LETTER XXVII.
Miss Clarissa Harlowe, To Miss Howe.
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 (a) [Footnote a: 1Kb].
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 of the Fit and the Unfit, by her not expecting I would accept of an 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 cloaths fit to go any-whither, 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
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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 cloaths? ---Surely, Mr. Lovelace, you think I have either a very low, or a very confident mind.
Would I chuse to go to London (for a few days only) in order to furnish myself with cloaths?
Not at your expence, 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 butone (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;
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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 to 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; altho' 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.
Eternally 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 fine 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
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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, tho' 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 had now in view; because his Relations had been always 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 peoples 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 (a) [Footnote a: 1Kb], were his words.
·Yes, Madam, I thought of it as soon as I said it, but not before. I have read the story of the Prodigal
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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 for 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 (a) [Footnote a: 1Kb].
·O Madam, I have read the Bible, as a fine piece of antient history---But as I hope to be saved, it has for some few 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 waggon-load at once upon me.
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·Lord bless me, thought I, what a character is that of a Libertine!---What a creature am I, who have risqued what I have risqued 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-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 knowlege, 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 say as I say [I had a mind to mortify a pride, that I am sure deserves to be mortified]; that
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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.