Come all these, and more, if possible; for arduous is the Task I have undertaken: And without all your Assistance, will, I find, be too heavy for me to support. But if you all smile on my Labours, I hope still to bring them to a happy Conclusion.
CHAPTER II.
What befel Mr. Jones on his Arrival in London.
The learned Dr. Misaubin1 used to say, that the proper Direction to him was, To Dr. Misaubin, in the World; intimating, that there were few People in it to whom his great Reputation was not known. And, perhaps, upon a very nice Examination into the Matter, we shall find that this Circumstance bears no inconsiderable Part among the many Blessings of Grandeur.
The great Happiness of being known to Posterity, with the Hopes of which we so delighted ourselves in the preceding Chapter, is the Portion of few. To have the several Elements which compose our Names, as Sydenham expresses it, repeated a thousand Years hence, is a Gift beyond the Power of Title and Wealth:2 and is scarce to be purchased, unless by the Sword and the Pen. But to avoid the scandalous Imputation, while we yet live, of being one whom Nobody knows, (a Scandal, by the By, as old as the Days of Homer)* will always be the envied Portion of those, who have a legal Title either to Honour or Estate.
From that Figure, therefore, which the Irish Peer, who brought Sophia to Town, hath already made in this History, the Reader will conclude, doubtless, it must have been an easy Matter to have discovered his House in London, without knowing the particular Street or Square which he inhabited, since he must have been one whom every body knows. To say the Truth, so it would have been to any of those Tradesmen who are accustomed to attend the Regions of the Great: For the Doors of the Great are generally no less easy to find, than it is difficult to get Entrance into them. But Jones, as well as Partridge, was an entire Stranger in London, and as he happened to arrive first in a Quarter of the Town, the Inhabitants of which have very little Intercourse with the Householders of Hanover or Grosvenor Square, (for he entered through Gray’s-Inn Lane) so he rambled about some Time, before he could even find his Way to those happy Mansions, where Fortune segregates from the Vulgar, those magnanimous Heroes, the Descendants of antient Britons, Saxons, or Danes, whose Ancestors being born in better Days, by sundry Kinds of Merit, have entailed Riches and Honour on their Posterity.
Jones being at length arrived at those terrestrial Elysian Fields, would now soon have discovered his Lordship’s Mansion; but the Peer unluckily quitted his former House when he went for Ireland; and as he was just entered into a new one, the Fame of his Equipage had not yet sufficiently blazed in the Neighbourhood: So that after a successless Enquiry’ till the Clock had struck Eleven, Jones, at last, yielded to the Advice of Partridge, and retreated to the Bull and Gate in Holborn, that being the Inn where he had first alighted, and where he retired to enjoy that kind of Repose, which usually attends Persons in his Circumstances.
Early in the Morning he again set forth in Pursuit of Sophia; and many a weary Step he took to no better Purpose than before. At last, whether it was that Fortune relented, or whether it was no longer in her Power to disappoint him, he came into the very Street which was honoured by his Lordship’s Residence; and being directed to the House, he gave one gentle Rap at the Door.
The Porter, who, from the Modesty of the Knock, had conceived no high Idea of the Person approaching, conceived but little better from the Appearance of Mr. Jones, who was drest in a Suit of Fustian, and had by his Side the Weapon formerly purchased of the Serjeant; of which, tho’ the Blade might be composed of well-tempered Steel, the Handle was composed only of Brass, and that none of the brightest. When Jones, therefore, enquired after the young Lady, who had come to Town with his Lordship, this Fellow answered surlily, ‘That there were no Ladies there.’ Jones then desired to see the Master of the House; but was informed that his Lordship would see no-body that Morning. And upon growing more pressing, the Porter said, ‘He had positive Orders to let no Person in; but if you think proper,’ said he, ‘to leave your Name, I will acquaint his Lordship; and if you call another Time, you shall know when he will see you.’
Jones now declared, ‘that he had very particular Business with the young Lady, and could not depart without seeing her.’ Upon which the Porter, with no very agreeable Voice or Aspect, affirmed, ‘That there was no young Lady in that House, and consequently none could he see;’ adding, ‘Sure you are the strangest Man I ever met with; for you will not take an Answer.’
I have often thought, that by the particular Description of Cerberus the Porter of Hell, in the 6th Æneid, Virgil might possibly intend to satirize the Porters of the Great Men in his Time; the Picture, at least, resembles those who have the Honour to attend at the Doors of our Great Men. The Porter in his Lodge, answers exactly to Cerberus in his Den, and, like him, must be appeased by a Sop, before Access can be gained to his Master. Perhaps Jones might have seen him in that Light, and have recollected the Passage, where the Sibyl, in order to procure an Entrance for Æneas, presents the Keeper of the Stygian Avenue with such a Sop.4Jones, in like Manner, now began to offer a Bribe to the human Cerberus, which a Footman overhearing, instantly advanced, and declared ‘if Mr. Jones would give him the Sum proposed, he would conduct him to the Lady.’ Jones instantly agreed, and was forthwith conducted to the Lodging of Mrs. Fitzpatrick, by the very Fellow who had attended the Ladies thither the Day before.
Nothing more aggravates ill Success than the near Approach to Good. The Gamester, who loses his Party at Piquet by a single Point, laments his bad Luck ten Times as much as he who never came within a Prospect of the Game. So in a Lottery, the Proprietors of the next Numbers to that which wins the great Prize, are apt to account themselves much more unfortunate than their Fellow-Sufferers. In short, these kind of hair-breadth Missings of Happiness, look like the Insults of Fortune, who may be considered as thus playing Tricks with us, and wantonly diverting herself at our Expence.
Jones, who more than once already had experienced this frolicksome Disposition of the Heathen Goddess, was now again doomed to be tantalized in the like Manner: For he arrived at the Door of Mrs. Fitzpatrick, about ten Minutes after the Departure of Sophia. He now addressed himself to the Waiting-woman belonging to Mrs. Fitzpatrick; who told him the disagreeable News, that the Lady was gone, but could not tell him whither; and the same Answer he afterwards received from Mrs. Fitzpatrick herself. For as that Lady made no doubt but that Mr. Jones was a Person detached from her Uncle Western, in Pursuit of his Daughter, so she was too generous to betray her.
Though Jones had never seen Mrs. Fitzpatrick, yet he had heard that a Cousin of Sophia was married to a Gentleman of that Name. This, however, in the present Tumult of his Mind, never once recurred to his Memory: But when the Footman, who had conducted him from his Lordship’s, acquainted him with the great Intimacy between the Ladies, and with their calling each other Cousin, he then recollected the Story of the Marriage which he had formerly heard; and as he was presently convinced that this was the same Woman, he became more surprized at the Answer which he had received, and very earnestly desired Leave to wait on the Lady herself; but she as positively refused him that Honour.
Jones, who, though he had never seen a Court, was better bred than most who frequent it, was incapable of any rude or abrupt Behaviour to a Lady. When he had received, therefore, a peremptory Denial, he retired for the present, saying to the Waiting woman, ‘That if this was an improper Hour to wait on her Lady, he would return in the Afternoon; and that he then hoped to have the Honour of seeing her.’ The Civility with which he uttered this, added to the great Comeliness of his Person, made an Impression on the Waiting-woman, and she could not help answering; ‘Perhaps, Sir, you may:’ And, indeed, she afterwards said every Thing to her Mistress, which she thought most likely to prevail on her to admit a Visit from the handsome young Gentleman; for so she called him.
Jones very shrewdly suspected, that Sophia herself was now with her Cousin, and was denied to him; which he imputed to her Resentme
nt of what had happened at Upton. Having, therefore, dispatched Partridge to procure him Lodgings, he remained all Day in the Street, watching the Door where he thought his Angel lay concealed; but no Person did he see issue forth, except a Servant of the House, and in the Evening he returned to pay his Visit to Mrs. Fitzpatrick, which that good Lady at last condescended to admit.
There is a certain Air of natural Gentility, which it is neither in the Power of Dress to give, nor to conceal. Mr. Jones, as hath been before hinted, was possessed of this in a very eminent Degree. He met, therefore, with a Reception from the Lady, somewhat different from what his Apparel seemed to demand; and after he had paid her his proper Respects, was desired to sit down.
The Reader will not, I believe, be desirous of knowing all the Particulars of this Conversation, which ended very little to the Satisfaction of poor Jones. For though Mrs. Fitzpatrick soon discovered the Lover, (as all Women have the Eyes of Hawks in those Matters) yet she still thought it was such a Lover, as a generous Friend of the Lady should not betray her to. In short, she suspected this was the very Mr. Blifil, from whom Sophia had flown; and all the Answers which she artfully drew from Jones, concerning Mr. Allworthy’s Family, confirmed her in this Opinion. She therefore strictly denied any Knowledge concerning the Place whither Sophia was gone; nor could Jones obtain more than a Permission to wait on her again the next Evening.
When Jones was departed, Mrs. Fitzpatrick communicated her Suspicion concerning Mr. Blifil, to her Maid; who answered, ‘Sure, Madam, he is too pretty a Man, in my Opinion, for any Woman in the World to run away from. I had rather fancy it is Mr. Jones.’—‘Mr. Jones,’ said the Lady, ‘what Jones?’ For Sophia had not given the least Hint of any such Person in all their Conversation: But Mrs. Honour had been much more communicative, and had acquainted her Sister Abigail with the whole History of Jones, which this now again related to her Mistress.
Mrs. Fitzpatrick no sooner received this Information, than she immediately agreed with the Opinion of her Maid; and, what is very unaccountable, saw Charms in the gallant, happy Lover, which she had over-looked in the slighted Squire. ‘Betty,’ says she, ‘you are certainly in the right: He is a very pretty Fellow, and I don’t wonder that my Cousin’s Maid should tell you so many Women are fond of him. I am sorry now I did not inform him where my Cousin was: And yet if he be so terrible a Rake as you tell me, it is a Pity she should ever see him any more; for what but her Ruin can happen from marrying a Rake and a Beggar against her Father’s Consent. I protest, if he be such a Man as the Wench described him to you, it is but an Office of Charity to keep her from him; and, I am sure, it would be unpardonable in me to do otherwise, who have tasted so bitterly of the Misfortunes attending such Marriages.’
Here she was interrupted by the Arrival of a Visitor, which was no other than his Lordship; and as nothing passed at this Visit either new or extraordinary, or any ways material to this History, we shall here put an End to this Chapter.
CHAPTER III.
A Project of Mrs. Fitzpatrick, and her Visit to Lady Bellaston.
When Mrs. Fitzpatrick retired to Rest, her Thoughts were entirely taken up by her Cousin Sophia and Mr. Jones. She was, indeed, a little offended with the former, for the Disingenuity which she now discovered. In which Meditation she had not long exercised her Imagination, before the following Conceit suggested itself: That could she possibly become the Means of preserving Sophia from this Man, and of restoring her to her Father, she should, in all human Probability, by so great a Service to the Family, reconcile to herself both her Uncle and her Aunt Western.
As this was one of her most favourite Wishes, so the Hope of Success seemed so reasonable, that nothing remained but to consider of proper Methods to accomplish her Scheme. To attempt to reason the Case with Sophia, did not appear to her one of those Methods: For as Betty had reported from Mrs. Honour, that Sophia had a violent Inclination to Jones, she conceived, that to dissuade her from the Match, was an Endeavour of the same Kind as it would be, very heartily and earnestly to entreat a Moth not to fly into a Candle.
If the Reader will please to remember, that the Acquaintance which Sophia had with Lady Bellaston, was contracted at the House of Mrs. Western, and must have grown at the very Time when Mrs. Fitzpatrick lived with this latter Lady, he will want no Information, that Mrs. Fitzpatrick must have been acquainted with her likewise. They were, besides, both equally her distant Relations.
After much Consideration, therefore, she resolved to go early in the Morning to that Lady, and endeavour to see her, unknown to Sophia, and to acquaint her with the whole Affair. For she did not in the least doubt, but that the prudent Lady, who had often ridiculed romantic Love, and indiscreet Marriages, in her Conversation, would very readily concur in her Sentiments concerning this Match, and would lend her utmost Assistance to prevent it.
This Resolution she accordingly executed; and the next Morning before the Sun, she huddled on her Cloaths, and at a very unfashionable, unseasonable, unvisitable Hour went to Lady Bellaston, to whom she got Access, without the least Knowledge or Suspicion of Sophia, who though not asleep, lay at that Time awake in her Bed, with Honour snoring by her Side.
Mrs. Fitzpatrick made many Apologies for an early, abrupt Visit, at an Hour when she said ‘she should not have thought of disturbing her Ladyship, but upon Business of the utmost Consequence.’ She then opened the whole Affair, told all she had heard from Betty; and did not forget the Visit which Jones had paid to herself the preceding Evening.
Lady Bellaston answered with a Smile, ‘Then you have seen this terrible Man, Madam; pray is he so very fine a Figure as he is represented? For Etoff entertained me last Night almost two Hours with him. The Wench I believe is in Love with him by Reputation.’ Here the Reader will be apt to wonder; but the Truth is that Mrs. Etoff, who had the Honour to pin and unpin the Lady Bellaston, had received complete Information concerning the said Mr. Jones, and had faithfully conveyed the same to her Lady last Night (or rather that Morning) while she was undressing; on which Accounts she had been detained in her Office above the Space of an Hour and half.
The Lady indeed, tho’ generally well enough pleased with the Narratives of Mrs. Etoff at those Seasons, gave an extraordinary Attention to her Account of Jones; for Honour had described him as a very handsome Fellow, and Mrs. Etoff in her Hurry added so much to the Beauty of his Person to her Report, that Lady Bellaston began to conceive him to be a kind of Miracle in Nature.
The Curiosity which her Woman had inspired, was now greatly increased by Mrs. Fitzpatrick, who spoke as much in Favour of the Person of Jones, as she had before spoken in Dispraise of his Birth, Character and Fortune.
When Lady Bellaston had heard the whole, she answered gravely, ‘Indeed, Madam, this is a matter of great Consequence. Nothing can certainly be more commendable than the Part you act; and I shall be very glad to have my Share in the Preservation of a young Lady of so much Merit, and for whom I have so much Esteem.’
‘Doth not your Ladyship think,’ says Mrs. Fitzpatrick eagerly, ‘that it would be the best Way to write immediately to my Uncle, and acquaint him where my Cousin is?’
The Lady pondered a little upon this, and thus answered— ‘Why, no, Madam, I think not. Di Western hath described her Brother to me to be such a Brute, that I cannot consent to put any Woman under his Power who hath escaped from it. I have heard he behaved like a Monster to his own Wife; for he is one of those Wretches who think they have a Right to tyrannize over us, and from such I shall ever esteem it the Cause of my Sex to rescue any Woman who is so unfortunate to be under their Power.—The Business, dear Cousin, will be only to keep Miss Western from seeing this young Fellow, till the good Company, which she will have an Opportunity of meeting here, give her a properer Turn.’
‘If he should find her out, Madam,’ answered the other, ‘your Ladyship may be assured he will leave nothing unattempted to come at her.’
‘But, Madam,’ replied the Lady, ‘it is impossible he
should come here—tho’ indeed it is possible he may get some Intelligence where she is, and then may lurk about the House—I wish therefore I knew his Person.
‘Is there no Way, Madam, by which I could have a Sight of him? For otherwise you know, Cousin, she may contrive to see him here without my Knowledge.’ Mrs. Fitzpatrick answered, ‘That he had threatened her with another Visit that Afternoon, and that if her Ladyship pleased to do her the Honour of calling upon her then, she would hardly fail of seeing him between Six and Seven; and if he came earlier she would, by some Means or other, detain him till her Ladyship’s Arrival.’—Lady Bellaston replied, ‘she would come the Moment she could get from Dinner, which she supposed would be by Seven at farthest; for that it was absolutely necessary she should be acquainted with his Person. Upon my Word, Madam,’ says she, ‘it was very good to take this Care of Miss Western; but common Humanity, as well as Regard to our Family, requires it of us both; for it would be a dreadful Match indeed.’
Mrs. Fitzpatrick failed not to make a proper Return to the Compliment which Lady Bellaston had bestowed on her Cousin, and after some little immaterial Conversation withdrew; and getting as fast as she could into her Chair, unseen by Sophia or Honour, returned home.
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