CHAPTER III.
A further Explanation of the foregoing Design.
Tho’ the Reader may have long since concluded Lady Bellaston to be a Member (and no inconsiderable one) of the Great World, she was in reality a very considerable Member of the Little World; by which Appellation was distinguished a very worthy and honourable Society which not long since flourished in this Kingdom.
Among other good Principles upon which this Society was founded, there was one very remarkable: For as it was a Rule of an honourable Club of Heroes, who assembled at the Close of the late War, that all the Members should every Day fight once at least;1 so ’twas in this, that every Member should, within the twenty-four Hours, tell at least one merry Fib, which was to be propagated by all the Brethren and Sisterhood.
Many idle Stories were told about this Society, which from a certain Quality may be, perhaps not unjustly, supposed to have come from the Society themselves. As, that the Devil was the President; and that he sat in Person in an Elbow-Chair at the upper End of the Table: But upon very strict Enquiry, I find there is not the least Truth in any of those Tales, and that the Assembly consisted in reality of a Set of very good Sort of People, and the Fibs which they propagated were of a harmless Kind, and tended only to produce Mirth and good Humour.
Edwards was likewise a Member of this comical Society.2 To him therefore Lady Bellaston applied as a proper Instrument for her Purpose, and furnished him with a Fib, which he was to vent whenever the Lady gave him her Cue; and this was not to be till the Evening, when all the Company but Lord Fellamar and himself were gone, and while they were engaged in a Rubbers at Whist.
To this Time then, which was between Seven and Eight in the Evening, we will convey our Reader; when Lady Bellaston, Lord Fellamar, Miss Western, and Tom being engaged at Whist, and in the last Game of their Rubbers, Tom received his Cue from Lady Bellaston, which was, ‘I protest, Tom, you are grown intolerable lately; you used to tell us all the News of the Town, and now you know no more of the World than if you lived out of it.’
Mr. Edwards then began as follows: ‘The Fault is not mine, Madam; it lies in the Dulness of the Age, that doth nothing worth talking of.—O la! though now I think on’t, there hath a terrible Accident befallen poor Colonel Wilcox.—Poor Ned.—You know him, my Lord, every Body knows him; faith! I am very much concerned for him.’
‘What is it, pray?’ says Lady Bellaston.
‘Why, he hath killed a Man this Morning in a Duel, that’s all.’
His Lordship, who was not in the Secret, asked gravely, whom he had killed? To which Edwards answered, ‘A young Fellow we none of us know; a Somersetshire Lad just come to Town, one Jones his Name is; a near Relation of one Mr. Allworthy, of whom your Lordship I believe hath heard. I saw the Lad lie dead in a Coffee-house.—Upon my Soul he is one of the finest Corpses I ever saw in my Life.’
Sophia, who just began to deal as Tom had mentioned that a Man was killed, stopt her Hand, and listened with Attention, (for all Stories of that Kind affected her) but no sooner had he arrived at the latter Part of the Story, than she began to deal again; and having dealt three Cards to one, and seven to another, and ten to a third, at last dropt the rest from her Hand, and fell back in her Chair.
The Company behaved as usually on these Occasions. The usual Disturbance ensued, the usual Assistance was summoned, and Sophia at last, as it is usual, returned again to Life, and was soon after, at her earnest Desire, led to her own Apartment; where, at my Lord’s Request, Lady Bellaston acquainted her with the Truth, attempted to carry it off as a Jest of her own, and comforted her with repeated Assurances, that neither his Lordship, nor Tom, though she had taught him the Story, were in the true Secret of the Affair.
There was no farther Evidence necessary to convince Lord Fellamar how justly the Case had been represented to him by Lady Bellaston; and now at her Return into the Room, a Scheme was laid between these two noble Persons, which, though it appeared in no very heinous Light to his Lordship, (as he faithfully promised, and faithfully resolved too, to make the Lady all the subsequent Amends in his Power by Marriage;) yet many of our Readers, we doubt not, will see with just Detestation.
The next Evening at Seven was appointed for the fatal Purpose, when Lady Bellaston undertook that Sophia should be alone, and his Lordship should be introduced to her. The whole Family were to be regulated for the Purpose, most of the Servants dispatched out of the House; and for Mrs. Honour, who, to prevent Suspicion, was to be left with her Mistress till his Lordship’s Arrival, Lady Bellaston herself was to engage her in an Apartment as distant as possible from the Scene of the intended Mischief, and out of the Hearing of Sophia.
Matters being thus agreed on, his Lordship took his Leave, and her Ladyship retired to Rest, highly pleased with a Project, of which she had no Reason to doubt the Success, and which promised so effectually to remove Sophia from being any future Obstruction to her Amour with Jones, by a Means of which she should never appear to be guilty, even if the Fact appeared to the World; but this she made no doubt of preventing by huddling up a Marriage, to which she thought the ravished Sophia would easily be brought to consent, and at which all the rest of her Family would rejoice.
But Affairs were not in so quiet a Situation in the Bosom of the other Conspirator: His Mind was tost in all the distracting Anxiety so nobly described by Shakespear.
Between the Acting of a dreadful Thing,
And the first Motion, all the Interim is
Like a Phantasma, or a hideous Dream:
The Genius and the mortal Instruments
Are then in Council; and the State of Man,
Like to a little Kingdom, suffers then
The Nature of an Insurrection.—3
Though the Violence of his Passion had made him eagerly embrace the first Hint of this Design, especially as it came from a Relation of the Lady, yet when that Friend to Reflection, a Pillow, had placed the Action itself in all its natural black Colours before his Eyes, with all the Consequences which must, and those which might probably attend it; his Resolution began to abate, or rather indeed to go over to the other Side; and after a long Conflict which lasted a whole Night between Honour and Appetite, the former at length prevailed, and he determined to wait on Lady Bellaston, and to relinquish the Design.
Lady Bellaston was in Bed, though very late in the Morning, and Sophia sitting by her Bedside, when the Servant acquainted her that Lord Fellamar was below in the Parlour; upon which her Ladyship desired him to stay, and that she would see him presently; but the Servant was no sooner departed than poor Sophia began to intreat her Cousin not to encourage the Visits of that odious Lord (so she called him, though a little unjustly) upon her Account. ‘I see his Design,’ said she; ‘for he made downright Love to me Yesterday Morning; but as I am resolved never to admit it, I beg your Ladyship not to leave us alone together any more, and to order the Servants that, if he enquires for me, I may be always denied to him.’
‘La! Child,’ says Lady Bellaston, ‘you Country Girls have nothing but Sweet-hearts in your Head; you fancy every Man who is civil to you is making Love. He is one of the most gallant young Fellows about Town, and I am convinced means no more than a little Gallantry. Make Love to you indeed! I wish with all my Heart he would, and you must be an arrant mad Woman to refuse him.’
‘But as I shall certainly be that mad Woman,’ cries Sophia, ‘I hope his Visits shall not be intruded upon me.’
‘O Child,’ said Lady Bellaston, ‘you need not be so fearful; if you resolve to run away with that Jones, I know no Person who can hinder you.’
‘Upon my Honour, Madam,’ cries Sophia, ‘your Ladyship injures me. I will never run away with any Man; nor will I ever marry contrary to my Father’s Inclinations.’4
‘Well, Miss Western,’ said the Lady, ‘if you are not in a Humour to see Company this Morning, you may retire to your own Apartment; for I am not frightned at his Lordship, and must send for him up into my Dressing-Room.’
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CHAPTER IV.
By which it will appear how dangerous an Advocate a Lady is, when she applies her Eloquence to an ill Purpose.
When Lady Bellaston heard the young Lord’s Scruples, she treated them with the same Disdain with which one of those Sages of the Law, called Newgate Solicitors,1 treats the Qualms of Conscience in a young Witness. ‘My dear Lord,’ said she, ‘you certainly want a Cordial. I must send to Lady Edgely for one of her best Drams. Fie upon it! have more Resolution. Are you frightned by the Word Rape? Or are you apprehensive—? Well! if the Story of Helen was modern, I should think it unnatural. I mean the Behaviour of Paris, not the Fondness of the Lady; for all Women love a Man of Spirit. There is another Story of the Sabine Ladies, —and that too, I thank Heaven, is very ancient. Your Lordship, perhaps, will admire my Reading; but I think Mr. Hook tells us, they made tolerable good Wives afterwards.2 I fancy few of my married Acquaintance were ravished by their Husbands.’ ‘Nay, dear Lady Bellaston,’ cried he, ‘don’t ridicule me in this Manner.’ ‘Why, my good Lord,’ answered she, ‘do you think any Woman in England would not laugh at you in her Heart, whatever Prudery she might wear in her Countenance?—You force me to use a strange Kind of Language, and to betray my Sex most abominably: But I am contented with knowing my Intentions are good, and that I am endeavouring to serve my Cousin; for I think you will make her a good Husband notwithstanding this; or, upon my Soul, I would not even persuade her to fling herself away upon an empty Title. She should not upbraid me hereafter with having lost a Man of Spirit; for that his Enemies allow this poor young Fellow to be.’
Let those who have had the Satisfaction of hearing Reflections of this Kind from a Wife or a Mistress, declare whether they are at all sweetened by coming from a female Tongue. Certain it is, they sunk deeper into his Lordship than any Thing which Demosthenes or Cicero could have said on the Occasion.
Lady Bellaston perceiving she had fired the young Lord’s Pride, began now, like a true Orator, to rouse other Passions to its Assistance. ‘My Lord,’ says she, in a graver Voice, ‘you will be pleased to remember, you mentioned this Matter to me first; for I would not appear to you in the Light of one who is endeavouring to put off my Cousin upon you. Fourscore thousand Pounds do not stand in Need of an Advocate to recommend them.’ ‘Nor doth Miss Western,’ said he, ‘require any Recommendation from her Fortune; for in my Opinion, no Woman ever had half her Charms.’ ‘Yes, yes, my Lord;’ replied the Lady, looking in the Glass, ‘there have been Women with more than half her Charms, I assure you; not that I need lessen her on that Account: She is a most delicious Girl, that’s certain; and within these few Hours she will be in the Arms of one, who surely doth not deserve her, though I will give him his Due, I believe he is truly a Man of Spirit.’
‘I hope so, Madam,’ said my Lord; ‘tho’ I must own he doth not deserve her; for unless Heaven, or your Ladyship disappoint me, she shall within that Time be in mine.’
‘Well spoken, my Lord,’ answered the Lady, ‘I promise you no Disappointment shall happen from my Side; and within this Week I am convinced I shall call your Lordship my Cousin in Public.’
The Remainder of this Scene consisted entirely of Raptures, Excuses, and Compliments, very pleasant to have heard from the Parties; but rather dull when related at second Hand. Here, therefore, we shall put an End to this Dialogue, and hasten to the fatal Hour, when every Thing was prepared for the Destruction of poor Sophia.
But this being the most tragical Matter in our whole History, we shall treat it in a Chapter by itself.
CHAPTER V.
Containing some Matters which may affect, and others which may surprize the Reader.
The Clock had now struck Seven, and poor Sophia, alone and melancholy, sat reading a Tragedy. It was The Fatal Marriage; and she was now come to that Part where the poor distrest Isabella disposes of her Wedding-Ring.1
Here the Book dropt from her Hand, and a Shower of Tears ran down into her Bosom. In this Situation she had continued a Minute, when the Door opened, and in came Lord Fellamar. Sophia started from her Chair at his Entrance; and his Lordship advancing forwards, and making a low Bow, said, ‘I am afraid, Miss Western, I break in upon you abruptly.’ ‘Indeed, my Lord,’ says she, ‘I must own myself a little surprized at this unexpected Visit.’ ‘If this Visit be unexpected, Madam,’ answered Lord Fellamar, ‘my Eyes must have been very faithless Interpreters of my Heart, when last I had the Honour of seeing you: For surely you could not otherwise have hoped to detain my Heart in your Possession, without receiving a Visit from its Owner.’ Sophia, confused as she was, answered this Bombast (and very properly, I think) with a Look of inconceivable Disdain. My Lord then made another and a longer Speech of the same Sort. Upon which Sophia, trembling, said, ‘Am I really to conceive your Lordship to be out of your Senses? Sure, my Lord, there is no other Excuse for such Behaviour.’—‘I am, indeed, Madam, in the Situation you suppose,’ cries his Lordship; ‘and sure you will pardon the Effects of a Frenzy which you yourself have occasioned: For Love hath so totally deprived me of Reason, that I am scarce accountable for any of my Actions.’ ‘Upon my Word, my Lord,’ said Sophia, ‘I neither understand your Words nor your Behaviour.’——‘Suffer me then, Madam,’ cries he, ‘at your Feet to explain both, by laying open my Soul to you, and declaring that I doat on you to the highest Degree of Distraction. O most adorable, most divine Creature! what Language can express the Sentiments of my Heart?’ ‘I do assure you, my Lord,’ said Sophia, ‘I shall not stay to hear any more of this.’ ‘Do not,’ cries he, ‘think of leaving me thus cruelly: Could you know half the Torments which I feel, that tender Bosom must pity what those Eyes have caused.’ Then fetching a deep Sigh, and laying hold of her Hand, he ran on for some Minutes in a Strain which would be little more pleasing to the Reader than it was to the Lady; and at last concluded with a Declaration, ‘That if he was Master of the World, he would lay it at her Feet.’ Sophia then forcibly pulling away her Hand from his, answered with much Spirit, ‘I promise you, Sir, your World and its Master, I should spurn from me with equal Contempt.’ She then offered to go, and Lord Fellamar again laying hold of her Hand, said, ‘Pardon me, my beloved Angel, Freedoms which nothing but Despair could have tempted me to take.—Believe me, could I have had any Hope that my Title and Fortune, neither of them inconsiderable, unless when compared with your Worth, would have been accepted, I had, in the humblest Manner, presented them to your Acceptance.—But I cannot lose you.—By Heaven, I will sooner part with my Soul:—You are, you must, you shall be only mine.’ ‘My Lord,’ says she, ‘I intreat you to desist from a vain Pursuit; for, upon my Honour, I will never hear you on this Subject. Let go my Hand, my Lord; for I am resolved to go from you this Moment; nor will I ever see you more.’ ‘Then, Madam,’ cries his Lordship, ‘I must make the best Use of this Moment; for I cannot live, nor will I live without you.’—‘What do you mean, my Lord?’ said Sophia; ‘I will raise the Family.’ ‘I have no Fear, Madam,’ answered he, ‘but of losing you, and that I am resolved to prevent, the only Way which Despair points to me.’—He then caught her in his Arms: Upon which she screamed so loud, that she must have alarmed some one to her Assistance, had not Lady Bellaston taken Care to remove all Ears.
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