
recriminations.
He wished he knew but my mind--That should direct him in his proposals,
and it would be his delight to observe it, whatever it were.
My mind is, that you, Sir, should leave me out of hand--How often must I
tell you so?
If I were any where but here, he would obey me, he said, if I insisted
upon it. But if I would assert my right, that would be infinitely
preferable, in his opinion, to any other measure but one (which he durst
only hint at:) for then admitting his visits, or refusing them, as I
pleased, (Granting a correspondence by letter only) it would appear
to all the world, that what I had done, was but in order to do myself
justice.
How often, Mr. Lovelace, must I repeat, that I will not litigate with my
father? Do you think that my unhappy circumstances will alter my notions
of my own duty so far as I shall be enabled to perform it? How can I
obtain possession without litigation, and but by my trustees? One of
them will be against me; the other is abroad. Then the remedy proposed
by this measure, were I disposed to fall in with it, will require time
to bring it into effect; and what I want, is present independence, and
your immediate absence.
Upon his soul, the wretch swore, he did not think it safe, for the
reasons he had before given, to leave me here. He wished I would think
of some place, to which I should like to go. But he must take
the liberty to say, that he hoped his behaviour had not been so
exceptionable, as to make me so very earnest for his absence in the
interim: and the less, surely, as I was almost eternally shutting up
myself from him; although he presumed to assure me, that he never went
from me, but with a corrected heart, and with strengthened resolutions
of improving by my example.
?Externally shutting myself up from you! repeated I--I hope, Sir, that
you will not pretend to take it amiss, that I expect to be uninvaded in
my retirements. I hope you do not think me so weak a creature (novice as
you have found me in a very capital instance) as to be fond of occasions
to hear your fond speeches, especially as no differing circumstances
require your over-frequent visits; nor that I am to be addressed to, as
if I thought hourly professions needful to assure me of your honour.
He seemed a little disconcerted.
You know, Mr. Lovelace, proceeded I, why I am so earnest for your
absence. It is, that I may appear to the world independent of you; and
in hopes, by that means, to find it less difficult to set on foot a
reconciliation with my friends. And now let me add, (in order to make
you easier as to the terms of that hoped-for reconciliation,) that since
I find I have the good fortune to stand so well with your relations, I
will, from time to time, acquaint you, by letter, when you are absent,
with every step I shall take, and with every overture that shall be made
to me: but not with an intention to render myself accountable to you,
neither, as to my acceptance or non-acceptance of those overtures. They
know that I have a power given me by my grandfather's will, to bequeath
the estate he left me, with other of his bounties, in a way that may
affect them, though not absolutely from them. This consideration, I
hope, will procure me some from them, when their passion subsides, and
when they know I am independent of you.
Charming reasoning!--And let him tell me, that the assurance I had
given him was all he wished for. It was more than he could ask. What a
happiness to have a woman of honour and generosity to depend upon! Had
he, on his first entrance into the world, met with such a one, he had
never been other than a man of strict virtue.--But all, he hoped,
was for the best; since, in that case, he had never perhaps had the
happiness he now had in view; because his relations had always been
urging him to marry; and that before he had the honour to know me. And
now, as he had not been so bad as some people's malice reported him to
be, he hoped he should have near as much merit in his repentance, as
if he had never erred.--A fine rakish notion and hope! And too much
encouraged, I doubt, my dear, by the generality of our sex!
This brought on a more serious question or two. You'll see by it what a
creature an unmortified libertine is.
I asked him, if he knew what he had said, alluded to a sentence in the
best of books, That there was more joy in heaven--
He took the words out of my mouth,
Over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety-and-nine just persons,
which need no repentance,* were his words.
* Luke xv. 7. The parable is concerning the Ninety-nine Sheep, not the
Prodigal Son, as Mr. Lovelace erroneously imagines.
Yes, Madam, I thought of it, as soon as I said it, but not before. I
have read the story of the Prodigal Son, I'll assure you; and one day,
when I am settled as I hope to be, will write a dramatic piece on the
subject. I have at times had it in my head; and you will be too ready,
perhaps, to allow me to be qualified fro it.
You so lately, Sir, stumbled at a word, with which you must be better
acquainted, ere you can be thoroughly master of such a subject, that I
am amazed you should know any thing of the Scripture, and be so ignorant
of that.*
* See Letter XXIV. of this volume.
O Madam, I have read the Bible, as a fine piece of ancient history--But
as I hope to be saved, it has for some years past made me so uneasy,
when I have popped upon some passages in it, that I have been forced to
run to music or company to divert myself.
Poor wretch! lifting up my hands and eyes.
The denunciations come so slap-dash upon one, so unceremoniously, as I
may say, without even the By-your-leave of a rude London chairman, that
they overturn one, horse and man, as St. Paul was overturned. There's
another Scripture allusion, Madam! The light, in short, as his was, is
too glaring to be borne.
O Sir, do you want to be complimented into repentance and salvation?
But pray, Mr. Lovelace, do you mean any thing at all, when you swear so
often as you do, By your soul, or bind an asseveration with the words,
As you hope to be saved?
O my beloved creature, shifting his seat; let us call another cause.
Why, Sir, don't I neither use ceremony enough with you?
Dearest Madam, forbear for the present: I am but in my noviciate. Your
foundation must be laid brick by brick: you'll hinder the progress of
the good work you would promote, if you tumble in a whole wagon-load at
once upon me.
Lord bless me, thought I, what a character is that of a libertine!
What a creature am I, who have risked what I have risked with such a
one!--What a task before me, if my hopes continue of reforming such a
wild Indian as this!--Nay, worse than a wild Indian; for a man who errs
with his eyes open, and against conviction, is a thousand times worse
for what he knows, and much harder to be reclaimed, than if he had never
known any thing at all.
I was equally shocked at him, and concerned for him; and having laid so
few bricks (to speak to his allusion) and those so ill-cemented, I was
as willing as the gay and inconsiderate to call another cause, as he
termed it--another cause, too, more immediately pressing upon me, from
my uncertain situation.
I said, I took it for granted that he assented to the reasoning he
seemed to approve, and would leave me. And then I asked him, what he
really, and in his most deliberate mind, would advise me to, in my
present situation? He must needs see, I said, that I was at a great loss
what to resolve upon; entirely a stranger to London, having no adviser,
no protector, at present: himself, he must give me leave to tell
him, greatly deficient in practice, if not in the knowledge, of those
decorums, which, I had supposed, were always to be found in a man of
birth, fortune, and education.
He imagines himself, I find, to be a very polite man, and cannot bear to
be thought otherwise. He put up his lip--I am sorry for it, Madam--a man
of breeding, a man of politeness, give me leave to say, [colouring,] is
much more of a black swan with you, than with any lady I ever met with.
Then that is your misfortune, Mr. Lovelace, as well as mine, at present.
Every woman of discernment, I am confident, knowing what I know of you
now, would as I, say, [I had a mind to mortify a pride, that I am sure
deserves to be mortified;] that your politeness is not regular, nor
constant. It is not habit. It is too much seen by fits and starts, and
sallies, and those not spontaneous. You must be reminded into them.
O Lord! O Lord!--Poor I!--was the light, yet the half-angry wretch's
self-pitying expression!
I proceeded.--Upon my word, Sir, you are not the accomplished man, which
your talents and opportunities would have led one to expect you to be.
You are indeed in your noviciate, as to every laudable attainment.