MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE HARLOWE-PLACE, JAN. 13.
How you oppress me, my dearest friend, with your politeness! I cannot
doubt your sincerity; but you should take care, that you give me not
reason from your kind partiality to call in question your judgment.
You do not distinguish that I take many admirable hints from you, and
have the art to pass them upon you for my own: for in all you do, in
all you say, nay, in your very looks (so animated!) you give lessons
to one who loves you and observes you as I love you and observe you,
without knowing that you do--So pray, my dear, be more sparing of your
praise for the future, lest after this confession we should suspect
that you secretly intend to praise yourself, while you would be
thought only to commend another.
Our family has indeed been strangely discomposed.--Discomposed!--It
has been in tumults, ever since the unhappy transaction; and I have
borne all the blame; yet should have had too much concern from myself,
had I been more justly spared by every one else.
For, whether it be owing to a faulty impatience, having been too
indulgently treated to be inured to blame, or to the regret I have to
hear those censured on my account, whom it is my duty to vindicate; I
have sometimes wished, that it had pleased God to have taken me in my
last fever, when I had every body's love and good opinion; but oftener
that I had never been distinguished by my grandfather as I was: since
that distinction has estranged from me my brother's and sister's
affections; at least, has raised a jealousy with regard to the
apprehended favour of my two uncles, that now-and-then overshadows
their love.
My brother being happily recovered of his fever, and his wound in a
hopeful way, although he has not yet ventured abroad, I will be as
particular as you desire in the little history you demand of me. But
heaven forbid that any thing should ever happen which may require it
to be produced for the purpose you mention!
I will begin, as you command, with Mr. Lovelace's address to my
sister; and be as brief as possible. I will recite facts only; and
leave you to judge of the truth of the report raised, that the younger
sister has robbed the elder.
It was in pursuance of a conference between Lord M. and my uncle
Antony, that Mr. Lovelace [my father and mother not forbidding] paid
his respect to my sister Arabella. My brother was then in Scotland,
busying himself in viewing the condition of the considerable estate
which was left him there by his generous godmother, together with one
as considerable in Yorkshire. I was also absent at my Dairy-house, as
it is called,* busied in the accounts relating to the estate which my
grandfather had the goodness to devise to me; and which once a year
was left to my inspection, although I have given the whole into my
father's power.
* Her grandfather, in order to invite her to him as often as her other
friends would spare her, indulged her in erecting and fitting up a
diary-house in her own taste. When finished, it was so much admired
for its elegant simplicity and convenience, that the whole seat
(before, of old time, from its situation, called The Grove) was
generally known by the name of The Dairy-house. Her grandfather in
particular was fond of having it so called.
My sister made me a visit there the day after Mr. Lovelace had been
introduced; and seemed highly pleased with the gentleman. His birth,
his fortune in possession, a clear 2000L. a year, as Lord M. had
assured my uncle; presumptive heir to that nobleman's large estate:
his great expectations from Lady Sarah Sadleir and Lady Betty
Lawrence; who with his uncle interested themselves very warmly (he
being the last of his line) to see him married.
'So handsome a man!--O her beloved Clary!' (for then she was ready to
love me dearly, from the overflowings of her good humour on his
account!) 'He was but too handsome a man for her!--Were she but as
amiable as somebody, there would be a probability of holding his
affections!--For he was wild, she heard; very wild, very gay; loved
intrigue--but he was young; a man of sense: would see his error, could
she but have patience with his faults, if his faults were not cured by
marriage!'
Thus she ran on; and then wanted me 'to see the charming man,' as she
called him.--Again concerned, 'that she was not handsome enough for
him;' with, 'a sad thing, that the man should have the advantage of
the woman in that particular!'--But then, stepping to the glass, she
complimented herself, 'That she was very well: that there were many
women deemed passable who were inferior to herself: that she was
always thought comely; and comeliness, let her tell me, having not so
much to lose as beauty had, would hold, when that would evaporate or
fly off:--nay, for that matter,' [and again she turned to the glass]
'her features were not irregular; her eyes not at all amiss.' And I
remember they were more than usually brilliant at that time.-- 'Nothing, in short, to be found fault with, though nothing very
engaging she doubted--was there, Clary.'
Excuse me, my dear, I never was thus particular before; no, not to
you. Nor would I now have written thus freely of a sister, but that
she makes a merit to my brother of disowning that she ever liked him;
as I shall mention hereafter: and then you will always have me give
you minute descriptions, nor suffer me to pass by the air and manner
in which things are spoken that are to be taken notice of; rightly
observing, that air and manner often express more than the
accompanying words.
I congratulated her upon her prospects. She received my compliments
with a great deal of self-complacency.
She liked the gentleman still more at his next visit; and yet he made
no particular address to her, although an opportunity was given him
for it. This was wondered at, as my uncle has introduced him into our
family declaredly as a visitor to my sister. But as we are ever ready
to make excuses when in good humour with ourselves for the perhaps not
unwilful slights of those whose approbation we wish to engage; so my
sister found out a reason much to Mr. Lovelace's advantage for his not
improving the opportunity that was given him.--It was bashfulness,
truly, in him. [Bashfulness in Mr. Lovelace, my dear!]--Indeed, gay
and lively as he is, he has not the look of an impudent man. But, I
fancy, it is many, many years ago since he was bashful.
Thus, however, could my sister make it out--'Upon her word, she
believed Mr. Lovelace deserved not the bad character he had as to
women.--He was really, to her thinking, a modest man. He would have
spoken out, she believed; but once or twice as he seemed to intend to
do so, he was under so agreeable a confusion! Such a profound
respect he seemed to shew her! A perfect reverence, she thought: she
loved dearly that a man in courtship should shew a reverence to his
mistress'--So indeed we all do, I believe: and with reason; since, if
I may judge from what I have seen in many families, there is little
enough of it shewn afterwards.--And she told my aunt Hervey, that she
would be a little less upon the reserve next time he came: 'She was
not one of those flirts, not she, who would give pain to a person that
deserved to be well-treated; and the more pain for the greatness of
his value for her.'--I wish she had not somebody whom I love in her
eye.
In his third visit, Bella governed herself by this kind and
considerate principle: so that, according to her own account of the
matter, the man might have spoken out.--But he was still bashful: he
was not able to overcome this unseasonable reverence. So this visit
went off as the former.
But now she began to be dissatisfied with him. She compared his
general character with this his particular behaviour to her; and
having never been courted before, owned herself puzzled how to deal
with so odd a lover. 'What did the man mean, she wondered? Had not
her uncle brought him declaredly as a suitor to her?--It could not be
bashfulness (now she thought of it) since he might have opened his
mind to her uncle, if he wanted courage to speak directly to her.--Not
that she cared much for the man neither: but it was right, surely,
that a woman should be put out of doubt early as to a man's intentions
in such a case as this, from his own mouth.--But, truly, she had begun
to think, that he was more solicitous to cultivate her mamma's good
opinion, than hers!--Every body, she owned, admired her mother's
conversation; but he was mistaken if he thought respect to her mother
only would do with her. And then, for his own sake, surely he should
put it into her power to be complaisant to him, if he gave her reason
to approve of him. This distant behaviour, she must take upon herself
to say, was the more extraordinary, as he continued his visits, and
declared himself extremely desirous to cultivate a friendship with the
whole family; and as he could have no doubt about her sense, if she
might take upon her to join her own with the general opinion; he
having taken great notice of, and admired many of her good things as
they fell from her lips. Reserves were painful, she must needs say,
to open and free spirits, like hers: and yet she must tell my aunt,'
(to whom all this was directed) 'that she should never forget what she
owed to her sex, and to herself, were Mr. Lovelace as unexceptionable
in his morals as in his figure, and were he to urge his suit ever so
warmly.'
I was not of her council. I was still absent. And it was agreed upon
between my aunt Hervey and her, that she was to be quite solemn and
shy in his next visit, if there were not a peculiarity in his address
to her.
But my sister it seems had not considered the matter well. This was
not the way, as it proved, to be taken for matters of mere omission,
with a man of Mr. Lovelace's penetration. Nor with any man; since if
love has not taken root deep enough to cause it to shoot out into
declaration, if an opportunity be fairly given for it, there is little
room to expect, that the blighting winds of anger or resentment will
bring it forward. Then my poor sister is not naturally good-humoured.
This is too well-known a truth for me to endeavor to conceal it,
especially from you. She must therefore, I doubt, have appeared to
great disadvantages when she aimed to be worse tempered than ordinary.
How they managed it in their next conversation I know not. One would
be tempted to think by the issue, that Mr. Lovelace was ungenerous
enough to seek the occasion given,* and to improve it. Yet he thought
fit to put the question too:--But, she says, it was not till, by some
means or other (she knew not how) he had wrought her up to such a
pitch of displeasure with him, that it was impossible for her to
recover herself at the instant. Nevertheless he re-urged his
question, as expecting a definitive answer, without waiting for the
return of her temper, or endeavouring to mollify her; so that she was
under a necessity of persisting in her denial: yet gave him reason to
think she did not dislike his address, only the manner of it; his
court being rather made to her mother than to herself, as if he was
sure of her consent at any time.
* See Mr. Lovelace's Letter, No. XXXI, in which he briefly accounts for
his conduct in this affair.
A good encouraging denial, I must own: as was the rest of her plea; to
wit, 'A disinclination to change her state. Exceedingly happy as she
was: she never could be happier!' And such-like consenting negatives,
as I may call them, and yet not intend a reflection upon my sister:
for what can any young creature in the like circumstances say, when
she is not sure but a too-ready consent may subject her to the slights
of a sex that generally values a blessing either more or less as it is
obtained with difficulty or ease? Miss Biddulph's answer to a copy of
verse from a gentleman, reproaching our sex as acting in disguise, is
not a bad one, although you may perhaps think it too acknowledging for
the female character.
Ungen'rous Sex!--To scorn us if we're kind;
And yet upbraid us if we seem severe!
Do you, t' encourage us to tell our mind,
Yourselves put off disguise, and be sincere.
You talk of coquetry!--Your own false hearts
Compel our sex to act dissembling parts.
Here I am obliged to lay down my pen. I will soon resume it.
