CHAP. I. The different characters of two sisters.

HARRIOT and Sophia were the daughters of a gentle­man, who, having spent a good paternal inheritance before he was five and thirty, was reduced to live upon the moderate salary of a place at court, which his friends procured him to get rid of his im­portunities. The same imprudence by which he had been governed in affairs of less importance, directed him [Page 2] likewise in the choice of a wife: the woman he married had no merit but beauty, and brought with her to the house of a man whose fortune was already ruined, nothing but a taste for luxury and expence, without the means of gratifying it.

Harriot, the eldest daughter of this couple, was, like her mother, a beauty, and upon that account, as well as the conformity of her tem­per and inclinations to hers, en­grossed all her affection.

Sophia she affected to despise, be­cause she wanted in an equal degree those personal attractions, which in her opinion constituted the whole of female perfection. Mere common judges, however, allowed her person to be agreeable; people of discern­ment and taste pronounced her some­thing more. There was diffused throughout the whole person of So­phia a certain secret charm, a natu­ral [Page 3] grace which cannot be defined; she was not indeed so beautiful as her sister, but she was more attrac­tive; her complexion was not so fair as Harriot's, nor her features so re­gular, but together they were full of charms: her eyes were particularly fine, large, and full of fire, but that fire tempered with a tenderness so bewitching, as insensibly made its way to the heart. Harriot had beauty, but Sophia had something more; she had graces.

One of the most beautiful fictions of Homer, says the celebrated Mon­tesquieu, is that of the girdle which gave Venus the power of pleasing. Nothing is more proper to give us an idea of the magick and force of the graces, which seem to be given to a person by some invisible power, and are distinguished from beauty it­self.

Harriot's charms produced at the [Page 4] first sight all the effect they were ca­pable of; a second look of Sophia was more dangerous than the first, for grace is seldomer found in the face than the manners; and, as our man­ner is formed every moment, a new surprise is perpetually creating. A woman can be beautiful but one way, she can be graceful a thousand.

Harriot was formed to be the ad­miration of the many; Sophia the passion of the few, the sweet sensi­bility of her countenance, the pow­erful expression of her eyes, the soft elegance of her shape and motion, a melodious voice, whose varied ac­cents enforced the sensible things she always said, were beauties not capa­ble of striking vulgar minds; and which were sure to be eclipsed by the dazling lustre of her sister's com­plexion, and the fire of two bright eyes, whose looks were as quick and unsettled as her thoughts.

[Page 5]While Harriot was receiving the improvement of a polite education, Sophia was left to form herself as well as she could; happily for her a just taste and solid judgment supplied the place of teachers, precept, and example. The hours that Harriot wasted in dress, company, and gay amusements, were by Sophia devoted to reading.

A good old gentleman, who was nearly related to her father, perceiv­ing this taste in her, encouraged it by his praises, and furnished her with the means of gratifying it, by constantly supplying her with such books as were best calculated to im­prove her morals and understanding. His admiration encreasing in propor­tion as he had opportunities of ob­serving her merit, he undertook to teach her the French and Italian lan­guages, in which she soon made a surprising progress; and by the time [Page 6] she had reached her fifteenth year, she had read all the best authors in them, as well as in her own.

By this unwearied application to reading, her mind became a beauti­ful store-house of ideas: hence she derived the power and the habit of constant reflection, which at once enlarged her understanding, and con­firmed her in the principles of piety and virtue.

As she grew older the manage­ment of the family entirely devolved upon her; for her mother had no taste for any thing but pleasure, and her sister was taught to consider her­self as a fine lady, whose beauty could not fail to make her fortune, and whose sole care it ought to be to dress to the greatest advantage, and make her appearance in every place where she might encrease the number of her admirers.

Sophia, in acquitting herself of [Page 7] the duties of a house-keeper to her mother, shewed that the highest in­tellectual improvements were not in­compatible with the humbler cares of domestic life: every thing that went through her hands received a grace and propriety from the good sense by which she was directed; nor did her attention to family-affairs break in upon her darling amusement reading.

People who know how to employ their time well are good economists of it. Sophia laid out hers in such exact proportions, that she had al­ways sufficient for the several em­ployments she was engaged in: the business of her life, like that of na­ture, was performed without noise, hurry, or confusion.

The death of Mr. Darnley threw this little family into a deplorable state of indigence, which was felt the more severely, as they had hi­therto [Page 8] lived in an affluence of all things, and the debts which an ex­pence so ill proportioned to their in­come had obliged Mr. Darnley to contract, left the unhappy widow and her children without any resource. The plate, furniture, and every thing valuable were seized by the creditors. Mrs. Darnley and her daughters retired to a private lodg­ing, where the first days were passed in weak despondence on the part of the mother, in passionate repinings on that of the eldest daughter, and by Sophia in decent sorrow and pious resignation.

Mrs. Darnley however, by a natu­ral consequence of her thoughtless temper, soon recovered her former gaiety. Present evils only were ca­pable of affecting her; reflection and forecast never disturbed the settled calm of her mind. If the wants of one day were supplied, she did not [Page 9] consider what inconveniences the next might produce. As for Harriot she found resources of comfort in the exalted ideas she had of her own charms; and having already laid it down as a maxim, that poverty was the most shameful thing in the world, she formed her resolutions accord­ingly.

Sophia, as soon as her grief for the loss of her father had subsided, be­gan to consider of some plan for their future subsistence. She forbore how­ever to communicate her thoughts on this subject to her mother and sister, who had always affected to treat every thing she said with contempt, the mean disguise which envy had assumed to hide their consciousness of her superior merit; but she open­ed her mind to the good old gentle­man, to whom she had been obliged for many of her improvements. She told him that being by his generous [Page 10] cares qualified to undertake the edu­cation of a young lady, she was de­sirous of being received into the fa­mily of some person of distinction in the quality of governess to the daugh­ters of it, that she might at once se­cure to herself a decent establish­ment, and be enabled to assist her mother. She hinted that if her sister could be also prevailed upon to enter into the service of a lady of quality, they might jointly contribute their endeavours to make their mo­ther's life comfortable.

Mr. Herbert praised her design, and promised to mention it to Mrs. Darnley, to whom he conceived he might speak with the greater free­dom, as his near relation to her husband, and the long friendship which had subsisted between them, gave him a right to interest himself in their affairs. The first words he uttered produced such an emotion in [Page 11] Mrs. Darnley's countenance, as con­vinced him that what he had farther to say would not be favourably re­ceived. She coloured, drew herself up with an air of dignity, looking at the same time at her eldest daughter with a scornful smile.

Mr. Herbert, however, continued his discourse, when Harriot, with a pertness which she took for wit, interrupted him by a loud laugh, and asked him, if going to service was the best provision he could think of for Mr. Darnley's daughters?

Mr. Herbert, turning hastily to her, replied with a look of great gra­vity, and in a calm accent, ‘Have you, miss, thought of any thing better?’

Harriot, without being disconcert­ed, retorted very briskly, ‘People who have nothing but advice to offer to their friends in distress, [Page 12] ought to be silent till they are ask­ed for it.’

"Good advice, Miss," replied the old gentleman with the same composure, ‘is what every body cannot, and many will not give; and it is at, least an instance of friendship to hazard it, where one may be almost sure of its giving offence.’ But, continued he, turn­ing to Sophia, ‘my young pupil here has, I hope, not profited so little by her reading as to be igno­rant of the value of good counsel; and I promise her she shall not only command the best that I am ca­pable of giving, but every other assistance she may stand in need of.’ Saying this, he bowed and went away, without any attempts from Mrs. Darnley to detain him.

Poor Sophia, who was supposed by her silence to have acquiesced in the old gentleman's proposal, was ex­posed [Page 13] to a thousand reproaches for her meanness of spirit. She attempt­ed to shew the utility, and even the necessity of following his advice; but she found on this occasion, as she had on many others, that with some per­sons it is not safe to be reasonable. Her arguments were answered with rage and invective, which soon silen­ced her, and increased the triumph of her imperious sister.

Mr. Herbert, apprehensive of the ill treatment she was likely to be exposed to, offered to place her in the family of a country clergyman, and to pay for her board till such a settlement as she desired could be procured for her; but the tender Sophia, not willing to leave her mo­ther while she could be of any use to her, gratefully declined his offer, still expecting that the increasing perplexity of their circumstances might bring her to relish his reason­able [Page 14] counsels, and that she might have the sanction of her consent to a step which prudence made neces­sary to be taken.

A legacy of a hundred pounds be­ing left her by a young lady who tenderly loved her, and who died in her arms, she immediately presented it to her mother, by whom it was re­ceived with a transport of joy, but without any reflection upon the filial piety of her who gave it.

Sophia's good friend, though he did not absolutely approve of this exalted strain of tenderness, yet did not fail to place the merit of it in the fullest light: but Harriot, who never heard any praises of her sister without a visible emotion, interrupted him, by saying, that Sophia had only done what she ought; and that she herself would have acted in the same manner, if the sum had been twenty times larger.

[Page 15]The same delicacy which induced Sophia to divest herself of any par­ticular right to this small legacy, made her see the misapplication of it without discovering the least mark of dislike. Harriot, who governed her mother absolutely, having represent­ed to her, that the obscurity in which they lived was not the means to pre­serve their old friends, or to acquire new ones, and that it was their bu­siness to appear again in the world, and put themselves in the way of for­tune, which could not be done with­out making a decent appearance at least; Mrs. Darnley, who thought this reasoning unanswerable, con­sented to their changing their present lodgings for others more genteel, and to whatever expences her eldest daughter judged necessary to secure the success of her scheme.

Sophia lamented in secret this ex­cess of imprudence; and to avoid be­ing [Page 16] a witness of it, as well as to free her mother from the expence of her maintenance, she resolved to accept of the first genteel place that offered; but the natural softness and timidity of her temper, made her delay as long as possible mentioning this design to her mother and sister, lest it should be construed into a tacit reproach of them for a conduct so very dif­ferent.

Indeed her condition was greatly altered for the worse, since the pre­sent she had made of her legacy. Her mother and sister had never loved her with any great degree of affection, and their tenderness for her was now entirely lost in the uneasy conscious­ness of having owed an obligation to her, for which they could not resolve to be grateful. They no longer con­sidered her as an insignificant person whose approbation or dislike was of no sort of consequence, but as a saucy [Page 17] censurer of their actions, who assum­ed to herself a superiority, on account of the paultry assistance she had af­forded them: every thing she said was construed into upbraidings of the benefit she had conferred upon them. If she offered her opinion upon any occasion, Harriot would say to her with a malicious sneer, ‘To be sure you think you have a right to give us laws, because we have had the misfortune to be obliged to you.’ And Mrs. Darnley, working herself up to an agony of grief and resent­ment for the fancied insult, would lift up her eyes and cry, ‘How much is that mother to be pitied who lives to receive alms from her child!’

Poor Sophia used to answer no otherwise than by tears: but this was sure to aggravate her fault; for it was supposed that she wept and appeared afflicted only to shew peo­ple [Page 18] what ungrateful returns she met with for her goodness.

Thus did the unhappy Sophia, with the softest sensibility of heart, and tenderest affections, see herself excluded from the endearing testi­monies of a mother's fondness, only by being too worthy of them, and exposed to shocking suspicions of undutifulness, for an action that shewed the highest filial affection: so true it is, that great virtues can­not be understood by mean and little minds, and with such, not only lose all their lustre, but are too often mistaken for the contrary vices.

CHAP. II. The Triumph of the Graces.

WHILE Sophia passed her time in melancholy reflecti­ons, Harriot, being by her generous gift enabled to make as shewy an appearance as her mourning habit would permit, again mixed in com­pany, and laid baits for admiration. Her beauty soon procured her a great number of lovers; her poverty made their approaches easy; and the weakness of her understanding, her insipid gaiety, and pert affectation of wit, encouraged the most licentious hopes, and exposed her to the most impertinent addresses.

Among those who looking upon her as a conquest of no great difficul­ty formed the mortifying design of making a mistress of her, was Sir [Page 20] Charles Stanley, a young baronet of a large estate, a most agreeable per­son, and engaging address: his fine qualities made him the delight of all who knew him, and even envy itself allowed him to be a man of the strictest honour and unblemished in­tegrity.

Persons who connect the idea of virtue and goodness with such a cha­racter, would find it hard to con­ceive how a man who lives in a con­stant course of dissimulation with one part of his species, and who abuses the advantages he has received from nature and fortune, in subduing chas­tity, and ensnaring innocence, can possibly deserve, and establish a re­putation for honour! but such are the illusions of prejudice, and such the tyranny of custom, that he who is called a man of gallantry, is at the same time esteemed a man of ho­nour, though gallantry comprehends [Page 21] the worst kind of fraud, cruelty, and injustice.

Sir Charles Stanley had been but too successful in his attempts upon beauty, to fear being rejected by Miss Darnley; and knowing her si­tuation, he resolved to engage her gratitude at least before he declared his designs. He had interest enough to procure the place her father en­joyed for a gentleman, who thought himself happy in obtaining it, though charged with an annuity of fourscore pounds a year for the widow of his predecessor.

Sir Charles, in acquainting Miss Darnley with what he had done in favour of her mother, found himself under no necessity of insinuating his motive for the extraordinary interest he took in the affairs of this distrest family. Harriot's vanity anticipated any declaration of this sort, and the thanks she gave him were accompa­nied [Page 22] with such an apparent consci­ousness of the power of her charms, as convinced him his work was al­ready more than half done.

He was now received at Mrs. Darnley's in the quality of a declared lover of Harriot; and although a­midst all his assiduities he never men­tioned marriage, either the mother and daughter did not penetrate into his real designs, or were but too much disposed to favour them.

The innocent heart of Sophia was at first overwhelmed with joy for the happy provision that had been made for her mother, and the prospect of such an advantageous match for her sister, when Mr. Herbert, who knew the world too well to be imposed up­on by these fine appearances, gently hinted to his young favourite, his ap­prehensions of the baronet's disho­nourable views.

Her delicacy was so shocked by [Page 23] this suspicion, that she could scarce forbear expressing some little resent­ment of it; but reflecting that this ardent lover of Harriot's had not yet made any proposals of marriage, her good sense immediately suggested to her, that such affected delays in a man who was absolutely indepen­dent, and with a woman whose situ­ation made it a point of delicacy to be early explicit on that head, could only proceed from intentions which he had not yet dared to own.

Chance had so ordered it, that hi­therto she had never seen Sir Charles Stanley; whenever he came, she was either employed in the family affairs, or engaged with her books, which it was no easy matter to make her quit. Besides, as she had no share in his visits, and as her sister never shewed any inclination to introduce her to him, she thought it did not become her to intrude herself upon [Page 24] his acquaintance. Sir Charles indeed, knowing that Mrs. Darnley had an­other daughter, used sometimes to enquire for her, but was neither sur­prised nor disappointed that she never appeared.

Sophia, however, was determined to be in the way when he came next, that she might have an oppor­tunity of observing his behaviour to her sister; and fondly flattered her­self that she should discover nothing to the disadvantage of a person, whom her grateful heart had taught itself to love and esteem as their common benefactor.

Sir Charles at the next visit found Sophia in the room with her sister. He instantly saw something in her looks and person which inspired him with more respect than he had been used to feel for Mrs. Darnley and Harriot; a dignity which she de­rived from innate virtue, and ex­alted [Page 25] understanding. Struck with that inexplicable charm in her coun­tenance which made it impossible to look on her with indifference, he began to consider her with an at­tention which greatly disgusted Har­riot, who could not conceive that where she was present any other object was worthy notice.

Sophia herself was a little discon­certed by the young baronet's so earnestly gazing on her; and, in or­der to divert his looks, opened a conversation in which her sister might bear a part. Then it was, that without designing it, she dis­played her whole power of charm­ing: that flow of wit which was so natural to her, the elegant pro­priety of her language, the deli­cacy of her sentiments, the ani­mated look which gave them new force, and sent them directly to the heart, and the moving graces of [Page 26] the most harmonious voice in the world, were attractions, which, though generally lost on fools, sel­dom fail of their effect on the heart of a man of sense.

Sir Charles was wrapt in wonder and delight; he had no eyes, no ears, but for Sophia: he scarce per­ceived that Harriot was in the room.

The insolent beauty, astonished at such unusual neglect, varied her at­titude and her charms a thousand different ways to draw his attention; but found all was to no purpose. Had she been capable of serious re­flection, she might now have disco­vered what advantages her sister, though inferior to her in beauty, gained over her, by the force of her understanding: she might now have seen,

[Page 27] But too ignorant to know her own wants, and too conceited to imagine she had any, she was strangely perplexed how to account for so sudden an alteration in Sir Charles.

Her uneasiness, however, grew so great, that she was not able to con­ceal it. She shifted her seat two or three times in a minute, bit her lips almost through, and frowned so intelligibly, that Sophia at last perceiving her agitation, suddenly recollected herself, and quitted the room upon pretence of business.

When she was gone, Harriot drawing herself up, and assuming a look which expressed her confi­dence in the irresistible power of her charms, seemed resolved to make her lover repent the little no­tice he had taken of her in this visit by playing off a thousand scornful airs upon him; but she [Page 28] was more mortified than ever, when upon turning her eyes towards him, in full expectation of finding his fixed upon her, she saw them bent upon the ground, and such a pen­siveness in his countenance, as all her rigors could never yet oc­casion.

She was considering what to say to him to draw him out of this re­verie, when Sir Charles, on a sud­den raising his eyes, turned them towards the door with a look of mingled anxiety and impatience, and then, as if disappointed, sighed and addressed some indifferent con­versation to Harriot.

The lady, now quite provoked, had recourse to an artifice which her shallow understanding suggested to her, as an infallible method of awakening his tenderness, and this was to make him jealous. With­out any preparation, therefore, she [Page 29] introduced the name of Lord L—, a young nobleman who was just re­turned from his travels, and lavish­ing a thousand encomiums upon his person, and his elegant taste in dress, added, ‘That he was the best bred man in the world, and had entertained her so agreeably one night at the play, when hap­pening to come into a box where she was with a lady of her ac­quaintance, that they did not mind a word the players said, he was so diverting.’

Sir Charles coldly answered, ‘That Lord L— was a very pretty youth, and that he was intimate­ly acquainted with him.’

"Oh then," cried Harriot, with a great deal of affected joy, ‘I vow and protest you shall bring him to see me.’

‘Indeed you must excuse me, [Page 30] madam,’ said Sir Charles with some quickness.

Harriot, concluding her stratagem had taken effect, was quite trans­ported, and renewed her attacks, determined to make him suffer as much as possible; but the young baronet, whose thoughts were full of Sophia, and whose emotion at the request Harriot had made him, was occasioned by fears very diffe­rent from those she suspected, took no further notice of what she said, but interrupted her to ask how old her sister Sophia was?

‘I dare engage, replied Harriot, you would never have supposed her to be younger than I am.’

The baronet smiled, and looking at his watch, seemed surprised that it was so late, and took his leave.

Miss Darnley following him to the door of the room, cried, ‘Re­member I lay my commands up­on [Page 31] you to bring my Lord L— to see me.’

Sir Charles answered her no otherwise than by a low bow, and she returned, delighted at the part­ing pang which she supposed she had given him. Vanity is extreme­ly ingenious in procuring gratifica­tions for itself.

CHAP. III. The Young Baronet declares his Passion.

HARRIOT did not doubt but that she had tormented Sir Charles sufficiently; and it was the unshaken confidence which she had in the power of her charms, that hindered her from discovering the true cause of the new disgust she had conceived for her sister. How­ever, it was so great that she could scarcely speak to her civilly, or en­dure her in her sight: yet she found an increase of pleasure in talking to her mother when she was present, of the violent passion Sir Charles Stanley had for her, and in giving an exaggerated account of the professions he made her.

[Page 33]Sophia did not listen to this sort of discourse with her usual complai­sance. Her mind became insen­sibly more disposed to suspect the sincerity of the baronet's passion for her sister: she grew pensive and me­lancholy, sought solitude more than ever, and loved reading less.

This change, which her own in­nocence hid from herself, was quickly perceived by Mr. Herbert, who loved her with a parent's fond­ness, and thought nothing indiffe­rent which concerned her. He took occasion one day to mention Sir Charles Stanley to her, and asked her opinion of his person and un­derstanding, keeping his eyes fixed upon her at the same time, which disconcerted her so much that she blushed; and though she com­mended him greatly, yet it was easy to discover that she forbore to [Page 34] say all the good she thought of him, for fear of saying too much.

Mr. Herbert no longer doubted but this dangerous youth had made an impression on the innocent heart of Sophia, which was still igno­rant of its own emotions.

He had perceived for some time that Sir Charles had changed the object of his pursuits: his visits now were always short, unless So­phia was in the way: he brought her all the new books and pam­phlets that were published which were worth her reading: he adopt­ed the purity and delicacy of her sentiments, declared himself always of the side she espoused: he talk­ed of virtue like a man who loved and practised it, and set all his own good qualities in the fairest light: he presented Harriot from time to time with fashionable trifles, and sent Sophia books enough to fur­nish [Page 35] out a little library, consisting of the best authors, in English, French, and Italian, all elegantly bound, with proper cases for their reception: he praised whatever she approved, and appeared to have great respect and consideration for Mr. Herbert, because he observed she loved and esteemed him.

That faithful friend of the vir­tuous Sophia trembled for her dan­ger, when he considered that by this artful management the baronet was strengthening himself every day in her good opinion, and seducing her affections under the appearance of meriting her esteem; yet he did not think it proper to give her even a hint of her situation. A young maid has passed over the first bounds of reservedness, who allows herself to think she is in love.

Mr. Herbert would not familia­rize her with so dangerous an idea: [Page 36] he knew her extreme modesty, her solid virtue; he was under no apprehensions that she would ever act unworthy of her cha­racter; but a heart so nicely sen­sible, so delicately tender as hers, he knew must suffer greatly from a disappointed passion; and this was what he wanted to prevent, not by wounding her delicacy with suggest­ing to her that she was in love, but by preserving her from the secret encroachments of that passion.

He reminded her of the design she had formerly mentioned to him of entering into the service of a lady, and was rejoiced to find that she still continued her resolution. Harriot's natural insolence and ill temper, irritated by the change she now plainly saw in Sir Charles, made home so disagreeable to So­phia, that she wished impatiently for an opportunity of providing for [Page 37] herself, that she might no longer live upon the bounty of her sister, who often insinuated that their mo­ther's annuity was her gift.

Mr. Herbert, who had other rea­sons besides those urged, from free­ing her from so uneasy a depen­dence, promised to be diligent in his enquiries for something that would suit her.

Neither Mrs. Darnley nor Har­riot now opposed this design, which soon came to the knowledge of Sir Charles, who had bribed a servant of the family to give him intelligence of every thing that passed in it.

Impatient to prevent the execu­tion of it, and tortured by the bare apprehension of Sophia's absence; he resolved to break through that con­straint he had so long laid upon him­self, and acquaint her with his passion.

But it was not easy to find an opportunity of speaking to her a­lone. [Page 38] At length having contrived to get Harriot engaged to a play, and prevailed upon a maiden kins­woman of his to invite Mrs. Darn­ley to a party at whist, he went to the house at his usual hour of visit­ing this little family, and found Sophia at home, and without any company.

Not all the confidence he derived from his rank and fortune, his fine understanding, and those personal graces which gave him but too much merit in the eyes of many women, could hinder him from trembling at the thought of that declaration he was about to make.

As soon as he came into Sophia's presence he was awed, disconcerted, and unable to speak; such was the power of virtue, and such the force of a real passion! Two or three times he resolved to begin; but when he looked upon Sophia, [Page 39] and saw in her charming eyes that sparkling intelligence which dis­played the treasures of the soul that animated them; when he observed the sweet severity of her modest countenance, the composed dignity of her behaviour, he durst not own a passion which had views less pure than the perfect creature that in­spired it.

His conversation for near an hour was so confused, so disjointed, and interrupted by such frequent mu­fings, that Sophia was amazed, and thought it so disagreeable, and un­like what it used to be, that she was not sorry when he seemed dis­posed to put an end to his visit.

Sir Charles indeed rose up to be gone, but with so deep a concern in his eyes as increased Sophia's perplexity. She attended him re­spectfully to the door of the room, when he suddenly turning back, [Page 40] and taking her hand, ‘Do not hate me, said he, nor think ill of me, if I tell you that I love and adore you.’

Sophia in the utmost confusion at such a speech, disengaged her hand from his, and retiring a few steps back, bent her eyes on the ground, and continued silent.

Sir Charles, emboldened by her confusion, made a tender, and at the same time, respectful declara­tion of the passion he had long felt for her.

Sophia, not willing to hear him enlarge upon this subject, raised her eyes from the ground; her cheeks were indeed overspread with blushes, but there was a grave composure in her looks that seemed a bad omen to Sir Charles.

‘I have hitherto flattered myself, sir, said she, that you entertain­ed a favourable opinion of me, [Page 41] how happens it then that I see myself to-day exposed to your raillery?’

The baronet was beginning a thousand protestations, but Sophia stopt him short. ‘If your pro­fessions to me are sincere, said she, what am I to think of those you made to my sister?’

Sir Charles expected this retort, and was the less perplexed by it, as he needed only to follow the dic­tates of truth to form such an an­swer as was proper to be given. ‘I acknowleged, said he, that I ad­mired your sister, and her beauty made as strong an impression upon me, as mere beauty can make upon a man who has a taste for higher excellencies. I sought Miss Darnley's acquaintance. I was so happy as to do her some little service. I wished to find in her those qualities that were [Page 42] necessary to fix my heart—Par­don my freedom, Miss Sophia, the occasion requires that I should speak freely. Miss Darnley, upon a nearer acquaintance, did not answer the idea I had formed to myself of a woman whom I could love for life; and the pro­fessions I made her, as you are pleased to call them, were no more than expressions of gallan­try; a sort of homage which beauty, even when it does not touch the heart, exacts from the tongue. My heart was not so easy a conquest—tell me not of raillery, when I declare that none but yourself was ever capa­ble of inspiring me with a real passion.’

The arrival of Mr. Herbert proved a grateful interruption to Sophia, in whose innocent breast the tenderness and apparent sin­cerity [Page 43] of this declaration raised emotions which she knew not how to disguise.

Sir Charles, though grieved at this unseasonable visit, yet with­drew, not wholly despairing of success. He had heedfully observ­ed the changes in Sophia's face while he was speaking, and thought he had reason to hope that he was not indifferent to her. Loving her as he did with excessive tenderness, what pure and unmixed satisfaction would this thought have given him, had he not been conscious that his designs were unworthy of her! The secret upbraidings of his conscience disquieted him amidst all his flattering hopes of success; but custom, prejudice, the insolence of fortune, and the force of example, all conspired to suppress the pleadings of honour and justice in favour of the amiable [Page 44] Sophia, and fixed him in the bar­barous resolution of attempting to corrupt that virtue which made her so worthy of his love.

CHAP. IV. In which Harriot makes a very con­temptible Figure.

MR. Herbert having, as has been already mentioned, in­terrupted the conversation between Sir Charles and Sophia, was not surprised at the young baronet's ab­rupt departure, as he seemed pre­paring to go when he came in; but upon looking at Sophia, he per­ceived so many signs of confusion and perplexity in her countenance, that he did not doubt but the dis­course which his entrance had put an end to, had been a very inte­resting one. He waited a moment, in expectation that she would open herself to him; but finding that she continued silent and abashed, he gently took her hand, and looking [Page 46] tenderly upon her, ‘Tell me, my child, said he, has not something extraordinary happened, which occasions this confusion I see you in?’

‘Sir Charles has indeed been talking to me, replied Sophia blushing, in a very extraordinary manner, and such as I little ex­pected.’

Mr. Herbert pressed her to ex­plain herself, and she gave him an exact account of Sir Charles's dis­course to her, without losing a word; so faithful had her memory been to all he had said.

Mr. Herbert listened to her at­tentively, and found something so like candor and sincerity in the ba­ronet's declaration, that he could not help being pleased with it. He had never indeed judged favourably of his views upon Harriot, but here the case was very different.

[Page 47]Harriot's ignorance, vanity, and eager desire of being admired, ex­posed her to the attacks of liberti­nism, and excited presumptuous hopes.

Sophia's good sense, modesty, and virtue, placed her out of the reach of temptation. No one could think it surprising that a man of sense should make the fortune of a woman who would do honour to his choice, and where there was such exalted merit as in Sophia, overlook the disparity of circum­stances.

But justly might it be called in­fatuation and folly, to raise to rank and affluence a woman of Harriot's despicable turn; to make a com­panion for life of a handsome ideot, who thought the highest excellen­cies of the female character were to know how to dress, to dance, to sing, to flutter in a drawing-room, [Page 48] or coquet at a play; who mistook pertness for wit, confidence for knowledge, and insolence for dignity.

While he was revolving these thoughts in his mind, Sophia looked earnestly at him, pleased to observe that what the baronet had said seemed worthy his considera­tion.

Mr. Herbert, who read in her looks that she wished to have his advice on this occasion, but would not ask it, lest she should seem to lay any stress upon Sir Charles's de­claration, told her it was very possi­ble the baronet was sincere in what he had said to her; that his man­ner of accounting for his quitting her sister, was both sensible and candid; that she ought not to be surprised at the preference he gave her over Miss Darnley, since she deserved it by the care she had taken [Page 49] to improve her mind, and to acquire qualities which might procure the es­teem of all wise and virtuous persons.

He warned her, however, not to trust too much to favourable ap­pearances, nor to suffer her incli­nations to be so far engaged by the agreeable person and specious beha­viour of Sir Charles Stanley, as to find it painful to renounce him, if he should hereafter shew himself unworthy of her good opinion.

He advised her, when he talked to her in the same strain again, to refer him to her mother and to him for an answer; and told her that he would save her the confusion and perplexity of acquainting her mo­ther and sister with what had hap­pened, by taking that task upon himself.

‘You will, no doubt, added he, be exposed to some sallies of ill [Page 50] temper from Miss Darnley, for robbing her of a lover; for envy is more irreconcileable than hatred: but let not your sensibility suffer much on her account; if you de­prive her of a lover, you do not deprive her of one she loves: she is too vain, too volatile, and too greedy of general admiration, to be affected with the loss of Sir Charles, any farther than as her pride is wounded by it: and one would imagine she had foreseen this desertion by the pains she has taken about a new conquest lately.’

Mr. Herbert was going on, when Mrs. Darnley knocked at the door. Sophia in extreme agitation, begged him to say nothing concerning Sir Charles that evening. He promised her he would not, and they all three conversed together upon indifferent [Page 51] things, until Harriot returned from the play.

Mr. Herbert then took leave of them, after inviting himself to breakfast the next morning; which threw Sophia into such terror and confusion, that she retired hastily to her own room to conceal her dis­order.

Mr. Herbert came the next morning, according to his promise; and Sophia all trembling with her apprehensions retiring immediately after breakfast, he entered upon the business that had brought him thither; but sensible that what he had to say would prove extremely mortifying to miss Harriot, he thought it not amiss to sweeten the bitter bill he was preparing for her, by sacrificing a little flattery to her pride.

‘You fine ladies, said he, ad­dressing himself to her with a smile, are never weary of extend­ing [Page 52] your conquests; but you use your power with so much ty­ranny that it is not surprising some of your slaves should as­sume courage at last, to break your chains. Do you know, my pretty cousin, that you have lost Sir Charles Stanley; and that he has offered that heart which you no doubt have despised, to your sister Sophia?’

Miss Darnley, who had bridled up at the beginning of this speech, lost all her assumed dignity towards the end of it: her face grew pale and red by turns; she fixed her eyes on the ground, her bosom heaved with the violence of her agitations, and tears, in spite of her, were ready to force their way.

Sir Charles had indeed for a long time discontinued his addresses to her, and had suffered his inclina­tion for her sister to appear plainly [Page 53] enough; but still her vanity sug­gested to her that this might be all a feint, and acted only with a view to alarm her fears, and oblige her to sacrifice all her other admirers to him.

What Mr. Herbert had said therefore, struck her at first with astonishment and grief; but solici­tous to maintain the fancied superi­ority of her character, she endea­voured to repress her emotions; and taking the hint which he had de­signedly thrown out to her to save her confusion.

‘Sir Charles has acted very wisely, said she, putting on a scornful look, to quit me who al­ways despised him, for one who has been so little used to have lovers, that she will be ready to run mad with joy at the thoughts of such a conquest; but, after all, she has only my leavings.’

[Page 54]Mr. Herbert, though a little shocked at the grossness of her lan­guage, replied gravely, ‘However that may be, Miss, it is certain that he has made a very open, and to all appearance, sincere declaration of love to Miss So­phia, who not knowing how to mention this affair to her mother herself, commissioned me to ac­quaint her with it, that she may have directions how to behave to Sir Charles, and what to say to him.’

‘One would have imagined, in­terrupted Miss Darnley eagerly, that she who sets up for so much wit, and reads so many books, might have known what to say to him.’

‘Pray, Miss, said Mr. Herbert, what would you have had her say to Sir Charles?’

[Page 55] ‘Why truly, replied she, I think she ought to have told him that he was very impertinent, and have shewn him the door.’

‘Sure, Harriot, said Mrs. Darn­ley, who had been silent all this time, You forget that Sir Charles is our benefactor, and that I am obliged to him for all the little support I have.’

‘It is not likely I should forget it, retorted Miss Darnley, since I am the person who am most obliged to him for what he has done; if I mistake not, it was upon my account that he in­terested himself in our affairs.’

‘Well, well, Harriot, replied Mrs. Darnley, I have been told this often enough; but why should you be angry at this pros­pect of your sister's advance­ment?’

[Page 56] ‘I angry at her advancement, madam! exclaimed Miss Har­riot, not I really: I wish the girl was provided for by a suita­ble match with all my heart; but as for Sir Charles, I would not have her set her foolish heart upon him; he is only laughing at her.’

‘It may be so, said Mr. Her­bert, though I think Miss Sophia the last woman in the world whom a man would chuse to laugh at. However, this affair is worth a little consideration— Miss Sophia, madam, pursued he, addressing himself to Mrs. Darnley, intends to refer Sir Charles entirely to you. You will be the best judge whether the passion he professes is sincere, and his intentions honourable; and I can answer for my young cousin, that she will be wholly [Page 57] governed by your advice, since it is impossible that you can give her any but what is most advan­tageous to her honour and hap­piness.’

Harriot, no longer able to sup­press her rage and envy, was thrown so far off her guard as to burst into tears. ‘I cannot bear to be thus insulted, cried she; and I declare if Sir Charles is permitted to go on with his foolery with that vain girl, I will quit the house.’

‘Was there ever any one so un­reasonable as you are, Miss, said Mr. Herbert; have you not owned that you despised Sir Charles; and if your sister is a vain girl, will she not be sufficiently mortified by accepting your leavings, as you said just now?’

‘I am speaking to my mother, sir, replied Harriot, with a con­temptuous frown; depend upon [Page 58] it, Madam, pursued she, that I will not stay to be sacrificed to Mr. Herbert's favourite—either she shall be forbid to give Sir Charles any encouragement, who after all, is only laughing at her, or I will leave the house.’

Saying this, she flung out of the room, leaving her mother divided between anger and grief, and Mr. Herbert motionless with astonish­ment.

CHAP. V. Sir Charles, by a proper Degree of Address and Assurance, extricates himself from a very pressing diffi­culty.

MR. Herbert having recovered from the astonishment into which he had been thrown by the strange behaviour of Miss Darnley, endeavoured to comfort her mo­ther, whose weak mind was more disposed to be alarmed at the threat she had uttered upon her quitting the room, than to resent such an insult to parental tenderness.

After gently insinuating to her, that she ought to reduce her eldest daughter to reason, by a proper ex­ertion of her authority, he earnest­ly recommended to her to be parti­cularly attentive to an affair which [Page 60] concerned the happiness of her youngest child, from whose piety and good sense she might promise herself so much comfort.

He advised her to give Sir Charles Stanley an opportunity of explaining himself to her as soon as possible; and to make him comprehend, that he must not hope for permission to pay his addresses to Sophia, till he had satisfied her that his intentions were such, as she ought to ap­prove.

Mrs. Darnley appeared so docile and complaisant upon this occa­sion, so ready to take advice, and so fully determined to be directed by it, that Mr. Herbert went away extremely well satisfied with her behaviour, and full of pleasing hopes for his beloved Sophia.

Harriot, in the mean time, was tormenting her sister above stairs: [Page 61] she had entered her room with a heart full of bitterness, and a coun­tenance inflamed with rage, throw­ing the door after her with such violence, that Sophia letting fall her book, started up in great terror, and, in a trembling accent, asked what was the matter with her?

Her own apprehensions had in­deed already suggested to her the cause of the disorder she appeared to be in, which it was not easy to discover, in that torrent of reproach and invective with which she strove to overwhelm her. Scornful and unjust reflections upon her person, bitter jests upon her pedantic af­fectation, and malignant insinuations of hypocrisy, were all thrown out with the utmost incoherence of passion; to which Sophia answered no otherwise than by a provoking serenity of countenance, and the most calm attention.

[Page 62]That she was able to bear with such moderation the cruel insults of her sister, was not more the ef­fect of her natural sweetness of temper, than her good sense and de­licate turn of mind. The upper region of the air, says a sensible French writer, admits neither clouds nor tempests; the thunder, storms, and meteors, are formed below: such is the difference between a mean, and an exalted understand­ing.

Harriot, who did not find her account in this behaviour, sought to rouse her rage by reproaches still more severe, till having ineffectually railed herself out of breath, she auk­wardly imitated her sister's compo­sure, folded her hands before her, and seating herself, asked her in a low but solemn tone of voice, whe­ther she would deign to answer her one plain question?

[Page 63]Sophia then resuming her seat, told her with a look of mingled dignity and sweetness, that she was ready to answer her any question, and give her any satisfaction she could desire, provided she would re­press those indecent transports of anger, so unbecoming her sex and years.

‘Why, you little envious crea­ture,’ said Harriot, ‘you do not surely, because you are two or three years younger than I am, pretend to insinuate that I am old?’

"No certainly," replied Sophia, half smiling; ‘my meaning is, that you are too young to adopt, as you do, all the peevishness of old age; but your question, sister,’ pursued she—

"Well then," said Harriot, ‘I ask you, how you have dared to say that Sir Charles Stanley was [Page 64] tired of me, and preferred you to me?’

"Tired of you!" repeated So­phia, shocked at her coarseness and falshood, ‘I never was capable of making use of such an expres­sion, nor do I familiarize myself with ideas that need such strange language to convey them.’

Harriot, provoked almost to fren­zy by this hint, which her indis­creet conduct made but too just, flew down stairs to her mother, and with mingled sobs and excla­mations, told her, that Sophia had treated her like an infamous crea­ture, who had dishonoured herself and her family.

Mrs. Darnley, though more fa­vourably disposed towards her young­est daughter, since she had been made acquainted with the baronet's affection for her, yet was on this occasion governed by her habitual [Page 65] preference of Harriot; and sending for Sophia, she reproved her with great asperity for her insolent beha­viour to her sister.

Sophia listened with reverence to her mother's reproofs; and after justifying herself, as she easily might, from the accusation her sister had brought against her, she added, that not being willing to be exposed to any farther persecutions on account of Sir Charles Stanley, whose since­rity she thought very doubtful, she was resolved not to wait any longer for a place, such as Mr. Herbert's tenderness was in search of for her, but to accept the first reputable one that offered.

"I have not the vanity, madam," pursued she, ‘to imagine that a man of rank and fortune can seriously resolve to marry an in­digent young woman like me; and although I am humble e­nough [Page 66] to go to service, I am too proud to listen to the addresses of any man who, from his supe­riority of fortune, thinks he has a right to keep me in doubt of his intentions, or, in a mean de­pendance upon a resolution which he has not perhaps regard enough for me to make.’

This discourse was not all relish­ed by Mrs. Darnley, who conceived that many inconveniencies were to be submitted to, for the enjoyment of affluence and pleasure; but So­phia, who had revolved in her mind all the mortifications a young wo­man is exposed to, whose poverty places her so greatly below her lo­ver; that she is to consider his pro­fessions as an honour, and be re­joiced at every indication of his sincerity; her delicacy was so much wounded by the bare apprehension of suffering what she thought an [Page 67] indignity to her sex, that she was determined to give Sir Charles Stanley no encouragement, but to pursue her first design of seeking a decent establishment, suitable to the depressed state of her fortune.

Mrs. Darnley, however, com­batted her resolution with argu­ments which she supposed absolutely conclusive; and added to them her commands not to think any more of so humiliating a design, which so offended Harriot, that she broke out again into tears, exclamations, and reproaches.

Her mother would have found it a difficult task to have pacified her, had not a message from a lady, in­viting her to a concert that evening, obliged her to calm her mind, that her complexion might not suffer from those emotions of rage which she had hitherto taken no pains to repress.

[Page 68]As soon as Harriot retired, to begin the labours of the toilet, Mrs. Darnley, with great mildness, re­presented to Sophia, that it was her duty to improve the affection Sir Charles expressed for her, since by that means it might be in her power to make her mother and her sister easy in their circumstances, and engage their love for ever.

This was attacking Sophia on her weak side; she answered with the softest tenderness of look and accent, ‘That it was her highest ambition to make them happy.’

"Then I do not doubt, my child," said Mrs. Darnley, ‘but you will employ all your good sense to secure the conquest you have made.’

Sophia, melted almost to tears by these tender expressions, to which she had been so little used, assured her mother she would upon this [Page 69] occasion act in such a manner as to deserve her kindness.

Mrs. Darnley would have been better pleased if she had been less reserved, and had appeared more affected with the fine prospect that was opening for her; but it was not possible to press her farther. Na­ture here had transferred the pa­rent's rights to the child, and the gay, imprudent, ambitious mother, stood awed and abashed in the pre­sence of her worthier daughter.

Sophia, who expected Sir Charles would renew his visit in the even­ing, past the rest of the day in uneasy perturbations. He entered the house just at the time that Har­riot, who had ordered a chair to be got for her, came fluttering down the stairs in full dress. As soon as she perceived him, her cheeks glow­ed with resentment; but affecting a careless inattention, she shot by him [Page 70] with a half courtesy, and made to­wards the door: he followed, and accosting her with a grave but re­spectful air, desired she would per­mit him to lead her to her chair. Harriot, conveying all the scorn in­to her face which the expression of her pretty but unmeaning features were capable of, and rudely draw­ing away her hand, "Pray, Sir," said she, ‘carry your devores where they will be more acceptable; I am not disposed to be jested with any longer.’

Sir Charles, half-smiling, and bowing low, told her, that he re­spected her too much, as well upon her own account as upon Miss So­phia's, for whom indeed he had the most tender regard, to be guilty of the impertinence she accused him of.

Harriot did not stay to hear more: offended in the highest degree at [Page 71] the manner in which he mentioned Sophia, she darted an angry look at him, and flung herself into her chair.

It must be confessed that Sir Charles discovered upon this occa­sion a great share of that easy con­fidence which people are apt to de­rive from splendid fortunes and un­disputed rank; but as he wanted neither good sense, generosity, nor even delicacy, he would have found it difficult to own to a lady whom he had been used to address in the style of a lover, that his heart had received a new impression, if the contemptible character of Harriot had not authorized his desertion of her. Pride, ignorance, folly, and affectation, sink a woman so low in the eyes of men, that they easily dispense with themselves from a strict observance of those delicate attentions, and respectful regards, [Page 72] which the sex in general claim by the laws of politeness, but which sense and discernment never pay to the trifling part of it.

Sir Charles was likewise glad of an opportunity to shew Miss Darnley, that he did not think the little gal­lantry which had passed between them, entitled her to make him any reproaches; or to consider the passion he professed for her sister as an infidelity to her; and now find­ing himself more at ease from the frank acknowledgement he had made, he sent up his name, and was received by Mrs. Darnley with all the officious civility she was used to shew him.

Sophia was in the room, and rose up at his entrance in a sweet con­fusion, which she endeavoured to conceal, by appearing extremely busy at a piece of needle-work.

Sir Charles, after some trifling [Page 73] conversation with her mother, ap­proached her, and complimented her with an easy air upon her being so usefully employed, when most other young ladies were abroad in search of amusement.

Sophia, who was now a little re­covered, answered him with that wit and vivacity which was so na­tural to her; but looking up at the same time, she saw his eyes fixed upon her with a look so tender and passionate, as threw her back into all her former confusion, which en­creased every moment by the con­sciousness that it was plain to his observation.

The young baronet, though he was charmed with her amiable modesty, yet endeavoured to relieve the concern he saw her under, by talking of indifferent matters, till Mrs. Darnley seeing them engaged in discourse, prudently withdrew, [Page 74] when he instantly addressed her in language more tender and parti­cular.

Sophia, shocked at her mother's indiscretion, and at his taking ad­vantage of it so abruptly, let all the weight of her resentment fall on him; and the poor lover was so awed by her frowns, and the sar­castic raillery which she mingled with expressions that shewed the most invincible indifference, that not daring to continue a discourse which offended her, and in too great concern to introduce another subject, he stood fixed in silence for several minutes, leaning on the back of her chair, while she plied her needle with the most earnest atten­tion, and felt her confusion decrease in proportion as his became more apparent.

At length he walked slowly to the other end of the room, and [Page 75] taking up a new book which he had sent her a few days before, he asked her opinion of it in a faulter­ing accent; and was extremely mortified to find she was so much at ease, as to answer him with all the readiness of wit and clearness of judgment imaginable.

Another pause of silence ensued, during which Sophia heard him sigh softly several times, while he turned over the leaves of the book with such rapidity as shewed he scarce read a single line in any page of it.

He was thus employed when Mrs. Darnley returned, who stood staring first at one, then at the other, strangely perplexed at their looks and silence, and appre­hensive that all was not right. Sophia now took an opportunity to retire, and met an angry glance [Page 76] from her mother as she passed by her.

Her departure roused Sir Charles out of his revery, he looked after her, and then turning to Mrs. Darnley, overcame his discontent so far as to be able to entertain her a quarter of an hour with his usual politeness; and finding So­phia did not appear again he took his leave.

As soon as he was gone Mrs. Darnley called her daughter, and chid her severely for her rudeness in leaving the baronet.

Sophia defended herself as well as she could, without owning the true cause of her disgust, which was her mother's so offi­ciously quitting the room; but Mrs. Darnley was so ill satisfied with her behaviour, that she complained of it to her friend [Page 77] Mr. Herbert, who came in soon afterwards, telling him that So­phia's pride and ill temper would be the ruin of her fortune.

The good man having heard the story but one way, thought Sophia a little to blame, till hav­ing an opportunity to discourse with her freely, he found the fault she had been charged with was no more than an excess of de­licacy, which was very pardon­able in her situation: he warned her, however, not to admit too readily apprehensions injurious to herself, which was in some de­gree debasing the dignity of her sex and character; but to make the baronet comprehend that es­teeming him as a man of honour, she considered his professions of regard to her as a claim upon her gratitude; and that, in con­sequence [Page 78] she should without any reluctance receive the commands of her mother, and the advice of her friends in his favour.

CHAP. VI. Sophia entertains Hopes, and becomes more unhappy.

POOR Sophia found herself but too well disposed to think fa­vourably of Sir Charles; her ten­derness had suffered greatly by the force she had put upon herself to behave to him in so disobliging a manner, and the uneasiness she saw him under, his silence, and con­fusion, and the sighs that escaped him, apparently without design, had affected her sensibly, and several days passing away without his ap­pearing again, she concluded he was irrecoverably prejudiced against her; the uneasiness this thought gave her, first hinted to herself the im­pression he had already made on her heart.

[Page 80]Sir Charles indeed has been so much piqued by her behaviour as to form the resolution of seeing her no more; but when he supposed himself most capable of persisting in this resolution, he was nearest breaking through it, and suddenly yielding to the impulse of his ten­derness, he flew to her again more passionate than ever; this little ab­sence having only served to shew him how necessary she was to his happiness. When Sophia saw him enter the room, the agitations of her mind might be easily read in her artless countenance; a sentiment of joy for his return gave new fire to her eyes, and vivacity to her whole person; while a conscious­ness of the effect his presence pro­duced, and a painful doubt of his sincerity, and the rectitude of his intentions, alternately dyed her cheeks with blushes and paleness.

[Page 81]The young baronet approached her trembling; but the unexpected softness with which she received him, increasing at once his passion and his hopes, he poured out his whole soul in the tenderest and most ardent professions of love, esteem, and admiration of her.

Sophia listened to him with a complaisant attention; and having had sufficient time, while he was speaking, to compose and recollect herself, she told him in a modest but firm accent, that she was obliged to him for the favourable opinion he entertained of her; but that she did not think herself at liberty to hear, much less to answer to such discourse as he had thought proper to address to her, till she had the sanction of her mother's consent, and Mr. Herbert's appro­bation, whose truly parental regard [Page 82] for her, made her look upon him as another father, who supplied the place of him she had lost.

Sir Charles, more charmed with her than ever, was ready in his present flow of tender sentiments for her, to offer her his hand with an unreservedness that would have satisfied all her delicate scruples; but carried away by the force of habit, an insurmountable aversion to marriage, and the false but strongly impressed notion of refine­ments in an union of hearts, where love was the only tye, he could not resolve to give her a proof of his affection, which in his opinion was the likeliest way to destroy all the ardor of it; but careful not to alarm her, and apprehending no great severity of morals from the gay interested mother, he politely thanked her for the liberty she gave [Page 83] him to make his passion known to Mrs. Darnley, and to solicit her consent to his happiness.

Sophia observed with some con­cern, that he affected to take no notice of Mr. Herbert upon this occasion; but she would not allow herself to dwell long upon a thought so capable of raising doubts inju­rious to his honour; and satisfied with the frankness of his proceed­ing thus far, she suffered no marks of discontent or apprehension to appear in her countenance and be­haviour.

Sir Charles did not sail to make such a general declaration of his sentiments to Mrs. Darnley as he thought sufficient to satisfy Sophia, without obliging himself to be more explicite; and in the mean time, having acquired a thorough know­ledge of Mrs. Darnley's character, he sought to engage her in his in­terest [Page 84] by a boundless liberality, and by gratifying all those passions which make corruption easy. She loved dissipation; and all the pleasures and amusements that inventive luxury had found out to vary the short scene of life were at her com­mand; she had a high taste for the pleasures of the table, and therefore the most expensive wines, and choicest delicacies that earth, sea, and air could afford, were constant­ly supplied by him in the greatest profusion. No day ever passed without her receiving some consi­derable present, the value of which was inhanced by the delicacy with which it was made.

The innocent Sophia construed all this munificence into proofs of the sincerity of his affection for her; for the young baronet, whe­ther awed by the dignity of her virtue, or that he judged it neces­sary [Page 85] to secure the success of his de­signs, mingled with the ardor of his professions a behaviour so re­spectful and delicate, as removed all her apprehensions, and left her whole soul free to all the tender impressions a lively gratitude could make on it.

Mr. Herbert, however, easily penetrated into Sir Charles's views; he saw with pain the progress he made every day in the affection of Sophia; but, by the speciousness of his conduct, he had established himself so firmly in her good opi­nion, that he judged any attempt to alarm her fears, while there seemed so little foundation for them, would miss its effect; and not doubting but ere it was long her own observation would furnish her with some cause for apprehen­sion, he contented himself for the present with keeping a vigilant eye [Page 86] upon the conduct of Sir Charles and Mrs. Darnley, and with being ready to assist Sophia in her per­plexities, whenever she had recourse to him.

The change there was now in the situation of this amiable girl, afforded him many opportunities of admiring the excellence of her character: she who formerly used to be treated with neglect and even harshness by her mother, was now distinguished with peculiar regard; her opinion always submitted to with deference, her inclinations consulted in all things, and a stu­dious endeavour to please her was to be seen in every word and action of Mrs. Darnley's, who af­fected to be as partially fond of her as she had once been of her sister.

Even the haughty insolent Har­riot, keeping her rage and envy con­cealed [Page 87] in her own breast, conde­scended to wear the appearance of kindness to her, while she shared with her mother in all those grati­fications which the lavish genero­sity of Sir Charles procured them, and which Sophia, still continuing her usual simplicity of life, could never be persuaded to partake of. Yet all this produced no altera­tion in Sophia; the same modesty and humility, the same sweetness of temper, and attention to oblige, distinguished her now as in her days of oppression.

Mr. Herbert contemplated her with admiration and delight, and often with astonishment reflected upon the infatuation of Sir Charles, who could allow himself to be so far governed by fashionable preju­dices, and a libertine turn of mind, as to balance one moment whether he should give himself a lawful [Page 88] claim to the affections of such a woman.

Affairs continued in this state during three months, when the good old man, who watched over his young favourite with all the pious solicitude of her guardian angel, perceived that she was grown more melancholy and reserved than usual; he often heard her sigh, and fancied she had been weeping, and her fine eyes would appear some­times suffused with tears, even when she endeavoured to appear most chearful.

He imagined that she had some­thing upon her mind which she wished to disclose to him; her looks seemed to intimate as much, and she frequently sought opportunities of being alone with him, and en­gaged him to pass those evenings with her, when her mother and sister were at any of the public en­tertainments. [Page 89] Yet all those times, though her heart seemed labouring with some secret uneasiness which she would fain impart to him, she had not resolution enough to enter into any explanation.

Mr. Herbert, who could have wished she had been more commu­nicative, resolved at length to spare her any farther struggles with her­self; and one day when he was alone with her, taking occasion to observe that she was not so chearful as usual, he asked her tenderly if any thing had happened to give her uneasiness; "Speak freely my child," said he to her, ‘and think you are speaking to a father.’

Sophia made no other answer at first than by bursting into tears, which seeming to relieve her a little, she raised her head, and looking upon the good man, who beheld her with a fixed attention, [Page 90] "May I hope, sir," said she, ‘that you are still disposed to fulfil the kind promise you once made me —Oh take me from hence,’ pur­sued she, relapsing into a new passion of tears, ‘place me in the situation to which my humble lot has called me; save me from the weakness of my own heart—I now see plainly the delusion into which I have fallen; but, alas! my mother does not see it— every thing here conspires against my peace.’

CHAP. VII. Sophia takes a very extraordinary re­solution. Mr. Herbert encourages her in it.

SOPHIA, as if afraid she had said too much, stopped abrupt­ly, and, fixing her eyes on the ground, continued silent, and lost in thought.

Mr. Herbert, who had well con­sidered the purport of her words, passed over what he thought would give her too much pain to be ex­plicit upon, and answered in great concern, ‘Then my fears are true! Sir Charles is not disposed to act like a man of honour.’

A sudden blush glowed in the cheeks of Sophia at the mention of Sir Charles's name; but it was not a blush of softness and confusion. [Page 92] Anger and disdain took the place of that sweet complacency, which was the usual expression of her counte­nance, and with a voice somewhat raised, she replied eagerly,

‘Sir Charles I believe has de­ceived me; but him I can de­spise—Yet do not imagine, Sir, that he has dared to insult me by any unworthy proposals: if he has any unjustifiable views upon me, he has not had presumption enough to make me acquainted with them, otherwise than by neglecting to convince me that they are honourable; but he practises upon the easy credulity of my mother. He lays snares for her gratitude by an interested generosity, as I now too plainly perceive; and he has the art to make her so much his friend, that she will not listen to any [Page 93] thing I say, which implies the least doubt of his honour.’

Mr. Herbert sighed, and cast down his eyes. Sophia continued in great emotion: ‘It is impossible for me, Sir, to make you comprehend all the difficulties of my situation. A man who takes every form to ensnare my affections, but none to convince my judgment, impor­tunes me continually with decla­rations of tenderness, and com­plaints of my coldness and indif­ference: what can I do? what ought I to answer to such dis­course? In this perplexity, why will not my mother come to my assistance? her years, her autho­rity as a parent, give her a right to require such an explanation from Sir Charles as may free me from doubts, which although reason suggests, delicacy permits [Page 94] me not to make appear; but such is my misfortune, that I cannot persuade my mother there is the least foundation for my fears. She is obstinate in her good opinion of Sir Charles; and I am reduced to the sad necessity of either acting in open contra­diction to her sentiments and commands, or of continuing in a state of humiliating suspence, to which my character must at last fall a sacrifice.’

"That, my dear child," inter­rupted Mr. Herbert, ‘is a point which ought to be considered. I would not mention it to you first; but since your own good sense has led the way to it, I will frankly own that I am afraid, innocent and good as you are, the censures of the world will not spare you, if you continue to receive Sir Charles's visits, doubt­ful [Page 95] as his intentions now appear to every one: I know Mrs. Darnley judges of the sincerity of his professions to you, by the generosity he has shewn in the presents he has heaped upon her: —but, my dear child, that ge­nerosity was always suspected by me.’

"I confess," said Sophia, blush­ing, ‘I once thought favourably of him, for the attention he shew­ed to make my mother's life easy; but if his liberality to her be in­deed, as you seem to think, a snare, what opinion ought I to form of his motives for a late offer he has made her, and which at first dazzled me, so noble and so disinterested did it appear!’

"I know no offer but one," interrupted Mr. Herbert hastily, ‘which you ought even to have listened to.’

[Page 96] ‘Then the secret admonitions of my heart were right!’ cried Sophia with an accent that at once expressed exultation and grief.

‘But what was this offer, child,’ said Mr. Herbert? ‘I am impatient to know it.’

‘I will tell you the whole affair as it happened,’ resumed Sophia; ‘but you must not be surprised, that my mother was pleased with Sir Charles's offer. He has been her benefactor, and has a claim to her regard: it would be strange if she had not a good opinion of him. You know what that celebrated divine says, whose writings you have made me acquainted with: Charity it­self commands us where we know no ill, to think well of all; but friendship, that goes always a pitch higher, gives a man a peculiar right and claim to the good opi­nion [Page 97] of his friend. My mother may be mistaken in the judg­ment she has formed of Sir Charles; but it is her friendship for him, a friendship founded upon gratitude for the good offi­ces he has done her, that has given rise to this mistake.’

Sophia, in her eagerness to justify her mother, forgot that she had raised Mr. Herbert's curiosity, and left it unsatisfied; and the good old man, charmed with the filial ten­derness she shewed upon this occa­sion, listened to her with compla­cency, though not with conviction. At length she suddenly recollected herself, and entered upon her story; but a certain hesitation in her speech, accompanied with a bashful air that made her withdraw her eyes from him, to fix them upon the ground, intimated plainly enough her own sentiments of the [Page 98] affair she was going to acquaint him with.

"You know, Sir," said she, ‘Sir Charles has had a fit of ill­ness lately, which alarmed all his friends. My mother was parti­cularly attentive to him upon this occasion, and I believe he was sensibly affected with her kind concern for him. When he recovered, he begged my mo­ther, my sister, and myself, would accompany him in a little excursion to Hampstead to take the air. We dined there, and returning home early in the evening, as we passed through Brook-street, he ordered the coach to stop at the door of a very genteel house, which ap­peared to be newly painted and fitted up. Sir Charles desired us to go in with him and look at it, and give him our opinion of the [Page 99] furniture. Nothing could be more elegant and genteel, and we told him so; at which he ap­peared extremely pleased, for all had been done, he said, accord­ing to his directions.’

‘He came home with us, and drank tea; after which he had a private conversation with my mother, which lasted about a quarter of an hour; and when they returned to the room where they had left my sister and I, Sir Charles appeared to me to have an unusual thought­fulness in his countenance, and my mother looked as if she had been weeping; yet there was at the same time, an expression of satisfaction in her face.’

‘He went away immediately, when my mother, eager to give vent to the emotions which filled [Page 100] her heart, exclaimed, Oh, So­phia, how much are you obliged to the generous affection of that man!’

"You may imagine, Sir," pur­sued Sophia, in a sweet confusion, ‘that I was greatly affected with these words. I begged my mo­ther to explain herself. Sir Charles,’ said she, ‘has made you a present of that house which we went to view this af­ternoon; and here,’ added she, giving me a paper, ‘is a deed by which he has settled three hun­dred pounds a year upon you.’

‘I was silent, so was my sister, who looked at me as if impatient to know my thoughts of this extraordinary generosity. My thoughts indeed were so perplex­ed, my notions of this manner of acting so confused and uncer­tain, that I knew not what to [Page 101] say. My mother told us Sir Charles had declared to her, that his late illness had given him oc­casion for many uneasy reflections upon my account; that he shud­dered with horror when he con­sidered the unhappy state of my fortune, and to what difficulties I should have been exposed if he had died; and that, for the sa­tisfaction of his own mind, he had made that settlement upon me, that whatever happened I might be out of the reach of ne­cessity.’

"I am afraid, Sir," pursued So­phia with a little confusion in her countenance, ‘that you will con­demn me when I tell you I was so struck at first with the seem­ing candor and tenderness of Sir Charles's motives for this act of generosity, that none but the most [Page 102] grateful sentiments rose in my mind.’

"No, my dear," replied Mr. Herbert, ‘I do not condemn you: this snare was artfully laid; but when was it that your heart, or rather your reason, gave you those secret admonitions you spoke of?’

"Immediately," said Sophia: ‘a moment's reflection upon the conduct of Sir Charles served to shew me that some latent design lay concealed under this specious offer; but I am obliged to my sister for giving me a more distinct notion of it than my own confused ideas could furnish me with.’

‘Then you desired to know her opinion,’ said Mr. Herbert.

"Certainly," resumed Sophia, ‘this conversation passed in her [Page 103] presence, and as my elder sister she had a right to be con­sulted.’

"Pray what did she say?" asked Mr. Herbert impatiently.

"You know, Sir," said Sophia, with a gentle smile, ‘my sister takes every opportunity to rally me about my pretensions to wit: she told me it was great conde­scension in me, who thought my­self wiser than all the world be­sides, to ask her advice upon this occasion; and that she would not expose herself to my con­tempt, by declaring her opinion, any farther than that she supposed Sir Charles did not consider this as a marriage-settlement.’

"These last words," pursued So­phia, whose face was now covered with a deeper blush, ‘let in so much light upon my mind, that I was ashamed and angry with myself [Page 104] for having doubted a moment of Sir Charles's insincerity. I thank­ed my sister, and told her she should see that I would profit by the hint she had given me.’

"I wish," interrupted Mr. Her­bert, ‘that she may profit as much by you: but people of good un­derstanding learn more from the ignorant than the ignorant do from them, because the wise avoid the follies of fools, but fools will not follow the example of the wise: but what did Mrs. Darnley say to this?’

‘I never saw her so angry with my sister before,’ replied Sophia: ‘she said several severe things to her, which made her leave the room in great emotion; and when we were alone, I endeavoured to con­vince my mother that it was not fit I should make myself a de­pendant upon Sir Charles, by ac­cepting [Page 105] such considerable pre­sents: she was, however, of a different opinion, because Sir Charles's behaviour had been al­ways respectful in the highest de­gree to me, and because the man­ner in which he made this offer, left no room to suspect that he had any other design in it but to secure a provision for me, in case any thing should happen to him.’

‘Your mother imposes upon her­self,’ replied Mr. Herbert; ‘but I hope, my dear child, you think more justly.’

‘You may judge of my senti­ments, Sir,’ answered Sophia, ‘by the resolution I have taken: I wished to consult you; but as I had no opportunity for it, I satis­fied myself with doing what I thought you would approve. My mother, prest by my argu­ments, [Page 106] told me in a peevish way that I might act as I thought proper: upon which I retired, and, satisfied with this permis­sion, I enclosed the settlement in a cover directed to Sir Charles. I had just sealed it, and was going to send it away, when my mother came into my room: I perceived she was desirous to renew the conversation about Sir Charles; but I carefully avoided it, for fear she should re­tract the permission she had given me to act as I pleased upon this occasion. My reserve piqued her so much, that she forbore to enter upon the subject again; but as I had no opportunity of sending any letter that night without her knowledge, I was obliged to go to bed much richer than I desired to be; and the next morning, when we were at [Page 107] breakfast, a letter was brought me from Sir Charles, dated four o'clock, in which he informed me that he was just setting out in a post-chaise for Bath. His uncle, who lies there at the point of death, has it seems earnestly de­sired to see him, and the messen­ger told him he had not a minute to lose.’

"I am sorry," interrupted Mr. Herbert, ‘that he did not get your letter before he went.’

Sophia then taking it out of her pocket, gave it to him, and begged he would contrive some way to have it safely delivered to Sir Charles; ‘and now, added she, my heart is easy on that side, and I have no­thing to do but to arm myself with fortitude to bear the ten­der reproaches of a mother, whose anxiety for my interest makes her see this affair in a very [Page 108] different light from that in which you and I behold it.’

Mr. Herbert put the letter care­fully into his pocket-book, and pro­mised her it should be conveyed to Sir Charles; then taking her hand, which he pressed affectionately, ‘You have another sacrifice yet to make, my dear good child,’ said he, ‘and I hope it will not cost you much to make it. You must resolve to see Sir Charles no more: it is not fit you should receive his visits, since you suspect his de­signs are not honourable, and you have but too much cause for suspicion. It is not enough to be virtuous: we must appear so likewise; we owe the world a good example, the world, which oftener rewards the appearances of merit, than merit itself. It will be impossible for you to avoid seeing Sir Charles some­times, [Page 109] if you continue with your mother: you have no authority to forbid his visits here; and whether you share them or not, they will be all placed to your account. Are you willing, Miss Sophia, to go into the country, and I will board you in the fa­mily of a worthy clergyman, who is my friend? His wife and daughters will be agreeable com­panions for you; you will find books enough in his study to em­ploy those hours which you de­vote to reading, and his conver­sation will be always a source of instruction and delight.’

Sophia, with tears in her eyes, and a look so expressive that it con­veyed a stronger idea of the grateful sentiments which filled her heart, than any words could do, thanked the good old man for his generous offer, and told him she was ready to [Page 110] leave London whenever he pleased: but unwilling to be an incumbrance upon his little fortune, she intreated him to be diligent in his enquiries for a place for her, that she might early inure herself to the humble condition which Providence thought fit to allot for her.

Mr. Herbert, entering into her delicate scruples, promised to pro­cure her a proper establishment; and it was agreed between them that he should acquaint her mother the next day with the resolution the had taken, and endeavour to pro­cure her consent to it.

CHAP. VIII. Mr. Herbert and Sophia carry their Point with great Difficulty.

MR. Herbert well knew all the difficulties of this task, and prepared himself to sustain the storm which he expected would fall upon him. He visited Mrs. Darn­ley in the morning, and finding her alone, entered at once into the affair, by telling her that he had performed the commission Miss Sophia had given him; that a friend of his who was going to Bath would take care to deliver her letter to her unworthy lover, who, added he, will be convinced, by her re­turning his settlement, that she has a just notion of his base designs, and despises him as well for his falshood and presumption, as for [Page 112] the mean opinion he has entertained of her.

The old gentleman, who was perfectly well acquainted with Mrs. Darnley's character, and had stu­died his part, would not give her time to recover from the astonish­ment his first words had thrown her into, which was strongly im­pressed upon her countenance, and which seemed to deprive her of the power of speech; but added, with an air natural enough, ‘Your con­duct, Mrs. Darnley, deserves the highest praises; indeed I know not which to admire most, your disinterestedness, prudence, and judgment; or Miss Sophia's rea­dy obedience, and the noble sa­crifice she makes to her honour and reputation. You knew her virtue might be securely depend­ed upon, and you permitted her to act as she thought proper with [Page 113] regard to the insidious offer Sir Charles made her: thus, by trans­ferring all the merit of a refusal to her, you reflect a double lustre upon your own, and she has fully answered your intentions by re­jecting that offer with the con­tempt it deserved.’

While Mr. Herbert went on in this strain, Mrs. Darnley insensibly forgot her resentment; her features assumed all that complacency which gratified vanity and self-applause could impress upon them: and al­though she was conscious her sen­timents were very different from those which Mr. Herbert attributed to her, yet, as she had really spoke those words to Sophia which had given her a pretence to act as she had done, she concluded his praises were sincere, and enjoyed them as much as if she had deserved them.

[Page 114]It was her business now, how­ever vexed at her daughter's folly, as she conceived it, to seem highly satisfied with her conduct, since what she had done could not be recalled; yet inwardly fretting at the loss of so noble a present, all her dissimulation could not hinder her from saying, that although she approved of Sophia's refusal, yet she could not help thinking she had been very precipitate, and that she ought to have waited till Sir Charles returned; and not have sent, but have given him back his settlement.

Mr. Herbert, without answering to that point, told her, that what now remained for her prudence to do was, to take away all founda­tion for slander, by peremptorily forbidding Sir Charles's future vi­sits; (here Mrs. Darnley began to frown) ‘for since it is plain to us [Page 115] all, madam,’ pursued he, with­out seeming to perceive her emo­tion, ‘that marriage is not his in­tention, by being allowed to continue his addresses, miss So­phia's character will suffer great­ly in the opinion of the world; and the wisdom and discretion by which you have hitherto been governed in this affair, will not secure you from very unfavour­able censures. To shew there­fore how much you are in earnest to prevent them, I think it is absolutely necessary that you should send your daughter out of this man's way.’

Mrs. Darnley, who thought she had an unanswerable objection to make to this scheme, in­terrupted him eagerly, ‘You know my circumstances, Mr. Herbert, you know I cannot af­ford to send my daughter from [Page 116] me; how am I to dispose of her, pray?’

‘Let not that care trouble you, madam,’ replied Mr. Herbert, ‘I will take all this expence upon myself: I love Miss Sophia as well as if she was my own child; and slender as my income is, I will be at the charge of her maintenance till fortune and her own merit place her in a better situation.’

Mr. Herbert then acquainted her with the name and character of the clergyman in whose family he in­tended to place Sophia: he added, that the village to which she was going being at no great distance, she might hear from her frequent­ly, and sometimes visit her, without much expence or inconvenience.

Mrs. Darnley having nothing that was reasonable to oppose to these kind and generous offers, had [Page 117] recourse to rage and exclamation. She told Mr. Herbert that he had no right to interpose in the affairs of her family; that he should not dispose of her daughter as he pleas­ed; that she would exert the au­thority of a parent, and no officious meddler should rob her of her child.

Mr. Herbert now found it ne­cessary to change his method with this interested mother, ‘Take care, madam,’ said he, with a severe look, ‘how far you carry your op­position in this case: the world has its eyes upon your conduct; do not give it reason to say that your daughter is more prudent and cautious than you are; nor force her to do that without your consent which you ought to be the first to advise her to.’

"Without my consent!" re­plied Mrs. Darnley, almost breath­less [Page 118] with rage; ‘will she go with­out my consent, say you; have you alienated her affections from me so far? I will soon know that.’

Then rising with a furious air, she called Sophia, who came into the room, trembling, and in the utmost agitation. The melancho­ly that appeared in her counte­nance, the paleness and disorder, the consequences of a sleepless night, which she had passed in various and afflicting thoughts, made Mr. Herbert apprehensive that her mother's obstinacy would prove too hard for her gentle dis­position; and that her heart, thus assaulted with the most powerful of all passions, love and filial ten­derness, would insensibly betray her into a consent to stay.

Mrs. Darnley giving her a look of indignation, exclaimed with the [Page 119] sarcastic severity with which she used formerly to treat her; ‘So my wise, my dutiful daughter! you cannot bear, it seems, to live with your mother; you are resolved to run away from me, are you?’

"Madam," replied Sophia, with a firmness that disconcerted Mrs. Darnley, as much as it pleasingly surprised Mr. Herbert, ‘it is not you I am running away from, as you unkindly say, I am going into the country to free myself from the pursuits of a man who has imposed upon your goodness, and my credulity; one who I am convinced, seeks my disho­nour, and whose ensnaring ad­dresses have already, I am afraid, given a wound to my reputa­tion, which nothing but the re­solution I have taken to avoid him can heal.’

[Page 120]Poor Sophia, who had with diffi­culty prevailed over her own soft­ness to speak in this determined manner, could not bear to see the confusion into which her answer had thrown her mother; but sigh­ing deeply, she retired towards the window, and wiped away the tears that fell from her charming eyes.

Mrs. Darnley, who observed her emotion, and well knew how to take advantage of that amiable weakness in her temper, which made any opposition, however just and necessary, painful to her, de­sired Mr. Herbert to leave her alone with her daughter, adding that his presence was a constraint upon them both.

Sophia, hearing this, and dread­ing lest he should leave her to sus­tain the storm alone, went towards her mother, and with the most [Page 121] persuasive look and accent, begged her not to part in anger from Mr. Herbert.

"I cannot forgive Mr. Herbert," said Mrs Darnley, ‘for supposing I am less concerned for your ho­nour than he is. I see no necessi­ty for your going into the coun­try; your reputation is safe while you are under my care; it is time enough to send you out of Sir Charles's way when we are convinced his designs are not honourable. Mr. Herbert, by filling your head with groundless apprehensions, will be the ruin of your fortune.’

‘Sir Charles's dissembled affec­tion for me,’ interrupted Sophia, ‘will be the ruin of my character. There is no way to convince the world that I am not the willing dupe of his artifices, but by fly­ing from him as far as I can: do [Page 122] not, my dear mamma,’ pursued she, bursting into tears, ‘oppose my going; my peace of mind, my reputation depend upon it.’

‘You shall go when I think proper,’ replied Mrs. Darnley; "and as for you, Sir," turning to Mr. Herbert, ‘I desire you will not interpose any farther in this matter.’

"Indeed I must, madam," said the good old man, encouraged by a look Sophia gave him; ‘I consider myself as guardian to your daughter, and in that quality I pretend to some right to regulate her conduct on an occasion which requires a guardian's care and authority.’

"Ridiculous!" exclaimed Mrs. Darnley, with a malignant sneer, ‘what a jest! to call yourself guardian to a girl who has not a shilling to depend upon.’

[Page 123] ‘I am the guardian of her ho­nour and reputation,’ said Mr. Herbert: ‘these make up her for­tune: and with these she is richer than if she possessed thousands without them.’

"And do you, Miss," said Mrs. Darnley to her daughter, with a scornful air, ‘do you allow this foolish claim? Are you this gen­tleman's ward, pray?’

"Come, madam," said Mr. Her­bert, willing to spare Sophia the pain of answering her question, ‘be persuaded that I have the ten­derness of a parent, as well as guardian, for your daughter: it is absolutely necessary she should see Sir Charles no more; and the most effectual method she can take to shun him, and to preserve her character, is to leave a place where she will be continually exposed to his importunity. I [Page 124] hope she will be able to procure your consent to her going to­morrow. I shall be here in the morning with a post-chaise, and will conduct her myself to the house of my friend, whom I have already prepared by a letter to receive her.’

Mr. Herbert, without waiting for any answer, bowed and left the room. Sophia followed him to the door, and by a speaking glance as­sured him he might depend upon her perseverance.

CHAP. IX. In which Sophia shews less of the He­roine than the Woman.

AS soon as Mr. Herbert went away, Harriot, who had been listening, and had heard all that past, entered the room. The vir­tue and strength of mind her sister shewed in the design she had form­ed of flying from Sir Charles Stan­ley excited her envy; and she would have joined with her mother in en­deavouring to prevail upon her to stay, to prevent the superiority such a conduct gave her, had not that envy found a more sensible gratifi­cation in the thought that Sophia would no longer receive the ado­rations of the young baronet; and that all her towering hopes would [Page 126] be changed to disappointment and grief.

The discontinuance of those pre­sents which Sir Charles so liberally bestowed on them, evidently on Sophia's account, and which had hitherto enabled them to live in af­fluence, affected her but little; for vanity is a more powerful pas­sion than interest in the heart of a coquet; and the pleasure of seeing her sister mortified and deserted by her lover, outweighed all other con­siderations: besides, she was not without hopes that when Sophia was out of the way, her own charms would regain all their former in­fluence over the heart of Sir Charles.

She came prepared, therefore, to support her in her resolution of go­ing into the country; but Mrs. Darnley, who did not enter into her views, and who had no other [Page 127] attention but to secure to herself that ease and affluence she at pre­sent enjoyed, expected Harriot would use her utmost efforts to pre­vent her sister from disobliging a man whose liberality was the source of their happiness.

She complained to her in a ten­der manner of Sophia's unkindness; she exaggerated the ill consequences that might be apprehended from the affront she put on Sir Charles, by thus avowing the most injurious sus­picions of him; and declared she expected nothing less than to be reduced by the loss of her pen­sion to that state of misery from which he had formerly relieved her.

Sophia melted into tears at these words; but a moment's reflection convinced her, that her mo­ther's apprehensions were altogether groundless: Sir Charles was not ca­pable [Page 128] of so mean a revenge; and Sophia, on this occasion, defended him with so much ardor, that Miss Darnley could not help indulging her malice, by throwing out some severe sarcasms upon the violence of her affection for a man whom she affected to despise.

Sophia blushed; but answered calmly, ‘Well, sister, if I love Sir Charles Stanley, I have the more merit in leaving him.’

‘Oh, not a bit the more for that,’ replied Harriot; ‘for, as I read in one of your books just now, Virtue would not go so far, if pride did not bear her com­pany.’

‘You might also have read, sis­ter,’ said Sophia, ‘that no woman is envious of another's virtue who is conscious of her own.’

This retort threw Harriot into so violent a rage, that Sophia, who [Page 129] knew what excesses she was ca­pable of, left the room, and retired to pack up her cloaths, that she might be ready when Mr. Herbert called for her.

In this employment Mrs. Darn­ley gave her no interruption; for Harriot having quitted her mother in a huff, because she did not join with her against Sophia, she was left at liberty to pursue her own reflections. After long doubt and perplexity in what manner to act, she resolved to consent that Sophia should depart; for she saw plainly that it would not be in her power to prevent it, and she was willing to derive some merit from the ne­cessity she was under of complying. She considered that if Sir Charles really loved her daughter, her flight on such motives would rather in­crease than lessen his passion; and that all his resentment for being de­prived [Page 130] of her sight would fall upon Mr. Herbert, who alone was in fault.

Mrs. Darnley, as has been be­fore observed, was not of a temper to anticipate misfortunes, or to give herself much uneasiness about evils in futurity: she always hoped the best, not because she had any well-grounded reasons for it, but because it was much more pleasing to hope than to fear.

Sophia, when she saw her next, found her surprisingly altered: she not only no longer opposed her de­parture, but even seemed desirous of it; and this she thought a mas­ter-piece of cunning which could not fail of gaining Mr. Herbert's good opinion; never once reflect­ing that her former opposition de­prived her of all the merit of a vo­luntary compliance.

This change in Mrs. Darnley left Sophia no more difficulties to [Page 131] encounter but what she found in her own heart. Industrious to de­ceive herself, she had imputed all the uneasy emotions there to the grief of leaving her mother contra­ry to her inclination: she had now her free consent to go, yet still those perturbations remained. She thanked her mother for her indul­gence: she took her hand, and tenderly pressed it to her lips, tears at the same time flowing fast from her eyes.

Mrs. Darnley was cruel enough to shew that she understood the cause of this sudden passion. "What," said she, ‘to the poor blushing Sophia, after all the clut­ter you have made about leaving Sir Charles, does your heart fail you now you come to the trial?’

Sophia, abashed and silent, hid her glowing face with her hand­kerchief; [Page 132] and having with some dif­ficulty represt another gush of tears, assumed composure enough to tell her mother that she hoped she should never want fortitude to do her duty.

"To be sure," replied Mrs. Darnley, ‘with asneer, one so wise as you can never mistake your duty.’

Sophia however understood hers so well that she did not offer to re­criminate upon this occasion; for Mrs. Darnley was but a shallow po­litician, and was thrown so much off her guard by the vexation she felt, that an affair on which she built such great hopes had taken so different a turn, that she gave plain indications of her displeasure, and that her consent to her daughter's going was indeed extorted from her.

Sophia had many of these assaults to sustain, as well from Harriot as [Page 133] Mrs. Darnley, during the re­mainder of that day; but they were of use to her. Her pride was concerned to prevent giving a real cause for such sarcasms as her sister in particular threw out: opposition kept up her spirits, and preserved her mind from yielding to that ten­der grief which the idea of parting for ever from Sir Charles excited.

CHAP. X. The Description of two Rural Beauties.

WHEN Mr. Herbert came the next morning, Mrs. Darnley, who had no better part to play, had recourse again to dissi­mulation, and expressed great wil­lingness to send her daughter away; but the good man, who saw the feint in her overacted satisfaction, suffered her to imagine that she had effectually imposed upon him.

Sophia wept when she took leave of her mother, and returned the cold salute her sister gave her with an affectionate embrace. She sigh­ed deeply as Mr. Herbert helped her into the post-chaise; and con­tinued pensive and silent for several minutes, not daring to raise her [Page 135] eyes up to her kind conductor, lest he should read in them what passed in her heart.

Mr. Herbert, who guessed what she felt on this occasion, was sensi­bly affected with that soft melan­choly, so easy to be discovered in her countenance, notwithstanding all her endeavours to conceal it. He wished to comfort her, but the subject was too delicate to be men­tioned: kind and indulgent as he was, he began to think his admired Sophia carried her concern on this occasion too far; so true that obser­vations is, that the case of tried virtue is harder than that of untried: we require from it as debts continual exertions of its power, and if we are at any time disappointed in our ex­pectations, we blame with resent­ment as if we had been deceived.

Sophia's sensibility, however, was very excusable; in flying from Sir [Page 136] Charles she had done all that the most rigid virtue could demand; for as yet she had only suspicions against him; and this man, whose generous gift she had returned with silent scorn, whom she had avoid­ed as an enemy, had hitherto be­haved to her with all the tender­ness of a lover, and all the benevo­lence of a friend. It was under that amiable idea that he now pre­sented himself to her imagination; her pride and her resentment were appeased by the sacrifice she had made in her abrupt departure, and every unkind thought of him was changed to tender regret for his loss.

Mr. Herbert, by not attempting to divert the course of her reflec­tions, soon drew her out of her revery: his silence and reserve first intimated to her the impropriety of her behaviour. She immediately [Page 137] assumed her usual composure, and during the remainder of their little journey, she appeared as chearful and serene as if nothing extraordi­nary had happened.

The good curate with whom she was to lodge having rode out to meet his friend and his fair guest, joined them when they had come within three miles of his house. Mr. Herbert, who had descried him at a little distance, shewed him to Sophia: "There, my dear," said he, ‘is a man who, with more pie­ty and learning than would serve to make ten bishops, is oblig­ed to hire himself out at the rate of sixty pounds a year, to do the duty of the parish church, the rector of which enjoys three lu­crative benefices, without pray­ing or preaching above five times in a twelvemonth.’

Mr. Lawson, for that was the [Page 138] curate's name, had now galloped up to the chaise, which Mr. Her­bert had ordered the post-boy to stop, and many kind salutations passed between the two friends.

Sophia was particularly pleased with the candor and benevolonce which appeared in the looks and behaviour of the good clergyman; who gazed on her attentively, and found the good opinion he had en­tertained of her from Mr. Her­bert's representations fully confirm­ed. The bewitching sweetness in her voice and eyes, the spirit that animated her looks, and the pecu­liar elegance of her person and ad­dress, produced their usual effects, and filled Mr. Lawson's heart with sentiments of tenderness, esteem, and respect for her.

Mrs. Lawson and her two daughters received her with that true politeness which is founded on [Page 139] good sense and good nature. Both the young women were extremely agreeable in their persons, and So­phia contemplated with admiration the neat simplicity of their dress, their artless beauty, and native sweetness of manners. Health dyed their cheeks with blushes more beautiful than those the fine lady borrows from paint; innocence and chearfulness lighted up smiles in their faces, as powerful as those of the most finished coquet; and good humour and a sincere desire of obliging, gave graces to their be­haviour which ceremony but poor­ly imitates.

These were Sophia's observations to Mr. Herbert, who seized the first opportunity of speaking to her apart, to ask her opinion of her new companions. He was rejoiced to hear her express great satisfaction in her new situation, and not doubting [Page 140] but time and absence, assisted by her own good sense and virtue, would banish Sir Charles Stan­ley entirely from her remembrance; he scrupled not to leave her at the end of three days, after hav­ing tenderly recommended her to the care of this little worthy family, every individual of which already loved her with extreme af­fection.

Sophia was indeed so much de­lighted with the new scene of life she had entered upon, and her fancy was at first so struck with the novelty of all the objects she beheld, that the continual dissipa­tion of her thoughts left no room for the idea of the baronet: but this deceitful calm lasted not long. She soon found by experi­ence, that the silence and solitude of the country were more proper to nourish love than to destroy it; [Page 141] and that groves and meads, the nightingale's song, and the rivulet's murmur, were food for tender me­lancholy, and the soft reveries of imagination.

Mr. Lawson's house was most ro­manticly situated on the borders of a spacious park; from whose opulent owner he rented a small farm, which supplied his fami­ly with almost all the necessaries of life. Mrs. Lawson his wife, brought him a very small for­tune, but a great stock of virtue, good sense, and prudence. She had seen enough of the world to polish her manners without cor­rupting her heart; and having lived most part of her time in the country, she understood rural af­fairs perfectly well, and superintend­ed all the business of their little farm. Their two daughters were at once the best house-wifes, and [Page 142] the most accomplished young wo­men in that part of the country. Mr. Lawson took upon himself the delightful task of improving their minds, and giving them a taste for useful knowledge: and their mother, besides instructing them in all the economical duties suit­able to their humble fortunes, form­ed them to those decencies of manners and propriety of beha­viour, which she had acquired by a genteel education, and the con­versation of persons of rank. In the affairs of the family, each of the young women had their par­ticular province assigned them. Dolly, the eldest, presided in the dairy; and Fanny, so was the youngest called, assisted in the ma­nagement of the house. Sophia soon entertained a friendship for them both; but a powerful incli­nation attached her particularly to [Page 143] Dolly. There was in the coun­tenance of this young woman a cer­tain sweetness and sensibility that pleased Sophia extremely; and though she had all that chearful­ness which youth, health, and in­nocence inspire, yet the pensiveness that would sometimes steal over her sweet features, the gentle sighs that would now and then escape her, excited a partial tender­ness for her in the heart of Sophia.

She took pleasure in assisting her in her little employments. Dolly insensibly lost that awe which the presence of the fair Londoner first inspired, and repaid her tenderness with that warmth of affection which only young and innocent minds are capable of feeling.

CHAP. XI. Sophia makes an interesting Disco­very.

SOPHIA, instructed by her own experience, soon discovered that her young friend was in love; but neither of them disclosed the secret of their hearts to each other. Dolly was with-held by bashful timidity, Sophia by delicate reserve. Fond as they were of each other's company, yet the want of this mutual confi­dence made them sometime chuse to be alone. Sophia having one evening strayed in the wood, wholly absorbed in melancholy thoughts, lost her way, and was in some per­plexity how to recover the path that led to Mr. Lawson's house; when looking anxiously around her, she saw Dolly at a distance, sitting un­der [Page 145] a tree. Overjoyed to meet her so luckily, she was running up to her, but stopped upon the appear­ance of a young man, who, seeing Dolly, flew towards her with the utmost eagerness, and with such an expression of joyful surprize in his countenance, as persuaded her this meeting was accidental.

Sophia, not willing to interrupt their conversation, passed on softly behind the trees, unobserved by Dolly, who continued in the same pensive attitude; but being now nearer to her, she perceived she was weeping excessively.

Sophia, who was greatly affected at this fight, could not help accom­panying her tears with some of her own; and not daring to stir a step farther, for fear of being seen by the youth, she resolved to take advantage of her situation, to know [Page 146] the occasion of Dolly's extraordi­nary affliction.

The poor girl was so wrapt in thought, that she neither saw nor heard the approach of her lover, who called to her in the tenderest accent imaginable, ‘My dear Dolly, is it you? Won't you look at me? Won't you speak to me? What have I done to make you angry, my love? Don't go,’ (for upon hearing his voice she started from her seat, and seemed desirous to avoid him) ‘don't go, my dear Dolly,’ said he, following her, (and she went slowly enough) ‘don't drive me to despair.’

‘What would you have me do, Mr. William,’ said she, stopping and turning gently towards him; ‘you know my father has forbid me to speak to you, and I would die rather than disoblige him: [Page 147] you may thank your proud rich aunt for all this. Pray let me go,’ pursued she, making some faint efforts to withdraw her hand, which he had seized and held fast in his, ‘you must forget me, Wil­liam, as I have resolved to forget you,’ added she sighing, and turning away her head, lest he should see the tears that fell from her eyes.

Cruel as these words sounded in the ears of the passionate William, yet he found something in her voice and actions that comforted him; "No, my dear Dolly," said he, endeavouring to look in her averted face, ‘I will not believe that you have resolved to forget me; you can no more forget me, than I can you, and I shall love you as long as I live—I know you say this only to grieve me; you do not mean it.’

[Page 148]"Yes, I do mean it," replied Dolly, in a peevish accent, vexed that he had seen her tears. ‘I know my duty, and you shall find that I can obey my father.’ While she spoke this, she struggled so much in earnest to free her hand from his, that fearing to offend her, he dropped it with a submissive air.

Dolly having now no pretence for staying any longer, bid him farewell in a faltering voice, and went on, though with a slow pace, towards her father's house. The youth con­tinued for a moment motionless as a statue, with a countenance pale as death, and his eyes, which were suffused with tears, fixed on the parting virgin.

"What," cried he at last, in the most plaintive tone imaginable, ‘can you really leave me thus? go then, my dear unkind Dolly, I [Page 149] will trouble you no more with my hateful presence; I wish you happy, but if you hear that any strange mischief has befallen me, be assured you are the cause of it.’

He followed her as he spoke, and Dolly no longer able to continue her assumed rigour, stopped when he approached her, and burst into tears. The lover felt all his hopes revive at this sight, and taking her hand, which he kissed a thousand times, he uttered the tenderest vows of love and constancy; to which she listened in silence, only now and then softly sighing; at length she disengaged her hand, and gently begged him to leave her, lest he should be seen by any of the family. The happy youth, once more con­vinced of her affection for him, obeyed without a murmur.

[Page 150]Dolly, as soon as he had quitted her, ran hastily towards home; but he, as if every step was leading him to his grave, moved slowly on, of­ten looking back, and often stop­ping: so that Sophia, who was afraid she would not be able to overtake her friend, was obliged to hazard being seen by him, and fol­lowed Dolly with all the speed she could. As soon as she was near enough to be heard, she called out to her to stay. Dolly stopt, but was in so much confusion at the thought of having been seen by Miss Darn­ley, with her lover, that she had not courage to go and meet her. "Ah, Miss Dolly," said Sophia smiling, ‘I have made a discovery; but I do assure you it was as ac­cidental as your meeting with that handsome youth, who I find is your lover.’

[Page 151]"Yes, indeed," replied Dolly, whose face was covered with blushes, ‘my meeting with that young man was not designed, at least on my part: but surely you jest, Miss Darnley, when you call him handsome: do you really think him handsome?’

"Upon my word I do," said So­phia; ‘he is one of the prettiest youths I ever saw; and if the professions of men may be re­lied on,’ added she, with a sigh, ‘he certainly loves you; but, my dear Dolly, by what I could learn from your conversation, he has not your father's consent to make his addresses to you; I was sorry to hear that, Dolly, because I perceive, my dear, that you like him.’

Dolly now held down her head, and blushed more than before, but continued silent. ‘Perhaps you [Page 152] will think me impertinent,’ re­sumed Sophia, ‘for speaking so freely about your affairs; but I love you dearly, Miss Dolly.’ — "And I," interrupted Dolly, ‘throwing one of her arms about Sophia's neck, and kissing her cheek, love you, Miss Darnley, better a thousand times than ever I loved any body, except my father and mother and my sis­ter.’

"Well, well," said Sophia, ‘I won't dispute that point with you now; but if you love me so much as you say, my dear Dolly, why have you made a secret of this affair? friends do not use to be so reserved with each other.’

"Perhaps," said Dolly, smiling a little archly, ‘you have taught me to be reserved by your ex­ample; but indeed,’ added she, ‘with a graver look and accent, [Page 153] I am not worthy to be your confidant; you are my superior in every thing: It would be pre­sumption in me to desire to know your secrets.’

‘You shall know every thing that concerns me,’ interrupted Sophia, ‘which can be of use to you, and add weight to that ad­vice I shall take the liberty to give you upon this occasion: I am far from being happy, my dear Dol­ly, and I blush to say it; it has been in the power of a deceitful man greatly to disturb my peace.’

Sophia here wiped her charming eyes, and Dolly who wept sympa­thetically for her, and for herself, exclaimed, ‘Is there a man in the world who could be false to you? alas! what have I to expect?’

"Come, my dear," said Sophia, ‘leading her to the root of a large tree, let us sit down here, we [Page 154] shall not be called to supper yet, you have time enough to give me some account of this young man, whom I should be glad to find worthy of you: tell me how your acquaintance began, and what are your father's reasons for forbidding your correspon­dence.’

CHAP. XII. The Beginning of a very simple Story.

DOLLY, though encouraged by the sweet condescension of So­phia, who, to inspire her with con­fidence, freely acknowledged the situation of her own heart, blushed so much, and was in such apparent confusion, that Sophia was con­cerned at having made her a request which gave her so much pain to comply with.

At length the innocent girl, looking up to her with a bashful air, said, ‘I should be ashamed, dear miss, to own my weakness to you, if I did not know that you are too generous to think the worse of me for it: to be sure I have a great value for Mr. [Page 156] William; but I was not so foolish as to be taken with his hand­someness only, tho' indeed he is very handsome, and I am de­lighted to find that you think him so; but Mr. William, as my father can tell you, madam, is a very fine scholar: he was edu­cated in a great school at London, and there is not a young squire in all this country who has half his learning, or knows how to behave himself so genteely as he does, though his father is but a farmer: however, he is rich, and he has but one child besides Mr. William, and that is a sickly boy, and not likely to live; so that Mr. William, it is thought, will have all.’

"I should imagine then," said Sophia, ‘that this young man would not be a bad match for you?’

[Page 157]"A bad match!" replied Dolly, sighing: ‘no certainly; but his aunt looks higher for him: yet there was a time when she was well enough pleased with his liking me.’

"What is his aunt," said Sophia, ‘and how does it happen that she has any authority over him?’

‘Why you must know, ma­dam,’ answered Dolly, ‘that his aunt is very rich; when she was a young woman, a great lady took a fancy to her, and kept her as her companion a great many years, and when she died, she left her all her cloaths and jewels, and a prodigious deal of money: she never would marry, for she was crossed in love they say in her youth, and that makes her so ill-natured and spiteful, I believe, to young people; but notwith­standing that, I cannot help lov­ing [Page 158] her, because she was always so fond of Mr. William: she is his god-mother, and when he was about ten years old she sent for him to London, and declared she would provide for him as her own; and indeed she acted like a mother towards him: she put him to school, and maintained him like a gentleman; and when he grew up, she would have made a gentleman of him; for she had a great desire that he should be an officer.’

‘Mr. William at that time was very fond of being an officer too; but as he was very dutiful and obedient to his father, (indeed Miss Sophia he is one of the best young men in the world,) he desired leave to consult him first; so about a year ago he came to visit his father, and has never been at London since; and [Page 159] he had not been long in the country before he changed his mind as to being an officer, and declared he would be a farmer like his father, and live a country life.’

"Ah Dolly," said Sophia smil­ing, ‘I suspect you were the cause of this change, my friend.’

"Why indeed," replied Dolly, ‘he has since told me so: but perhaps he flattered me when he said it; for, ah my dear Miss, I remember what you said just now about the deceitfulness of men, and I tremble lest Mr. William should be like the rest.’

"Well, my dear," interrupted Sophia, ‘go on with your story; I am impatient to know when you saw each other first, and how your acquaintance began.’

"You know, madam," said Dol­ly, ‘my father keeps us very re­tired: [Page 160] I had no opportunity of seeing Mr. William but at church; we had heard that far­mer Gibbons had a fine son come from London, and the Sunday af­terwards when we were at church, my sister, who is a giddy wild girl, as you know, kept staring about, in hopes of seeing him. At last she pulled me hasti­ly, and whispered, look, look, Dolly, there is farmer Gibbons just come in, and I am sure he has got his London son with him, see what a handsome young man he is, and how genteely he is drest!’

‘Well, madam, I looked up, and to be sure I met Mr. Wil­liam's eyes full upon me; I felt my face glow like fire; for as soon as I looked upon him, he made me a low bow. My sister courtefied; but for my part, I [Page 161] don't know whether I courtesied or not: I was never so confused in my life, and during the whole time we were at church, I scarce ever durst raise my eyes; for I was sure to find Mr. William looking into our pew.’

‘I suppose you was not displeas­ed with him,’ said Sophia, ‘for taking so much notice of you?’

‘I do not know whether I was or not,’ replied Dolly; ‘but I know that I was in a strange con­fusion during all church-time; yet I observed that Mr. William did not go out when the rest of the congregation did, but staid behind, which made my sister laugh, for he looked foolish enough standing alone. But he staid to have an opportunity of making us another bow; for it is my father's custom, as soon as he has dismissed the people, to [Page 162] come into our pew and take us home with him. I never shall forget how respectfully Mr. William saluted my father as he passed him. I now made amends for my former neglect of him, and returned the bow he made me with a very low courtesy.’

‘Fanny and I talked of him all the way home: I took delight in hearing her praise him; and al­though I was never used to dis­guise my thoughts before, yet I knew not how it was, but I was ashamed to speak so freely of him as she did, and yet I am sure I thought as well of him.’

"I dare say you did," said So­phia, smiling; "but my dear," pursued she in a graver accent, ‘this was a very sudden impression. Suppose this young man whose person captivated you so much, [Page 163] had been wild and dissolute, as many young men are; how would you have excused yourself for that early prejudice in his favour, which you took in so readily at your eyes, without consulting your judgment in the least?’

CHAP. XIII. Dolly continues her Story.

DOLLY, fixing her bashful looks on the ground, remained silent for a moment; then sighing, answered, ‘I am sure if I had not believed Mr. William good and virtuous, I should never have liked him, though he had been a hundred times handsomer than he is; but it was impossible to look on him and think him otherwise; and if you had ob­served him well, Miss Darnley, his countenance has so much sweetness and candor in it, as my father once said, that you could not have thought ill of him.’

"It is not always safe," said So­phia, sighing likewise, ‘to trust to [Page 165] appearances: men's actions as well as their looks often deceive us; and you must allow, my dear Dolly, that there is danger in these sudden attachments; but when did you see this pretty youth again?’

"Not till the next Sunday," replied Dolly; ‘and though you should chide me never so much, yet I must tell you that this seemed the longest week I ever knew in my life. I did not doubt but he would be at church again, and I longed impatiently for Sunday. At last Sunday came; we went with my father as usual to church, and would you be­lieve it, Miss Darnley, though I wished so much to see Mr. Wil­liam, yet now I dreaded meeting him, and trembled so when I came into church, that I was obliged to take hold of Fanny [Page 166] to keep me from falling. She soon discovered him, and pulled me in order to make me look up: he had placed himself in our way, so that we passed close by him. He made us a very low bow, and my mother, who had not seen him before, smiled and looked extremely pleased with him; for to be sure, Madam, she could not help admiring him.’

‘Well, I was very uneasy all the time we were in church; for Fanny whispered me that my sweet-heart,’ for so she called Mr. William, ‘minded nothing but me. This made me blush exces­sively, and I was afraid my mo­ther would take notice of his staring and my confusion; so that (heaven forgive me) I was glad when the sermon was ended. He made us his usual compliment at our going out, but I did not [Page 167] look up: however, I was impati­ent to be alone with Fanny, that I might talk of him, and in the evening we walked towards the Park. Just as we had placed ourselves under a tree, we saw a fine drest gentleman, a visiter of the Squire's as we supposed, coming up to us: upon which we rose and walked homewards; but the gentleman followed us, and coming close to me, stared impudently under my hat, and swearing a great oath, said I was a pretty girl, and he would have a kiss. Fanny seeing him take me by the arm, screamed aloud; but I, pretending not to be frightened, though I trembled sadly, civilly begged him to let me go. He did not regard what I said, but was extremely rude: so that I now began to scream as loud as Fanny, struggling all the [Page 168] time to get from him, but in vain, and now who should come to my assistance but Mr. Willi­am: I saw him flying across a field, and my heart told me it was he, before he came near enough for me to know him.’

‘As soon as Fanny perceived him, she ran to him, and begged him to help me; but he did not need intreaty; he flew like a bird to the place where I was, and left Fanny far behind. The rude gentleman bad him be gone, and threatened him severely; for he had taken the hand I had at liberty, which I gladly gave him, and insisted upon his letting me go: and now, my dear Miss Darnley, all my fears were for him, for the gentleman declared that if he did not go about his business, he would run him through the body, and actually [Page 169] drew his sword; I thought I should have died at that terrible sight; my sister run towards home crying like one distracted; and as for me, though the man had let go my hand, and I might have run away, yet I could not bear to leave Mr. William to the mercy of that cruel wretch; and I did what at another time I should have blushed to have done. I took his hand and pulled him with all my force away; but he, en­raged at being called puppy by the gentleman, who continued swearing, that he would do him a mischief, if he did not leave the place, begged me to make the best of my way home; and turning furiously to him who was brandishing his sword about, he knocked him down with one stroke of a cudgel which he fortunately had in his hand, [Page 170] and snatching his sword from him, he threw it among the bushes.’

‘Upon my word (said Sophia) your William's character rises upon me every moment: this was a very gallant action, and I do not wonder at your liking him now.’

‘Ah, Miss (cried Dolly) if you had seen how he looked when he came back to me, if you had heard the fine things he said—Well, you may imagine I thanked him for the kindness he had done me, and he protest­ed he would with pleasure lose his life for my sake. I think I could have listened to him for ever; but now my father ap­peared in sight. My sister had alarmed him greatly with her ac­count of what had happened, and he was coming hastily to my as­sistance, [Page 171] followed by my mother and all the family. As soon as we perceived them coming we mended our pace; for we had walked very slowly hitherto: then it was that Mr. William, who had not spoke so plainly be­fore, told me how much he loved me, and begged I would give him leave to see me sometimes. I replied, that depended upon my father, and this was prudent, was it not, my dear Miss Darn­ley?’

"Indeed it was," answered So­phia, "but what said your lover?"

"He sighed, Madam," resumed Dolly, ‘and said he was afraid my father would not think him worthy of me: he owned he was no otherwise worthy of me than from the great affection he bore me, and then—But here I [Page 172] fear you will think him too bold and perhaps blame me.’

"I hope not," said Sophia.

"Why, Madam," continued Dolly, ‘he took my hand and kissed it a thousand times; and tho' I did all I could to be sure to pull it away, yet he would not part with it, till my father was so near that he was afraid he would observe him; and then he let it go, and begged me in a whisper not to hate him. Bless me, what a strange request that was, Miss Darnley! how could I hate one to whom I had been so greatly obliged! I was ready to burst into tears at the very thought, and told him I was so far from hating him, that—’

‘Pray go on, my dear (said So­phia) observing she hesitated and was silent.’

[Page 173]"I told him, Madam," resumed she, ‘that I would always regard him as long as I lived.—I did not say too much, did I?’

"I suppose," said Sophia, ‘you gave him to understand that it was in gratitude for the service he had done you.’

"To be sure," said Dolly, ‘I put it in that light. Well I am glad you approve of my behavi­our, Miss Darnley; so, as I was telling you, my father came up to us, and thanked Mr. William for having rescued his daughter; he then asked him what he had done with the rude fellow? Mr. William told him he had given him a lucky stroke with his cud­gel, which made him measure his length on the ground; but,’ ‘said he (and sure that shewed excessive good nature) I hope I have not hurt him much:’

[Page 174] ‘My father said he would go and see; and then shaking Mr. William kindly by the hand, he called him a brave youth, and said he hoped they should be better acquainted—Oh! how glad was I to hear him say so: My mother too was vastly civil to him; and as for Fanny, I thought she would have hugged him, she was so pleased with him for his kindness to me. My mother insisted upon his staying to drink tea with us, and as soon as my father came back, we all went in toge­ther.’

‘Pray what became of the poor vanquished knight?’ said Sophia, smiling.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," re­sumed Dolly, ‘that my father said he saw him creeping along as if he was sorely bruised with [Page 175] his fall, supporting himself with his sword, which it seems he had found. We were all glad it was no worse, and Mr. William having accepted my mother's in­vitation, he staid with us till the evening was pretty far ad­vanced; and then my father ac­companied him part of his way home, and at parting, as he told us, desired to see him often.’

‘He was not backward, you may be sure, in complying with his request: he came so often, that my father was surprised; and besides, my sister and I scarce ever went out to walk but we met him; so that one would have imagined he lived in the fields about our house. My mother at last suspected the truth, and questioned me about him, and I told her all that he had ever said to me; and not long after­wards [Page 176] he took an opportunity to open his heart to my father, and asked his permission to make his addresses to me. With such modesty and good sense he spoke, that my father was extremely pleased with him: but told him that he must consult his friends, and know whether they approved of it, and then he would consi­der of his proposal. Mr. William, as he afterwards told me, wrote to his aunt first; for he was well assured that his father would agree to any thing which she thought for his advantage.’

‘He had a very favourable an­swer from Mrs. Gibbons, for she had changed her mind also, with regard to his being an officer, as war was then talked of; and she was afraid of his being sent abroad. He shewed me her let­ter, and she told him in it, that [Page 177] since he was resolved to settle in the country, she approved of his marrying; and was glad he had not fixed his affections upon some homespun farmer's daughter, but had chosen a gen­tlewoman, and one who was well brought up. She added, that she intended to come into the country, in a few weeks; and if she found the young lady (so she called me) answered his description, she would hasten the marriage, and settle us hand­somely.—Oh! how pleased was I with this letter, and how did it rejoice Mr. William!’

‘I should never have done, were I to tell you all the tender things he said to me. Mr. Gibbons, at his son's desire, came to my father, and begged him to give his consent, which he obtained; for my father had well considered [Page 178] the affair before: and nothing was wanting but Mrs. Gibbon's arrival to make us all happy. Mr. William thought every hour an age till she came, and prest her continually in his letters to hasten her journey.’

‘Alas! if he had known what was to happen, he would not have been so impatient; for soon after she came, all our fine hopes were blasted; and I have now nothing to expect but mise­ry.’

CHAP. XIV. Sir Charles makes his appearance again.

POOR Dolly was so oppressed with grief, when she came to this part of her story, that she was unable to proceed, and burst into tears. The tender Sophia, who was greatly affected with the anguish she saw her in, employed every sooth­ing art to comfort her. And Dolly being a little composed, was going to continue her story, when she saw her sister looking about for them; Sophia and she immediately rose up and joined Fanny, who rallied them both upon their fondness for lonely places; but perceiving that Dolly had been weeping, she im­mediately became grave, and ac­commodated her looks and beha­viour [Page 180] to the gentle melancholy of her sister.

Sophia, from the state of her own mind, was but too much dis­posed to sympathize with the love­sick Dolly: these softening conver­sations were ill calculated to banish from her remembrance the first ob­ject of her innocent affections; and who, with all his faults, she still loved. Dolly's story awakened a thousand tender ideas, and recalled to her memory every part of Sir Charles's conduct which had any resemblance to that of the faithful and passionate William.

She dwelt with tender regret up­on these pleasing images, and for a while forgot how necessary it was for her peace, to suppress every thought of Sir Charles, that tended to lessen her just resentment against him.

[Page 181]But, good and pious as she was, the passion she could not wholly subdue, she regulated by reason and virtue; for, as an eminent Divine says, ‘Although it is not in our power to make affliction no af­fliction; yet we may take off the edge of it, by a steady view of those divine joys prepared for us in another state.’

It was quite otherwise with Sir Sir Charles: for the guilty, if un­happy, are doubly so; because they are deprived of those resources of comfort, which the virtuous are sure to find in the consciousness of hav­ing acted well.

Sir Charles, upon finding his set­tlement sent back to him, in such a manner, as shewed not only the most obstinate resolution to reject his offers, but also a settled con­tempt for the offerer, became a prey [Page 182] to the most violent passions: rage, grief, affronted pride, love ill re­quited, and disappointed hope, tor­mented him by turns; nor was jea­lousy without a place in his heart; the chaste, the innocent, the re­served Sophia, became suspected by the man, who in vain attempted to corrupt her; so true it is, that li­bertinism gives such a colour to the actions of others, as takes away all distinction between virtue and vice.

Love, he argued, is either re­warded with a reciprocal affection, or with an inward and secret con­tempt; therefore he imputed So­phia's rejection of his offers, not to her disapprobation of the intention of them, but to want of affection for his person; and from her youth, and the tender sensibility of her heart, he concluded, that since he had failed in making an impression on it, it was already bestowed upon [Page 183] another; one while he resolved to think no more of her, and repay her indifference and disdain with si­lence and neglect; the next mo­ment, dreading lest he had lost her for ever, he regretted his having alarmed her with too early a disco­very of his intentions, and some­times his passion transported him so far, as to make him think seriously of offering her his hand: then start­ing at his own weakness, and ap­prehensive of the consequences, he sought to arm himself against that tenderness which suggested so mad a design, by reflecting on her indif­ference towards him, and account­ing for it in such a manner, as fix­ed the sharpest stings of jealousy in his mind.

Thus various and perplexed were his thoughts and designs; and he was incapable of resolving upon any thing, except to see her; and so [Page 184] was his impatience, that he would have set out for London the mo­ment he received the fatal paper, but decency would not permit him to leave his uncle, who was in a dying condition, and wished only to expire in his arms.

The poor man, however, linger­ed a week longer, during which Sir Charles passed some of the most melancholy hours he had ever known; at length his uncle's death left him at liberty to return to Lon­don, which he did immediately, and alighted at Mrs. Darnley's house. Upon hearing she was at home, he did not send in his name, but walked up stairs with a beating heart; he found Mrs. Darnley and Harriot together, but not seeing the person whom he only wished to see, he cast a melancholy look round the room, and answering, in a confused and dejected manner, the mother's [Page 185] excessive politeness, and the cold civility of the daughter, he threw himself into a chair with a deep sigh, and was silent.

So evident a discomposure pleased Mrs. Darnley as much as it mor­tified Harriot. As for Sir Charles, pride and resentment hindered him at first from enquiring for Sophia; but his anxiety and impatience to hear of her, soon prevailed over all other considerations; and though he asked for her with an affected care­lessness, yet his eyes, and the tone of his voice betrayed him.

Mrs. Darnley told him, that she was gone into the country: ‘Very much against my inclination,’ said she: ‘but Mr. Herbert, who you know, Sir, has great power over her, more I think than I have, would have it so.’

Sir Charles growing pale as death, replied, in great emotion, ‘What! [Page 186] gone into the country? Where is she gone? to whom? why did she go? Against your inclina­tion, did you say, Madam? what could possibly induce her to this? You surprize me excessively.’

Harriot, who did not chuse to be present at the explanation of this affair, now rose up, and went out of the room, smiling sarcastically, as she passed by Sir Charles, and bridling with all the triumph of conscious beauty. He, who was in a bad humour, beheld her airs not only with indifference but con­tempt, which he suffered to appear pretty plain in his countenance; for he thought it but just to mortify her for her ill usage of her sister, with­out considering that he himself was far more guilty, in that respect, towards the amiable Sophia, and equally deserved to be hated by her.

[Page 187]When Harriot was gone, Mrs. Darnley instantly renewed the con­versation concerning Sophia; and finding that the young baronet list­ened to her, with eager attention, she gave him a full account of all that had happened during his ab­sence: she represented Sophia as hav­ing followed implicitly the direc­tions of Mr. Herbert, whom she called a busy, meddling, officious, old man; and as the behaviour of her daughter, at her going away, gave sufficient room to believe, that her heart suffered greatly by the ef­fort she made, she dwelt upon every circumstance that tended to shew the concern she was under; and did not scruple to exaggerate, where she thought it would be pleasing.

Sir Charles, though he inwardly rejoiced at what he heard, yet dis­sembled so well, that no signs of it appeared in his countenance. He [Page 188] now seemed to listen with much indifference, and coldly said, he was sorry Miss Sophia would not permit him to make her easy.

The tranquillity he affected, a­larmed Mrs. Darnley: she who was ever ready to judge by appearances, concluded that all was over, and that the baronet was irrecoverably lost; but had her judgment been more acute, she would have per­ceived, that he was still deeply in­terested in every thing that related to Sophia. The questions he ask­ed were not such as curiosity sug­gests, but the tender anxiety of doubting love. Mrs. Darnley in­formed him of all he wished to hear; Sophia had indeed fled from him, but not without reluctance and grief: she was at present re­moved from his sight, but she was removed to silence and solitude; and she carried with her a fond im­pression, [Page 189] which solitude would not fail to increase.

Thus satisfied, he put an end to his visit, with all imaginable com­posure, leaving Mrs. Darnley in doubt, whether she should see him again, and more enraged than ever with Mr. Herbert, whose fatal coun­sels had overthrown all her hopes.

CHAP. XV. Dolly meets her Lover unexpectedly.

IT was not long before Sophia had an account of Sir Charles's visit from her mother, who, for­getting the part she had acted be­fore, wrote her a letter full of in­vectives against her obstinacy and disobedience, and bitter upbraid­ings of her folly, for losing by her ill-timed pride the heart of such a man as Sir Charles.

She told her, with a kind of ex­ultation, that he had entirely for­gotten her, and repeated every cir­cumstance of his behaviour while he was with her, and every word he had spoke, as all tending to shew his indifference; but though this was done to mortify Sophia, and make her repent of her precipitate [Page 191] departure, yet her discernment, and that facility which lovers have, in flattering their own wishes, pointed out to her many things in this minute relation, which served rather to nourish hope than destroy it.

Mrs. Darnley added, as the fi­nishing stroke, that Sir Charles looked pale and thin; she attribut­ed this alteration in his health to efforts he had made to banish her from his heart, and thence inferred that a resolution which had cost him so much trouble to confirm, would not be easily broke through; and that she had no reason to ex­pect he would ever desire to see her more.

Sophia could not read this part of the letter without tears, tears that flowed from tender sensibility, accompanied with a sensation which was neither grief nor joy, but com­posed [Page 192] of both: that Sir Charles should resolve to forget her was in­deed afflicting, but that this reso­lution should cost him struggles so painful as to affect his health, could not but raise her depressed hopes, since it shewed the difficulty of the attempt, and consequently that the success was doubtful.

This letter gave so much employ­ment to her thoughts, that to be at liberty to indulge them she took her evening walk without sollicit­ing the company of her beloved Dolly, and wandered far into the wood, attracted by those romantic shades which afford such soothing pleasure to a love-sick mind. Here, while she meditated on her mother's letter, and read it over and over, still seeking, and still finding some­thing new in it to engage her at­tention, she heard the voices of some persons talking behind her, [Page 193] and suddenly recollecting Dolly's adventure, she began to be alarmed at the distance to which she had unwarily strayed, and turned her steps hastily towards home.

Mean time a sudden gust of wind blew off her hat, and carried it se­veral paces back: she turned, in order to recover it, and saw it taken up by a genteel young man, who on a nearer approach she knew to be the lover of her young friend. Pleased at this encounter, she ad­vanced to receive her hat from him, which he gave her with a blushing grace, awed by the dignity of her mein, and that sparkling in­telligence which beamed in her eyes, and seemed to penetrate into his inmost soul; for Sophia, who was deeply interested for her inno­cent and unhappy friend, consider­ed him attentively, and was desi­rous of entering into some conver­sation [Page 194] with him, that she might be enabled to form a more exact judg­ment of his understanding and manners than she could from the accounts of the partial Dolly.

While she was talking to him they were joined by an ancient gen­tlewoman, who accosting Sophia, told her in an affected style and for­mal accent, that her nephew was very happy in having had an oppor­tunity to do her this little piece of service.

Sophia, who saw an old woman, apparently opprest with the infirmi­ties of years, drest in all the ridi­culous foppery of the last age, was so little pleased with her, that she would have answered this compli­ment with great coldness, had not the desire and hope of being ser­viceable to her friend made her conquer her growing disgust; she therefore resolved to improve this [Page 195] opportunity of commencing an ac­quaintance with the aunt of young William, and met her advances with her usual sweetness and affa­bility, so that the old woman was quite charmed with her; and be­ing very desirous to gain her good opinion, and to shew her breeding, of which she was extremely vain, overwhelmed her with troublesome ceremony; and, to display her un­derstanding, of which she was e­qually proud, murdered so many hard words, that her discourse was scarcely intelligible.

Sophia would fain have drawn in the youth to partake of their con­versation, but his aunt's volubility left him very little to say; yet in that little Sophia thought she dis­covered both good sense and polite­ness.

The evening being now pretty far advanced, Sophia thought it time [Page 196] to separate, and took leave of her new acquaintance. Their parting was protracted by so many courte­sies and compliments from the old lady, that her patience was almost wearied out; at last she got free from her, and quickened her pace towards home, when on a sudden she heard her in a tremulous voice calling out, ‘Madam, madam, pray stop one moment.’ Sophia look­ed back, and seeing Mrs. Gibbons come tottering up to her with more speed than was consistent with her weakness, she met her half way, and smiling, asked her why she had turned back.

"Oh, madam," replied she, I ‘am ready to sink with confusion! what a solsim in good breeding have I committed! to be sure you will think I have been used to converse with savages only.’ So­phia, [Page 197] not able to guess what this speech tended to, looked at Mr. Gibbons as if she wished for an explanation.

"My aunt, madam," said the youth, (blushing a little at the old woman's affectation,) ‘is concern­ed that you should walk home alone, and that I cannot offer my service to attend you, being obliged to lead her, as you see.’

"That is not all, nephew," said the ceremonious gentlewoman: ‘you do not tell the young lady the true cause of the dilemnia I am in: I would not leave you, madam,’ pursued she, ‘till I saw you safe home, but you live with a family who has affronted me, and I cannot endure to come within sight of the house. I ne­ver can forgive an affront, that would be to shew I do not un­derstand the laws of good breed­ing: [Page 198] but I thank heaven no body can charge me with that, I was very early instituted into polite life; but some people are not to be assessed with.’

"I hope," said Sophia, (scarce able to compose her countenance to any tolerable degree of serious­ness) ‘that none of Mr. Lawson's family have given you cause of complaint: they seem to me in­capable of affronting any one, much more a person that’ —

"Oh, dear madam," interrupted the old lady, courtesying low, ‘you do me a great deal of honour; but you will find, nay you must have observed already, that Mrs. Lawson is vulgar, very vulgar, she knows nothing of decorums.’

‘I am very sorry for this mis­understanding between you,’ said Sophia, ‘and I should think it a very great happiness if I could [Page 199] be any way useful in renewing your friendship.’

"Oh," cried Mrs. Gibbons, ‘you might as well think of join­ing the Antipoles, madam, as of bringing us together again; and I am grieved beyond measure when I think that it is impossible for me to wait on you.’

"However," answered Sophia, ‘you will have no objection, I hope, to my coming to see you.’

‘Oh! I must not admit of that by any means, madam,’ replied Mrs. Gibbons, ‘you came last into the country, and you are entitled to the first visit; I would not for the world break through the laws of politeness; I am sorry you have so indifferent an opinion of my breeding.’

Sophia perceiving that the old gentlewoman was a little discom­posed, [Page 200] for this article of good breed­ing was a tender point with her, endeavoured to bring her into good humour, by some well-timed com­pliments, and once more took leave of her; but Mrs. Gibbons now in­sisted upon her nephew's seeing her safe home, saying, ‘She would rest herself under a tree till he came back.’

Sophia but faintly declined this civility, for she feared to offend her again; and the joy that spark­led in William's eyes when his aunt made this offer of his attend­ance, made her unwilling to disap­point him of the hope of seeing his mistress; so after much ceremony on the part of Mrs. Gibbons, they separated.

As they walked, Sophia took oc­casion to express her concern for the violent resentment his aunt had [Page 201] entertained against Mr. Lawson's family, and which seemed to make a reconciliation hopeless.

The youth told her, that nothing could be more trivial than the ac­cident that had occasioned it; "and yet," pursued he, sighing deeply, ‘slight as it is, the con­sequences are likely to be fatal enough.’

During their conversation Sophia discovered so much good sense and delicacy of sentiment in the young William, that she more than ever pitied the fate of these poor lovers, whose happiness was sacrificed to the capricious temper of an affect­ed old woman: she assured him she would neglect no opportunity to improve her acquaintance with his aunt: "And perhaps," said she, with an inchanting smile, that expressed the benevolence of her heart, ‘I may be so fortunate as [Page 202] to effect a reconciliation between her and my Dolly's family.’

Mr. Gibbons thanked her in transports of joy and gratitude; and now Dolly and her sister, who had walked out in search of Sophia, ap­pearing in sight, she mended her pace, in order to come up with them soon; for in the ardent glances that William sent towards his mistress, she read his impatience to speak to her.

Dolly, who was in the utmost surprise, to see Sophia thus accom­panied, took no notice of William; but avoiding, with a sweet bashful­ness, his earnest and passionate looks, she fixed her eyes on Miss Darnley, as if she wished to hear from her by what chance they had met.

"I know," said Sophia to her smiling, ‘that you did not expect to see me so agreeably engaged; but Mr. Gibbons can inform you [Page 203] how his aunt, whom we left in the forest yonder, and I became acquainted.’ She then addressed some discourse to Fanny, to give the lovers an opportunity of talking to each other.

Dolly asked a thousand questions concerning their meeting, and his aunt's behaviour to Miss Darnley; but the passionate youth leaving it to Sophia to satisfy her curiosity, employed the few moments he had to stay with her in tender assur­ances of his own unaltered affec­tion, and complaints of her in­difference.

"Surely," said Dolly, with tears in her eyes, ‘I ought not to be blamed for obeying my father.’

"Ah, my dear Dolly," replied William, ‘our affections are not in the power of our fathers; [Page 204] and if you hate me now be­cause your father commands you to do so, you never loved me.’

"Hate you," cried Dolly; ‘no, Mr. William, my father never bid me hate you; and if he had I am sure I could not have obey­ed him: he only commanded me to forget you.’

"Only to forget me!" repeated William in a melancholy tone: ‘then you think that little, Dol­ly; and perhaps you will be able to obey him; but be assured I would rather be hated by you than forgotten.’

"That is strange, indeed," said Dolly, smiling through her tears.

‘You would not think it strange,’ replied the youth, in an accent that expressed at once [Page 205] grief and resentment, ‘if you had ever loved. Ah Dolly! are all your tender promises come to this! little did I imagine I should ever see you altered thus! but I will trouble you no more,’ added he, sighing, as if his heart would break; ‘I will endeavour to follow your example: per­haps it is not so difficult a thing as I imagined to cure one's self of love; you have shewn me it is possible, and if I fail in the attempt, I can be but miserable, and that you have made me now.’ As he spoke these words, he turned half from her, and let fall some tears.

Dolly, who had no intention to make him uneasy, was excessively affected with this sight, and not a little alarmed at what he had said: "And will you," said she, in the most moving tone imaginable; ‘[Page 206]will you try to forget me? then indeed you will be false and perjured too, for you have sworn a thousand times that you would love me for ever.’

‘Why should you wish to see me wretched,’ said he; ‘you have resolved to love me no longer, and it is but reasonable that I should try to forget you.’

He would have proceeded in this strain; but turning to look on her, he saw her sweet face overspread with tears. "Oh my Dolly," cried he, ‘we are very cruel to each other; but I am most to blame: can you pardon me, my dearest: say you can; alas, I know I do not deserve it.’

Dolly's heart was so opprest, that she was not able to speak; but she held out her hand to her young lover, who seizing it eagerly, prest it to his lips, ‘Yes, I will love [Page 207] you,’ said he, ‘though you should hate me; I will love you to my latest breath.’

Dolly perceiving Sophia and her sister coming up to them, drew away her hand hastily; but look­ed on him at the same time, with inexpressible tenderness: Sophia told him with a smile, that she was afraid his aunt would be im­patient: upon which he made his bow, and hastened back to her.

CHAP. XVI. Dolly concludes her Story.

FANNY now left her sister alone with Miss Darnley, who perceiving that she had been weep­ing, asked her tenderly the cause. ‘Oh my dear miss, said the poor girl blushing and pressing her hand, if I had but a little of your prudence and good sense, I should obey my father better; but when one has once given one's heart, it is very difficult to recal it.’

"Very true, my dear," said So­phia; ‘therefore one ought not to be in haste to give it.’

"I hope," interrupted Dolly with an anxious look, ‘you have observed nothing in Mr. William to make you change your good opinion of him.’

[Page 209]"Quite the contrary," said So­phia, ‘I believe him to be a good, and I am sure he is a sensible youth: nay more, I believe he has a sincere regard for you; and that,’ pursued she, sighing, ‘is saying a great deal, considering what reason I have to judge un­favourably of men: but, my dear, I would have you keep your passion so far subjected to your reason, as to make it not too difficult for you to obey your father, if he is fully determined to refuse his consent. I know,’ added she, with a gentle smile, ‘That it is easier to be wife for others than for ourselves; but I know it is not impossible for a heart in love to follow the dictates of reason: I think so highly of Mr. Law­son's understanding and goodness, that I am persuaded he would not lay an unreasonable command [Page 210] upon you, and by what I could collect from some hints dropt by Mrs. Gibbons, and the little discourse I had with your lover, the old gentlewoman is wholly to blame.’

"Did Mr. William tell you," said Dolly, ‘what was the occasi­on of their quarrel.’

"No," replied Sophia: ‘I should be glad to hear it from yourself.’

"Well," resumed Dolly, ‘tak­ing her under the arm, let us go to our dear oak then, and there we shall be out of sight; but I am impatient to know how you met, and what conversation you had.’ Sophia satisfied her curi­osity, diverting herself a little with the old lady's hard words, and her strict regard to ceremony.

"Ah," said Dolly, ‘it was those hard words, and the clut­ter [Page 211] she made about ceremony and decorum, that occasioned all our unhappiness; for as I told you, miss, she was well enough pleas­ed with her nephew's choice, saying, that he was in the right to marry like a gentleman, and prefer person and breeding to money: however, soon after she came into the country, she shew­ed herself a little dissatisfied with my education, and said, that as my father was a gentleman and a scholar, he ought to have taught his daughters a little Greek and Latin, to have distinguished them from meer country girls,’

"Your mother, I supppose," said Sophia, ‘laughed at this no­tion.’

"It does not become me," said Dolly, to blame my mother; ‘but to be sure she took great delight in ridiculing Mrs. Gibbons: in­deed [Page 212] it was scarce possible to help smiling now and then at her hard words, and her formal po­liteness; but my mother, as Mr. William often told me with great concern, carried her raillery so far that his aunt would cer­tainly be offended with it at last; and so indeed she was, and grew every day cooler, with regard to the marriage. This disgusted my mother more, so every thing wore a melancholy appearance: at length Mrs. Gibbons broke out one day violently, upon my mother's sending a dish of tea to another gentlewoman before her. I saw a storm in her countenance, and dreading the consequence, I made haste to carry her, her dish myself, but she refused it scorn­fully, and then began to attack my mother in her strange lan­guage, upon her want of breed­ing, [Page 213] and ignorance of the rules of precendency, that was her word. My mother at first only laughed, and rallied; but when the rest of our visitors was gone, and Mrs. Gibbons only remained, the quarrel grew serious. My mother, who was out of patience with her folly, said some severe things, which provoked Mrs. Gib­bons so much, that she rose up in a fury, and declared she would never more any have collection with such vulgar creatures. At that moment my father and Mr. Wil­liam, who had been walking to­gether, came into the room: they both were excessively sur­prised at the disorder which ap­peared among us: and poor Mr. William, who was most appre­hensive, turned as pale as death: he gave me a melancholy look, as fearing what had happened, and [Page 214] had scarce courage enough to ask his aunt what was the matter? Mean time, my mother, in a laughing way gave my father an account of what had happened, repeating some of Mrs. Gibbons's strange words, and made the whole affair appear so ridiculous, that Mrs. Gibbons in a great fu­ry, flung out of the house, de­claring that from that moment she broke of any treatise of mar­riage between her nephew and me; and that if he continued to make his addresses to me, she would make a will, and leave all her money to a distant relation. Mr. William was obliged to fol­low his aunt; but he begged my father's leave to return as soon as he had seen her safe home. When he came back, he implored my father, with tears in his eyes, not to forbid his seeing me: he said [Page 215] the loss of his aunt's fortune would give, him no concern if he durst hope that it would make no alteration in my father's reso­lutions, since his own little in­heritance was sufficient to main­tain us comfortably. My father was pleased with his generous af­fection for me, and said a great many obliging things to him, as did my mother likewise: so that we thought our misfortune not so bad; but the next day old far­mer Gibbons came plodding to our house, and with a great deal of con­fusion and aukwardness, told my father that he was very sorry for what had happened; but sister had changed her mind, and would not let her nephew marry, and he was afraid if he disobliged her she would leave all her money to strangers; so he begged him to give his son no encouragement, [Page 216] but to tell him plainly he must obey his aunt and his father; and he said he was sure his son would mind what my father said to him more than any body else.’

‘I am in pain for poor Mr. Lawson,’ said Sophia. ‘What a boorish speech was this!’

"My father," resumed Dolly, ‘said afterwards, that if it had not been for the concern he felt for me and Mr. William, he should have been excessively diverted with the old man's simplicity; but he answered him gravely, and with great civility: he promised him that the affair should go no farther; that I should receive no more visits from his son; and that he would talk with him, and endeavour to make him sub­mit patiently to what his father and his aunt had determined for him. The old man thanked my [Page 217] father a thousand times over for his kindness, and after a great many bows and scrapes he went away. My father was as good as his word: he laid his com­mands on me to think no more of Mr. William, and forbad me to see or speak to him; and when Mr. William came next, he took him with him into his study, and talked to him a long time. He acknowledged that Mr. William had oftener than once moved him even to tears; but for all that he did not relent, and we were not allowed so much as to speak to each other alone, for fear we should take any measures to meet in private. This I thought very severe,’ pursued Dolly, sigh­ing, ‘we might at least have been indulged in taking leave, since we were to be separated for ever.’

[Page 218]"I cannot blame your father," said Sophia, ‘he was indispensably obliged to act as he did: it is to be wished, indeed, that Mrs. Lawson had passed over the poor woman's follies with more tem­per; but this cannot be helped now: perhaps I may be able to serve you. The old gentlewo­man seems to have taken a liking to me; I shall endeavour to im­prove it, that I may have an op­tunity to soften her: it is not im­possible but this matter may end well yet.’

CHAP. XVII. Mrs. Darnley and Harriot resolve to visit Sophia.

POOR Dolly was ready enough to admit a hope so pleasing, and felt her heart more at ease than it had been a long time. As for William, his aunt's extravagant praises of Sophia, and some ex­pressions which she dropped, inti­mating that she should be pleased if he could make himself accept­able to so fine a lady, hinted to him a scheme which might afford him the means of seeing his mis­tress sometimes: he seemed there­fore to listen with satisfaction to these dark overtures made by his aunt, and upon her speaking still plainer, he said it would be pre­sumption in him to think that a [Page 220] young lady so accomplished as Miss Darnley would look down upon him; and besides, he had no op­portunity of improving an ac­quaintance with her, being for­bid Mr. Lawson's house, at her request.

The old woman, pleased to find he made so little opposition to her desire, told him, ‘That he would have opportunities enough of see­ing and conversing with the lady; she often walks out, said she, either in the forest or the fields about the house: cannot you throw yourself in her way, and accost her politely, as you very well know how; and, to felicitate your success, I will let her know that I am willing to receive the honour of a visit from her, though this is against all the rules of decorum, for it is my part to visit her first, she being [Page 221] the greatest stranger here: you shall deliver my message to her to-morrow yourself.’

The youth replied, coldly, ‘that it was possible he might not meet with her to-morrow: neverthe­less, he would go every day to the forest, and wherever it was likely she would walk, in hopes of see­ing her.’

Mrs. Gibbons, exulting in the hope of mortifying Mrs. Lawson, told her nephew, ‘That if he could succeed in his addresses to miss Darnley, and give her so fine a lady for a niece, she would set­tle the best part of her fortune on him immediately.’

William suffered her to please herself with these imaginations, hav­ing secured the liberty of going un­suspected, and as often as he pleas­ed, to those places where he could see his beloved Dolly; hitherto he [Page 222] had not dared to indulge himself frequently in these stolen inter­views, lest his aunt being inform­ed of them should take measures to engage Mr. Lawson to keep his daughter under a greater restraint; but now he continually haunted the park, the wood, and the fields about Mr. Lawson's house: here he could not fail of often seeing his mistress, and sometimes of speaking to her unobserved by any one.

Dolly never failed to chide him as often as this happened, for thus laying her under a necessity of dis­obeying her father's injunctions; but she took no pains to shun those places where she was almost sure of meeting him; and her chiding was so gentle, that he was convinced she was not greatly offended.

Sophia happening to meet him [Page 223] one morning, while he was thus sauntering about, she enquired for his aunt, and hearing from him how desirous the old gentlewoman was of seeing her, she who was full of her benevolent scheme, and eager to put it in execution, de­layed her visit no longer than till the afternoon.

Mrs. Gibbons considered this as a proof of her nephew's sincerity, and was in so good a humour, that she listened without any signs of displeasure, to the praises which Sophia artfully introduced of Dolly; and even sometimes joined in them. Sophia thought this a very favour­able beginning, and went away full of hope that she should succeed in her design: but while she was thus endeavouring to make others happy, her sister was preparing a new mortification for her.

Sir Charles continued to visit [Page 224] Mrs. Darnley as usual: he passed some hours every day at her house, and while he applauded himself for the steadiness of his resolution, not to follow his mistress, he perceived not his own weakness in seeking every alleviation of her ab­sence. He went to the house where she had formerly dwelt, be­cause every object he saw in it brought her dear idea to his mind: he loved to turn over the books he had seen her read, to sit in those places where she used to sit: he was transported when he saw any thing that belonged to her; and when he was not observed by the inquisitive eyes of Harriot, he in­dulged his own in gazing upon So­phia's picture, faintly as it expressed the attractive graces of the original: he endured the trifling discourse of Mrs. Darnley, and the insipid gaiety of Harriot, and left all other [Page 225] company and amusements to con­verse with them, that he might hear something concerning Sophia; for he had the art, without seeming to design it, to turn the discourse fre­quently upon her, and thus drew from the loquacious mother all he desired to know, without appearing to be interested in it.

Mrs. Darnley knew not what judgment to form of his assiduity in visiting her, and vainly endeavoured to penetrate into his views. As for Harriot, who had no idea of those refinements of tenderness, which influenced Sir Charles's conduct on this occasion, she concluded that her charms had once more enslaved him, and exulted in her fancied conquest the more, as it was a triumph over her sister, who had been the occasion of so many mor­tifications to her.

Nothing is so easy or so fallacious [Page 226] as the belief that we are beloved and admired; our own vanity helps the deceit, where a deceit is in­tended: and a coquet who has a double portion of it, willingly de­ceives herself.

Harriot was now fully persuaded that Sir Charles had forgot Sophia, and was wholly devoted to her. Impatient to insult her with the news of his change, she proposed to her mother to make her a visit: Mrs. Darnley immediately consent­ed, not because she was very desi­rous to see her daughter, but be­cause every thing that wore the face of amusement was always ac­ceptable to her. Sir Charles, upon being made acquainted with their intention, offered to accommodate them with his chariot; and al­though he only desired them coldly to present his compliments to So­phia, yet when he reflected that [Page 227] they would soon see and converse with her, he could not help envy­ing their happiness; and it was with great difficulty he conquered himself so far as to forbear going with them.