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LADY SUSAN
by Jane Austen
CONTENTS
I |
II |
III |
IV |
V |
VI |
VII |
VIII |
IX |
X |
XI |
XII |
XIII |
XIV |
XV |
XVI |
XVII |
XVIII |
XIX |
XX |
XXI |
XXII |
XXIII |
XXIV |
XXV |
XXVI |
XXVII |
XXVIII |
XXIX |
XXX |
XXXI |
XXXII |
XXXIII |
XXXIV |
XXXV |
XXXVI |
XXXVII |
XXXVIII |
XXXIX |
XL |
XLI |
CONCLUSION |
I
Lady Susan Vernon to Mr. Vernon.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mr. Vernon.
Langford, Dec.
Langford, December.
MY DEAR BROTHER,—I can no longer refuse myself the pleasure of profiting by your kind invitation when we last parted of spending some weeks with you at Churchhill, and, therefore, if quite convenient to you and Mrs. Vernon to receive me at present, I shall hope within a few days to be introduced to a sister whom I have so long desired to be acquainted with. My kind friends here are most affectionately urgent with me to prolong my stay, but their hospitable and cheerful dispositions lead them too much into society for my present situation and state of mind; and I impatiently look forward to the hour when I shall be admitted into your delightful retirement.
My dear brother, I can no longer resist the pleasure of accepting your kind invitation from our last meeting to spend a few weeks with you at Churchhill. So, if it’s convenient for you and Mrs. Vernon to have me right now, I hope to be introduced to a sister I've wanted to meet for so long within a few days. My dear friends here are very encouraging for me to extend my stay, but their warm and welcoming nature pulls them too much into social gatherings for my current situation and state of mind. I eagerly look forward to the moment when I can join you in your lovely retreat.
I long to be made known to your dear little children, in whose hearts I shall be very eager to secure an interest. I shall soon have need for all my fortitude, as I am on the point of separation from my own daughter. The long illness of her dear father prevented my paying her that attention which duty and affection equally dictated, and I have too much reason to fear that the governess to whose care I consigned her was unequal to the charge. I have therefore resolved on placing her at one of the best private schools in town, where I shall have an opportunity of leaving her myself in my way to you. I am determined, you see, not to be denied admittance at Churchhill. It would indeed give me most painful sensations to know that it were not in your power to receive me.
I really want to get to know your lovely children, in whose hearts I will be very eager to make an impression. I'll soon need all my strength because I’m about to be separated from my own daughter. The long illness of her dear father stopped me from giving her the attention that both duty and love required, and I have too many reasons to worry that the governess I entrusted her to wasn’t up to the task. So, I've decided to enroll her in one of the best private schools in town, where I can drop her off on my way to you. I'm determined not to be turned away at Churchhill. It would truly hurt me to think that you couldn’t accept me.
Your most obliged and affectionate sister,
S. VERNON.
Your most grateful and loving sister,
S. VERNON.
II
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Langford.
Langford.
You were mistaken, my dear Alicia, in supposing me fixed at this place for the rest of the winter: it grieves me to say how greatly you were mistaken, for I have seldom spent three months more agreeably than those which have just flown away. At present, nothing goes smoothly; the females of the family are united against me. You foretold how it would be when I first came to Langford, and Mainwaring is so uncommonly pleasing that I was not without apprehensions for myself. I remember saying to myself, as I drove to the house, “I like this man, pray Heaven no harm come of it!” But I was determined to be discreet, to bear in mind my being only four months a widow, and to be as quiet as possible: and I have been so, my dear creature; I have admitted no one’s attentions but Mainwaring’s. I have avoided all general flirtation whatever; I have distinguished no creature besides, of all the numbers resorting hither, except Sir James Martin, on whom I bestowed a little notice, in order to detach him from Miss Mainwaring; but, if the world could know my motive there they would honour me. I have been called an unkind mother, but it was the sacred impulse of maternal affection, it was the advantage of my daughter that led me on; and if that daughter were not the greatest simpleton on earth, I might have been rewarded for my exertions as I ought.
You were wrong, my dear Alicia, to think I'd be stuck here for the rest of the winter: it saddens me to say how much you were mistaken, because I've rarely enjoyed three months as much as the ones that just passed. Right now, nothing is going smoothly; the women in the family have united against me. You predicted this would happen when I first arrived at Langford, and Mainwaring is so charming that I had my worries about myself. I remember telling myself, as I drove to the house, “I like this guy, I hope nothing bad happens!” But I was determined to be careful, to remember that I was only four months into being a widow, and to keep a low profile: and I have, my dear. I've only accepted attention from Mainwaring. I've avoided all general flirtation; I've paid no attention to anyone else among the many who come here, except for Sir James Martin, to whom I gave a little attention to distract him from Miss Mainwaring. But, if people knew my true motives there, they would respect me. I've been called an unkind mother, but it was the deep feeling of a mother's love, it was my daughter’s welfare that drove me; and if that daughter weren't the greatest fool on earth, I might have been recognized for my efforts as I should have been.
Sir James did make proposals to me for Frederica; but Frederica, who was born to be the torment of my life, chose to set herself so violently against the match that I thought it better to lay aside the scheme for the present. I have more than once repented that I did not marry him myself; and were he but one degree less contemptibly weak I certainly should: but I must own myself rather romantic in that respect, and that riches only will not satisfy me. The event of all this is very provoking: Sir James is gone, Maria highly incensed, and Mrs. Mainwaring insupportably jealous; so jealous, in short, and so enraged against me, that, in the fury of her temper, I should not be surprized at her appealing to her guardian, if she had the liberty of addressing him: but there your husband stands my friend; and the kindest, most amiable action of his life was his throwing her off for ever on her marriage. Keep up his resentment, therefore, I charge you. We are now in a sad state; no house was ever more altered; the whole party are at war, and Mainwaring scarcely dares speak to me. It is time for me to be gone; I have therefore determined on leaving them, and shall spend, I hope, a comfortable day with you in town within this week. If I am as little in favour with Mr. Johnson as ever, you must come to me at 10 Wigmore street; but I hope this may not be the case, for as Mr. Johnson, with all his faults, is a man to whom that great word “respectable” is always given, and I am known to be so intimate with his wife, his slighting me has an awkward look.
Sir James did make proposals for Frederica to me; however, Frederica, who was meant to be the source of my misery, strongly opposed the match, so I thought it best to put the idea on hold for now. I’ve often regretted not marrying him myself; if he were just a bit less weak, I definitely would. But I have to admit I’m a bit of a romantic about these things, and just having money isn’t enough for me. The whole situation is really frustrating: Sir James is gone, Maria is extremely upset, and Mrs. Mainwaring is unbearably jealous; she’s so jealous and angry with me that, in her rage, I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to reach out to her guardian, if she had a chance to contact him. But there's your husband, my friend; and the nicest thing he did was to cut her off permanently after her marriage. So, please keep his resentment alive, I urge you. We're in a terrible situation now; no household has ever changed so much; the entire group is at odds, and Mainwaring hardly dares speak to me. It’s time for me to leave; I’ve decided to depart from them, and I hope to spend a pleasant day with you in town sometime this week. If I’m still not in Mr. Johnson’s good graces, you’ll need to come see me at 10 Wigmore Street; but I hope that’s not the case, because despite his flaws, Mr. Johnson is a man often called “respectable,” and my close relationship with his wife makes his disregard for me look awkward.
I take London in my way to that insupportable spot, a country village; for I am really going to Churchhill. Forgive me, my dear friend, it is my last resource. Were there another place in England open to me I would prefer it. Charles Vernon is my aversion; and I am afraid of his wife. At Churchhill, however, I must remain till I have something better in view. My young lady accompanies me to town, where I shall deposit her under the care of Miss Summers, in Wigmore street, till she becomes a little more reasonable. She will made good connections there, as the girls are all of the best families. The price is immense, and much beyond what I can ever attempt to pay.
I'm heading to London on my way to that unbearable place, a country village; I'm really going to Churchhill. Please forgive me, my dear friend, but it's my last option. If there were another place in England available to me, I'd choose it. I can't stand Charles Vernon, and I'm wary of his wife. However, I'll have to stay at Churchhill until I find something better. My young lady is coming with me to the city, where I'll leave her in the care of Miss Summers on Wigmore Street until she becomes a bit more reasonable. She'll make good connections there, as the girls come from the best families. The cost is huge, far more than I could ever hope to afford.
Adieu, I will send you a line as soon as I arrive in town.
Goodbye, I'll send you a message as soon as I get to town.
Yours ever,
S. VERNON.
Yours always,
S. VERNON.
III
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Mother,—I am very sorry to tell you that it will not be in our power to keep our promise of spending our Christmas with you; and we are prevented that happiness by a circumstance which is not likely to make us any amends. Lady Susan, in a letter to her brother-in-law, has declared her intention of visiting us almost immediately; and as such a visit is in all probability merely an affair of convenience, it is impossible to conjecture its length. I was by no means prepared for such an event, nor can I now account for her ladyship’s conduct; Langford appeared so exactly the place for her in every respect, as well from the elegant and expensive style of living there, as from her particular attachment to Mr. Mainwaring, that I was very far from expecting so speedy a distinction, though I always imagined from her increasing friendship for us since her husband’s death that we should, at some future period, be obliged to receive her. Mr. Vernon, I think, was a great deal too kind to her when he was in Staffordshire; her behaviour to him, independent of her general character, has been so inexcusably artful and ungenerous since our marriage was first in agitation that no one less amiable and mild than himself could have overlooked it all; and though, as his brother’s widow, and in narrow circumstances, it was proper to render her pecuniary assistance, I cannot help thinking his pressing invitation to her to visit us at Churchhill perfectly unnecessary. Disposed, however, as he always is to think the best of everyone, her display of grief, and professions of regret, and general resolutions of prudence, were sufficient to soften his heart and make him really confide in her sincerity; but, as for myself, I am still unconvinced, and plausibly as her ladyship has now written, I cannot make up my mind till I better understand her real meaning in coming to us. You may guess, therefore, my dear madam, with what feelings I look forward to her arrival. She will have occasion for all those attractive powers for which she is celebrated to gain any share of my regard; and I shall certainly endeavour to guard myself against their influence, if not accompanied by something more substantial. She expresses a most eager desire of being acquainted with me, and makes very gracious mention of my children but I am not quite weak enough to suppose a woman who has behaved with inattention, if not with unkindness, to her own child, should be attached to any of mine. Miss Vernon is to be placed at a school in London before her mother comes to us which I am glad of, for her sake and my own. It must be to her advantage to be separated from her mother, and a girl of sixteen who has received so wretched an education, could not be a very desirable companion here. Reginald has long wished, I know, to see the captivating Lady Susan, and we shall depend on his joining our party soon. I am glad to hear that my father continues so well; and am, with best love, &c.,
My dear Mother, — I'm really sorry to tell you that we won’t be able to keep our promise of spending Christmas with you. We're being denied that joy by a situation that isn’t likely to make up for it. Lady Susan has written to her brother-in-law, announcing her intention to visit us almost immediately; and since this visit is likely just for convenience, we can’t guess how long it will last. I wasn’t at all prepared for this, and I can't explain her behavior now. Langford seemed like the perfect place for her in every way, both because of its elegant and lavish lifestyle and her attachment to Mr. Mainwaring, so I was not expecting such a quick change. However, I always thought that with her growing friendship toward us since her husband's death, we would eventually have to host her. I believe Mr. Vernon was far too kind to her during his time in Staffordshire; her actions towards him, aside from her overall character, have been unforgivably manipulative and unkind since our marriage was first discussed, and anyone less kind than he would have been unable to overlook it. While it was appropriate to offer her financial help as his brother's widow in difficult circumstances, I can’t help but think his strong invitation for her to visit us at Churchhill was completely unnecessary. Still, he tends to see the best in everyone, and her display of grief, promises of regret, and general vows of prudence were enough to soften his heart and make him trust her sincerity; but I’m still not convinced. As convincing as her letter may be, I can't form a judgment until I understand her true intentions for coming to us better. So you can imagine, dear Madam, how I feel about her arrival. She will need all her famous charm to earn any regard from me, and I will certainly try to shield myself from her influence unless it’s backed by something more genuine. She expresses a strong desire to get to know me and makes very pleasant comments about my children, but I’m not foolish enough to think a woman who has shown neglect, if not unkindness, toward her own child would care for any of mine. Miss Vernon is going to be placed in a school in London before her mother arrives, which I’m pleased about for both her and myself. It will do her good to be away from her mother, and a girl of sixteen with such a terrible education wouldn’t be a desirable companion here. Reginald has long wanted to meet the charming Lady Susan, and we expect him to join our group soon. I’m glad to hear that my father is still doing well; sending you my best love, etc.
CATHERINE VERNON.
Catherine Vernon.
IV
Mr. De Courcy to Mrs. Vernon.
Mr. De Courcy to Mrs. Vernon.
Parklands.
Parks.
My dear Sister,—I congratulate you and Mr. Vernon on being about to receive into your family the most accomplished coquette in England. As a very distinguished flirt I have always been taught to consider her, but it has lately fallen in my way to hear some particulars of her conduct at Langford: which prove that she does not confine herself to that sort of honest flirtation which satisfies most people, but aspires to the more delicious gratification of making a whole family miserable. By her behaviour to Mr. Mainwaring she gave jealousy and wretchedness to his wife, and by her attentions to a young man previously attached to Mr. Mainwaring’s sister deprived an amiable girl of her lover.
My dear Sister, — I want to congratulate you and Mr. Vernon on about to welcome the most skilled flirt in England into your family. I've always been taught to see her as a very well-known coquette, but recently I've come across some details about her behavior at Langford: it turns out she doesn't just stick to the kind of harmless flirting that most people find acceptable, but aims for the more thrilling satisfaction of making an entire family miserable. Through her actions toward Mr. Mainwaring, she caused jealousy and unhappiness for his wife, and by paying attention to a young man who was previously involved with Mr. Mainwaring’s sister, she took an amiable girl’s lover away from her.
I learnt all this from Mr. Smith, now in this neighbourhood (I have dined with him, at Hurst and Wilford), who is just come from Langford where he was a fortnight with her ladyship, and who is therefore well qualified to make the communication.
I learned all this from Mr. Smith, who is now in this neighborhood (I have had dinner with him at Hurst and Wilford). He just returned from Langford, where he spent two weeks with her ladyship, so he is well qualified to share this information.
What a woman she must be! I long to see her, and shall certainly accept your kind invitation, that I may form some idea of those bewitching powers which can do so much—engaging at the same time, and in the same house, the affections of two men, who were neither of them at liberty to bestow them—and all this without the charm of youth! I am glad to find Miss Vernon does not accompany her mother to Churchhill, as she has not even manners to recommend her; and, according to Mr. Smith’s account, is equally dull and proud. Where pride and stupidity unite there can be no dissimulation worthy notice, and Miss Vernon shall be consigned to unrelenting contempt; but by all that I can gather Lady Susan possesses a degree of captivating deceit which it must be pleasing to witness and detect. I shall be with you very soon, and am ever,
What an incredible woman she must be! I can't wait to meet her, and I will definitely accept your kind invitation so I can get a sense of the enchanting qualities that can do so much—captivating, at the same time and in the same place, the feelings of two men who are both unable to return them—and all of this without the appeal of youth! I'm glad to hear that Miss Vernon isn't going with her mother to Churchhill, as she doesn't even have any manners to recommend her; and according to Mr. Smith's account, she's just as dull as she is arrogant. When pride and ignorance come together, there's nothing worthwhile in their deceit, so Miss Vernon will be left in unwavering disdain; however, from what I've gathered, Lady Susan has an alluring cunning that must be fascinating to observe and uncover. I’ll be with you very soon, and I am always,
Your affectionate brother,
R. DE COURCY.
Your loving brother,
R. DE COURCY.
V
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
I received your note, my dear Alicia, just before I left town, and rejoice to be assured that Mr. Johnson suspected nothing of your engagement the evening before. It is undoubtedly better to deceive him entirely, and since he will be stubborn he must be tricked. I arrived here in safety, and have no reason to complain of my reception from Mr. Vernon; but I confess myself not equally satisfied with the behaviour of his lady. She is perfectly well-bred, indeed, and has the air of a woman of fashion, but her manners are not such as can persuade me of her being prepossessed in my favour. I wanted her to be delighted at seeing me. I was as amiable as possible on the occasion, but all in vain. She does not like me. To be sure, when we consider that I did take some pains to prevent my brother-in-law’s marrying her, this want of cordiality is not very surprizing, and yet it shows an illiberal and vindictive spirit to resent a project which influenced me six years ago, and which never succeeded at last.
I got your note, my dear Alicia, just before I left town, and I'm glad to know that Mr. Johnson didn’t suspect anything about your engagement the night before. It's certainly better to keep him completely in the dark, and since he can be stubborn, he needs to be outsmarted. I arrived here safely and have no complaints about my welcome from Mr. Vernon; however, I can't say the same about his wife. She is definitely well-mannered and has the air of a fashionable woman, but her behavior doesn’t convince me that she has any favorable feelings toward me. I wanted her to be thrilled to see me. I was as charming as I could be on the occasion, but it was all for nothing. She doesn't like me. Of course, when you consider that I did try to prevent my brother-in-law from marrying her, it’s not very surprising that she’s cold toward me, but it does show a petty and vindictive attitude to hold a grudge about something that I was involved in six years ago and that ultimately didn’t even happen.
I am sometimes disposed to repent that I did not let Charles buy Vernon Castle, when we were obliged to sell it; but it was a trying circumstance, especially as the sale took place exactly at the time of his marriage; and everybody ought to respect the delicacy of those feelings which could not endure that my husband’s dignity should be lessened by his younger brother’s having possession of the family estate. Could matters have been so arranged as to prevent the necessity of our leaving the castle, could we have lived with Charles and kept him single, I should have been very far from persuading my husband to dispose of it elsewhere; but Charles was on the point of marrying Miss De Courcy, and the event has justified me. Here are children in abundance, and what benefit could have accrued to me from his purchasing Vernon? My having prevented it may perhaps have given his wife an unfavourable impression, but where there is a disposition to dislike, a motive will never be wanting; and as to money matters it has not withheld him from being very useful to me. I really have a regard for him, he is so easily imposed upon! The house is a good one, the furniture fashionable, and everything announces plenty and elegance. Charles is very rich I am sure; when a man has once got his name in a banking-house he rolls in money; but they do not know what to do with it, keep very little company, and never go to London but on business. We shall be as stupid as possible. I mean to win my sister-in-law’s heart through the children; I know all their names already, and am going to attach myself with the greatest sensibility to one in particular, a young Frederic, whom I take on my lap and sigh over for his dear uncle’s sake.
I sometimes regret not letting Charles buy Vernon Castle when we had to sell it. It was a tough situation, especially since the sale happened right around the time of his wedding. Everyone should understand that it was important to me that my husband’s dignity wasn't diminished by having his younger brother own the family estate. If we could have arranged things to avoid leaving the castle, if we could have lived with Charles and kept him single, I definitely wouldn't have pushed my husband to sell it. But Charles was about to marry Miss De Courcy, and the outcome has proved me right. There are plenty of children here, and what would I have gained from him buying Vernon? My preventing the sale might have left a negative impression on his wife, but where there's a tendency to dislike, a reason will always be found. As for money issues, it hasn’t stopped him from being quite helpful to me. I genuinely like him; he's so easy to take advantage of! The house is nice, the furniture is stylish, and everything shows abundance and taste. Charles is very wealthy, I’m sure; once a man’s name is on a bank's list, he has money to spare. But they don’t know how to spend it, keep very few friends, and only go to London for work. We’re going to be as boring as ever. I plan to win my sister-in-law's affection through the children; I've learned all their names already and I’m going to focus on one in particular, a young Frederic, whom I’ll hold in my lap and sigh over for his dear uncle’s sake.
Poor Mainwaring! I need not tell you how much I miss him, how perpetually he is in my thoughts. I found a dismal letter from him on my arrival here, full of complaints of his wife and sister, and lamentations on the cruelty of his fate. I passed off the letter as his wife’s, to the Vernons, and when I write to him it must be under cover to you.
Poor Mainwaring! I don't need to tell you how much I miss him, how he's always on my mind. When I got here, I found a gloomy letter from him, filled with complaints about his wife and sister, and laments about the cruelty of his fate. I pretended the letter was from his wife to the Vernons, and when I write to him, it has to be through you.
Ever yours,
S. VERNON.
Ever yours,
S. VERNON.
VI
Mrs. Vernon to Mr. De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Mr. De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
Well, my dear Reginald, I have seen this dangerous creature, and must give you some description of her, though I hope you will soon be able to form your own judgment. She is really excessively pretty; however you may choose to question the allurements of a lady no longer young, I must, for my own part, declare that I have seldom seen so lovely a woman as Lady Susan. She is delicately fair, with fine grey eyes and dark eyelashes; and from her appearance one would not suppose her more than five and twenty, though she must in fact be ten years older. I was certainly not disposed to admire her, though always hearing she was beautiful; but I cannot help feeling that she possesses an uncommon union of symmetry, brilliancy, and grace. Her address to me was so gentle, frank, and even affectionate, that, if I had not known how much she has always disliked me for marrying Mr. Vernon, and that we had never met before, I should have imagined her an attached friend. One is apt, I believe, to connect assurance of manner with coquetry, and to expect that an impudent address will naturally attend an impudent mind; at least I was myself prepared for an improper degree of confidence in Lady Susan; but her countenance is absolutely sweet, and her voice and manner winningly mild. I am sorry it is so, for what is this but deceit? Unfortunately, one knows her too well. She is clever and agreeable, has all that knowledge of the world which makes conversation easy, and talks very well, with a happy command of language, which is too often used, I believe, to make black appear white. She has already almost persuaded me of her being warmly attached to her daughter, though I have been so long convinced to the contrary. She speaks of her with so much tenderness and anxiety, lamenting so bitterly the neglect of her education, which she represents however as wholly unavoidable, that I am forced to recollect how many successive springs her ladyship spent in town, while her daughter was left in Staffordshire to the care of servants, or a governess very little better, to prevent my believing what she says.
Well, my dear Reginald, I’ve met this dangerous woman and must give you some description of her, though I hope you’ll soon form your own opinion. She is incredibly pretty; no matter how you might question the charms of a lady who's not exactly young anymore, I must say I’ve rarely seen such a lovely woman as Lady Susan. She has delicate fairness, striking grey eyes, and dark eyelashes; from her appearance, you wouldn’t guess she’s older than twenty-five, though she’s actually ten years older. I certainly wasn’t inclined to admire her, despite always hearing she was beautiful; but I can’t help but feel she has an unusual mix of symmetry, brilliance, and grace. Her way of speaking to me was so gentle, honest, and even affectionate that if I didn’t know how much she’s always disliked me for marrying Mr. Vernon, and considering we had never met before, I might have thought she was a close friend. It’s common, I believe, to associate confidence with flirtation and expect that an audacious approach means an audacious mind; at least, I was ready for an inappropriate level of confidence from Lady Susan; but her expression is genuinely sweet, and her voice and manner are charmingly gentle. I wish it weren’t so, because isn’t this just deceit? Unfortunately, we know her too well. She’s clever and likable, has all the worldly knowledge that makes conversation easy, and speaks very well, with a happy command of language that’s too often used, I believe, to make something wrong seem right. She has almost convinced me that she’s truly devoted to her daughter, even though I’ve long been convinced otherwise. She talks about her with such tenderness and concern, lamenting so much over her neglected education, which she claims was entirely unavoidable, that I have to remind myself how many springs she spent in town while her daughter was left in Staffordshire in the care of servants, or a governess who was barely any better, to keep myself from believing what she says.
If her manners have so great an influence on my resentful heart, you may judge how much more strongly they operate on Mr. Vernon’s generous temper. I wish I could be as well satisfied as he is, that it was really her choice to leave Langford for Churchhill; and if she had not stayed there for months before she discovered that her friend’s manner of living did not suit her situation or feelings, I might have believed that concern for the loss of such a husband as Mr. Vernon, to whom her own behaviour was far from unexceptionable, might for a time make her wish for retirement. But I cannot forget the length of her visit to the Mainwarings, and when I reflect on the different mode of life which she led with them from that to which she must now submit, I can only suppose that the wish of establishing her reputation by following though late the path of propriety, occasioned her removal from a family where she must in reality have been particularly happy. Your friend Mr. Smith’s story, however, cannot be quite correct, as she corresponds regularly with Mrs. Mainwaring. At any rate it must be exaggerated. It is scarcely possible that two men should be so grossly deceived by her at once.
If her manners have such a strong impact on my resentful heart, you can imagine how much more they affect Mr. Vernon’s generous nature. I wish I could feel as reassured as he does that it was truly her choice to leave Langford for Churchhill; and if she hadn’t stayed there for months before realizing that her friend’s lifestyle didn’t fit her situation or feelings, I might have thought that her concern over losing a husband like Mr. Vernon, to whom her own behavior was far from perfect, could temporarily make her want to withdraw. But I can’t forget how long she visited the Mainwarings, and when I think about the different lifestyle she led with them compared to what she must endure now, I can only assume that her desire to improve her reputation by finally following the conventional path was what prompted her to leave a family where she must have been genuinely happy. However, your friend Mr. Smith’s story can’t be entirely accurate since she keeps in regular contact with Mrs. Mainwaring. In any case, it must be exaggerated. It’s hard to believe that two men could be so completely fooled by her at the same time.
Yours, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON
Yours, etc.,
Catherine Vernon
VII
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Alicia,—You are very good in taking notice of Frederica, and I am grateful for it as a mark of your friendship; but as I cannot have any doubt of the warmth of your affection, I am far from exacting so heavy a sacrifice. She is a stupid girl, and has nothing to recommend her. I would not, therefore, on my account, have you encumber one moment of your precious time by sending for her to Edward Street, especially as every visit is so much deducted from the grand affair of education, which I really wish to have attended to while she remains at Miss Summers’s. I want her to play and sing with some portion of taste and a good deal of assurance, as she has my hand and arm and a tolerable voice. I was so much indulged in my infant years that I was never obliged to attend to anything, and consequently am without the accomplishments which are now necessary to finish a pretty woman. Not that I am an advocate for the prevailing fashion of acquiring a perfect knowledge of all languages, arts, and sciences. It is throwing time away to be mistress of French, Italian, and German: music, singing, and drawing, &c., will gain a woman some applause, but will not add one lover to her list—grace and manner, after all, are of the greatest importance. I do not mean, therefore, that Frederica’s acquirements should be more than superficial, and I flatter myself that she will not remain long enough at school to understand anything thoroughly. I hope to see her the wife of Sir James within a twelvemonth. You know on what I ground my hope, and it is certainly a good foundation, for school must be very humiliating to a girl of Frederica’s age. And, by-the-by, you had better not invite her any more on that account, as I wish her to find her situation as unpleasant as possible. I am sure of Sir James at any time, and could make him renew his application by a line. I shall trouble you meanwhile to prevent his forming any other attachment when he comes to town. Ask him to your house occasionally, and talk to him of Frederica, that he may not forget her. Upon the whole, I commend my own conduct in this affair extremely, and regard it as a very happy instance of circumspection and tenderness. Some mothers would have insisted on their daughter’s accepting so good an offer on the first overture; but I could not reconcile it to myself to force Frederica into a marriage from which her heart revolted, and instead of adopting so harsh a measure merely propose to make it her own choice, by rendering her thoroughly uncomfortable till she does accept him—but enough of this tiresome girl. You may well wonder how I contrive to pass my time here, and for the first week it was insufferably dull. Now, however, we begin to mend, our party is enlarged by Mrs. Vernon’s brother, a handsome young man, who promises me some amusement. There is something about him which rather interests me, a sort of sauciness and familiarity which I shall teach him to correct. He is lively, and seems clever, and when I have inspired him with greater respect for me than his sister’s kind offices have implanted, he may be an agreeable flirt. There is exquisite pleasure in subduing an insolent spirit, in making a person predetermined to dislike acknowledge one’s superiority. I have disconcerted him already by my calm reserve, and it shall be my endeavour to humble the pride of these self important De Courcys still lower, to convince Mrs. Vernon that her sisterly cautions have been bestowed in vain, and to persuade Reginald that she has scandalously belied me. This project will serve at least to amuse me, and prevent my feeling so acutely this dreadful separation from you and all whom I love.
My dear Alicia, — It’s very kind of you to pay attention to Frederica, and I appreciate it as a sign of your friendship; however, since I have no doubt about how much you care for me, I’m not expecting you to make such a heavy sacrifice. She’s a dull girl and has nothing special about her. So, I wouldn’t want you to waste a moment of your precious time by inviting her over to Edward Street, especially since every visit takes away from the important matter of her education, which I truly want to focus on while she’s at Miss Summers’s. I want her to play and sing with some flair and a lot of confidence, as she has my hands and arms and a decent voice. I was spoiled in my childhood, so I never had to focus on anything, and as a result, I lack the skills necessary to complete the image of a charming woman. Not that I advocate for the current trend of mastering every language, art, and science. It’s a waste of time to master French, Italian, and German; music, singing, and drawing might get a woman some compliments but won’t add any suitors to her list—grace and demeanor are ultimately what matter most. So, I don’t mean to say that Frederica’s skills should go beyond the basics, and I’m hopeful she won’t be at school long enough to learn anything in depth. I hope to see her married to Sir James within a year. You know the reason for my hope, and it’s certainly a solid one, as school must be very embarrassing for a girl Frederica’s age. Speaking of which, you’d better not invite her any more for that reason, as I want her to feel as uncomfortable as possible in her situation. I’m sure of Sir James whenever I need him and could have him renew his interest with just a note. In the meantime, I’d appreciate your help in preventing him from developing any other attachment when he’s in town. Invite him to your house occasionally and mention Frederica, so he doesn’t forget about her. Overall, I think I’m handling this situation quite well and see it as a great example of careful consideration and affection. Some mothers would have insisted their daughters accept such a great proposal at the first opportunity, but I couldn’t bring myself to force Frederica into a marriage she didn’t want. Instead of taking such a harsh approach, I just want to make it her choice by making her as uncomfortable as possible until she accepts him—but enough about this tiresome girl. You might be surprised at how I’m managing to pass my time here; the first week was unbearable. However, things are getting better now, as our group has expanded to include Mrs. Vernon’s brother, a handsome young man who looks promising in terms of entertainment. There’s something about him that intrigues me—he has a bit of sass and familiarity that I’ll have to teach him to tone down. He’s lively and seems smart, and once I instill a bit more respect for me than his sister’s kind actions have created, he could become a fun flirt. There’s a certain joy in taming a cocky spirit, in getting someone who initially dislikes you to acknowledge your superiority. I’ve already thrown him off balance with my calm demeanor, and I will strive to lower the pride of these self-important De Courcys even further, to show Mrs. Vernon that her sisterly warnings have been pointless, and to convince Reginald that she has unfairly misrepresented me. This plan should at least keep me entertained and distract me from feeling too deeply about this awful separation from you and everyone else I love.
Yours ever,
S. VERNON.
Yours always,
S. VERNON.
VIII
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Mother,—You must not expect Reginald back again for some time. He desires me to tell you that the present open weather induces him to accept Mr. Vernon’s invitation to prolong his stay in Sussex, that they may have some hunting together. He means to send for his horses immediately, and it is impossible to say when you may see him in Kent. I will not disguise my sentiments on this change from you, my dear mother, though I think you had better not communicate them to my father, whose excessive anxiety about Reginald would subject him to an alarm which might seriously affect his health and spirits. Lady Susan has certainly contrived, in the space of a fortnight, to make my brother like her. In short, I am persuaded that his continuing here beyond the time originally fixed for his return is occasioned as much by a degree of fascination towards her, as by the wish of hunting with Mr. Vernon, and of course I cannot receive that pleasure from the length of his visit which my brother’s company would otherwise give me. I am, indeed, provoked at the artifice of this unprincipled woman; what stronger proof of her dangerous abilities can be given than this perversion of Reginald’s judgment, which when he entered the house was so decidedly against her! In his last letter he actually gave me some particulars of her behaviour at Langford, such as he received from a gentleman who knew her perfectly well, which, if true, must raise abhorrence against her, and which Reginald himself was entirely disposed to credit. His opinion of her, I am sure, was as low as of any woman in England; and when he first came it was evident that he considered her as one entitled neither to delicacy nor respect, and that he felt she would be delighted with the attentions of any man inclined to flirt with her. Her behaviour, I confess, has been calculated to do away with such an idea; I have not detected the smallest impropriety in it—nothing of vanity, of pretension, of levity; and she is altogether so attractive that I should not wonder at his being delighted with her, had he known nothing of her previous to this personal acquaintance; but, against reason, against conviction, to be so well pleased with her, as I am sure he is, does really astonish me. His admiration was at first very strong, but no more than was natural, and I did not wonder at his being much struck by the gentleness and delicacy of her manners; but when he has mentioned her of late it has been in terms of more extraordinary praise; and yesterday he actually said that he could not be surprised at any effect produced on the heart of man by such loveliness and such abilities; and when I lamented, in reply, the badness of her disposition, he observed that whatever might have been her errors they were to be imputed to her neglected education and early marriage, and that she was altogether a wonderful woman. This tendency to excuse her conduct or to forget it, in the warmth of admiration, vexes me; and if I did not know that Reginald is too much at home at Churchhill to need an invitation for lengthening his visit, I should regret Mr. Vernon’s giving him any. Lady Susan’s intentions are of course those of absolute coquetry, or a desire of universal admiration; I cannot for a moment imagine that she has anything more serious in view; but it mortifies me to see a young man of Reginald’s sense duped by her at all.
My dear Mother, you shouldn't expect Reginald back for a while. He asked me to tell you that the nice weather has made him decide to accept Mr. Vernon’s invitation to stay longer in Sussex so they can go hunting together. He plans to send for his horses right away, and it's impossible to say when you might see him in Kent. I won't hide my feelings about this change from you, my dear mother, but I think it’s best if you don’t share them with my father, whose excessive worry about Reginald could give him an alarm that might seriously affect his health and mood. Lady Susan has certainly managed, in the span of two weeks, to make my brother like her. In short, I am convinced that his extended stay here is due as much to an attraction to her as to his desire to hunt with Mr. Vernon, and naturally, I can't enjoy his visit as much as I would otherwise because of it. I am, honestly, annoyed by the scheming of this unscrupulous woman; what stronger proof of her manipulative skills can there be than the way she has twisted Reginald’s judgment, which was quite the opposite when he first arrived? In his last letter, he actually shared some details of her behavior at Langford from a gentleman who knows her very well, which, if true, should inspire disgust against her, and Reginald himself seemed to completely believe it. I am sure his opinion of her was as low as it could be for any woman in England; when he first came, it was clear he viewed her as someone unworthy of delicacy or respect, and he felt she would welcome the attention of any man willing to flirt with her. Her behavior, I admit, has been designed to dispel such notions; I have not found the slightest impropriety in her conduct—nothing of vanity, pretense, or frivolity; and she is so charming that I wouldn’t be surprised if he were taken with her had he known nothing about her before this personal acquaintance. However, against all reason and belief, to be so smitten by her, as I’m sure he is, truly astonishes me. His admiration was initially very strong, but it seemed natural, and I didn’t think much of him being impressed by her gentle and delicate manners; but lately, when he’s spoken of her, it’s been with extraordinary praise. Just yesterday, he even said he couldn’t be shocked by any effect such beauty and talent could have on a man’s heart; and when I expressed my concerns about her bad character, he remarked that whatever faults she might have could be attributed to her poor education and early marriage, and that she is overall a remarkable woman. This tendency of his to make excuses for her behavior or to overlook it in the heat of admiration irritates me; and if I didn’t know Reginald feels completely at home at Churchhill and doesn’t need an invitation to extend his visit, I would regret Mr. Vernon inviting him at all. Lady Susan’s motives are clearly those of pure flirtation or a desire for universal admiration; I can’t imagine she has anything more serious in mind. But it frustrates me to see a young man of Reginald’s intelligence being so easily fooled by her.
I am, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
I am, etc.,
Catherine Vernon.
IX
Mrs. Johnson to Lady S. Vernon.
Mrs. Johnson to Lady S. Vernon.
Edward Street.
Edward St.
My dearest Friend,—I congratulate you on Mr. De Courcy’s arrival, and I advise you by all means to marry him; his father’s estate is, we know, considerable, and I believe certainly entailed. Sir Reginald is very infirm, and not likely to stand in your way long. I hear the young man well spoken of; and though no one can really deserve you, my dearest Susan, Mr. De Courcy may be worth having. Mainwaring will storm of course, but you easily pacify him; besides, the most scrupulous point of honour could not require you to wait for his emancipation. I have seen Sir James; he came to town for a few days last week, and called several times in Edward Street. I talked to him about you and your daughter, and he is so far from having forgotten you, that I am sure he would marry either of you with pleasure. I gave him hopes of Frederica’s relenting, and told him a great deal of her improvements. I scolded him for making love to Maria Mainwaring; he protested that he had been only in joke, and we both laughed heartily at her disappointment; and, in short, were very agreeable. He is as silly as ever.
My dearest friend, I congratulate you on Mr. De Courcy’s arrival, and I strongly advise you to marry him. We know his father’s estate is quite substantial and likely entailed. Sir Reginald is in poor health and probably won’t be around much longer. I've heard good things about the young man; and while no one can truly deserve you, my dear Susan, Mr. De Courcy might be worth considering. Mainwaring will surely be upset, but you can easily calm him down; besides, you wouldn’t be obligated to wait for his release. I saw Sir James when he came to town for a few days last week and stopped by several times on Edward Street. I mentioned you and your daughter, and he hasn’t forgotten you at all; I’m sure he would happily marry either of you. I hinted that Frederica might come around and talked a lot about her progress. I chided him for flirting with Maria Mainwaring; he claimed it was all in jest, and we both had a good laugh about her being upset. Overall, we got along quite well. He’s still as silly as ever.
Yours faithfully,
ALICIA.
Best regards,
ALICIA.
X
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
I am much obliged to you, my dear Friend, for your advice respecting Mr. De Courcy, which I know was given with the full conviction of its expediency, though I am not quite determined on following it. I cannot easily resolve on anything so serious as marriage; especially as I am not at present in want of money, and might perhaps, till the old gentleman’s death, be very little benefited by the match. It is true that I am vain enough to believe it within my reach. I have made him sensible of my power, and can now enjoy the pleasure of triumphing over a mind prepared to dislike me, and prejudiced against all my past actions. His sister, too, is, I hope, convinced how little the ungenerous representations of anyone to the disadvantage of another will avail when opposed by the immediate influence of intellect and manner. I see plainly that she is uneasy at my progress in the good opinion of her brother, and conclude that nothing will be wanting on her part to counteract me; but having once made him doubt the justice of her opinion of me, I think I may defy her. It has been delightful to me to watch his advances towards intimacy, especially to observe his altered manner in consequence of my repressing by the cool dignity of my deportment his insolent approach to direct familiarity. My conduct has been equally guarded from the first, and I never behaved less like a coquette in the whole course of my life, though perhaps my desire of dominion was never more decided. I have subdued him entirely by sentiment and serious conversation, and made him, I may venture to say, at least half in love with me, without the semblance of the most commonplace flirtation. Mrs. Vernon’s consciousness of deserving every sort of revenge that it can be in my power to inflict for her ill-offices could alone enable her to perceive that I am actuated by any design in behaviour so gentle and unpretending. Let her think and act as she chooses, however. I have never yet found that the advice of a sister could prevent a young man’s being in love if he chose. We are advancing now to some kind of confidence, and in short are likely to be engaged in a sort of platonic friendship. On my side you may be sure of its never being more, for if I were not attached to another person as much as I can be to anyone, I should make a point of not bestowing my affection on a man who had dared to think so meanly of me. Reginald has a good figure and is not unworthy the praise you have heard given him, but is still greatly inferior to our friend at Langford. He is less polished, less insinuating than Mainwaring, and is comparatively deficient in the power of saying those delightful things which put one in good humour with oneself and all the world. He is quite agreeable enough, however, to afford me amusement, and to make many of those hours pass very pleasantly which would otherwise be spent in endeavouring to overcome my sister-in-law’s reserve, and listening to the insipid talk of her husband. Your account of Sir James is most satisfactory, and I mean to give Miss Frederica a hint of my intentions very soon.
I really appreciate your advice about Mr. De Courcy, my dear friend. I know you offered it firmly believing it would be beneficial, but I'm not completely sure I'll follow it. I'm hesitant about something as serious as marriage, especially since I don’t currently need money and I might not gain much from the relationship until the old gentleman passes away. It’s true that I’m vain enough to think it’s within my reach. I’ve made him aware of my influence, and I now find enjoyment in triumphing over someone who is already inclined to dislike me and has biases against my past actions. I hope his sister realizes that negative portrayals of others aren’t very effective when countered by strong intellect and personality. I can see she’s uncomfortable with my growing connection with her brother, and I expect she’ll do everything to undermine me, but since I’ve already shaken her belief in her opinion of me, I think I can stand my ground against her. It’s been delightful to watch his attempts to become closer, especially noting how he’s changed his demeanor due to my cool, dignified approach that has deterred his inappropriate familiarity. I've been careful in my conduct from the start, and I’ve never acted less like a flirt in my life, even though my desire for control has never been stronger. I’ve captivated him entirely through meaningful conversations, and I can confidently say he’s at least half in love with me without any hint of typical flirting. The only thing that might make Mrs. Vernon realize I have a motive behind my gentle and unpretentious behavior is her own awareness of her ill intentions towards me. Let her think and act as she wishes. I’ve never found that a sister’s advice can stop a young man from being in love if he decides to be. We’re moving towards a kind of trust and are likely to develop a sort of platonic friendship. Just so you know, it will stay just that on my end because if I weren't attached to someone else as much as I can be, I would make it a point not to give my affection to a man who has thought so poorly of me. Reginald has a good build and is not undeserving of the praise you've heard about him, but he is still far less impressive than our friend at Langford. He’s less refined and charming than Mainwaring and doesn’t have the knack for saying those lovely things that boost one's mood and optimism. However, he’s agreeable enough to provide me some entertainment and make many hours enjoyable that would otherwise be spent trying to break through my sister-in-law’s reserve and listening to her husband’s dull conversations. Your description of Sir James is really encouraging, and I plan to hint to Miss Frederica about my intentions very soon.
Yours, &c.,
S. VERNON.
Yours, etc.,
S. VERNON.
XI
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill
Churchill
I really grow quite uneasy, my dearest mother, about Reginald, from witnessing the very rapid increase of Lady Susan’s influence. They are now on terms of the most particular friendship, frequently engaged in long conversations together; and she has contrived by the most artful coquetry to subdue his judgment to her own purposes. It is impossible to see the intimacy between them so very soon established without some alarm, though I can hardly suppose that Lady Susan’s plans extend to marriage. I wish you could get Reginald home again on any plausible pretence; he is not at all disposed to leave us, and I have given him as many hints of my father’s precarious state of health as common decency will allow me to do in my own house. Her power over him must now be boundless, as she has entirely effaced all his former ill-opinion, and persuaded him not merely to forget but to justify her conduct. Mr. Smith’s account of her proceedings at Langford, where he accused her of having made Mr. Mainwaring and a young man engaged to Miss Mainwaring distractedly in love with her, which Reginald firmly believed when he came here, is now, he is persuaded, only a scandalous invention. He has told me so with a warmth of manner which spoke his regret at having believed the contrary himself. How sincerely do I grieve that she ever entered this house! I always looked forward to her coming with uneasiness; but very far was it from originating in anxiety for Reginald. I expected a most disagreeable companion for myself, but could not imagine that my brother would be in the smallest danger of being captivated by a woman with whose principles he was so well acquainted, and whose character he so heartily despised. If you can get him away it will be a good thing.
I’m really starting to feel uneasy, my dear mother, about Reginald, seeing how quickly Lady Susan’s influence is growing. They’re now very close friends, often having long conversations together, and she’s cleverly manipulated his judgment to serve her purposes. It’s hard not to feel alarmed seeing how quickly their intimacy has developed, even though I can hardly believe that Lady Susan’s plans go as far as marriage. I wish you could bring Reginald home for any believable reason; he’s really not inclined to leave us, and I’ve dropped him as many hints about my father’s unstable health as decency allows in my own house. Her power over him must be limitless now, as she has completely erased all his previous negative opinions and convinced him not only to forget but to justify her behavior. Mr. Smith's account of her actions at Langford, where he accused her of making Mr. Mainwaring and a young man engaged to Miss Mainwaring hopelessly in love with her—something Reginald firmly believed when he arrived here—is now, he’s convinced, just a scandalous lie. He’s told me this with such passion that it shows his regret for having believed otherwise. How truly I wish she had never come into this house! I always looked forward to her visit with unease, but it was certainly not because of worry for Reginald. I anticipated an extremely unpleasant companion for myself, but I never thought my brother would be in any danger of being charmed by a woman whose principles he knew so well and whose character he despised so completely. If you can get him away, that would be a good thing.
Yours, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
Yours, etc.,
Catherine Vernon.
XII
Sir Reginald De Courcy to his Son.
Sir Reginald De Courcy to his Son.
Parklands.
Park areas.
I know that young men in general do not admit of any enquiry even from their nearest relations into affairs of the heart, but I hope, my dear Reginald, that you will be superior to such as allow nothing for a father’s anxiety, and think themselves privileged to refuse him their confidence and slight his advice. You must be sensible that as an only son, and the representative of an ancient family, your conduct in life is most interesting to your connections; and in the very important concern of marriage especially, there is everything at stake—your own happiness, that of your parents, and the credit of your name. I do not suppose that you would deliberately form an absolute engagement of that nature without acquainting your mother and myself, or at least, without being convinced that we should approve of your choice; but I cannot help fearing that you may be drawn in, by the lady who has lately attached you, to a marriage which the whole of your family, far and near, must highly reprobate. Lady Susan’s age is itself a material objection, but her want of character is one so much more serious, that the difference of even twelve years becomes in comparison of small amount. Were you not blinded by a sort of fascination, it would be ridiculous in me to repeat the instances of great misconduct on her side so very generally known.
I know that young men usually don’t like to discuss their romantic lives, even with their closest family. But I hope, my dear Reginald, that you can rise above those who ignore a father's worries and feel entitled to keep their feelings to themselves while dismissing his advice. You must understand that as an only son and the heir to an old family, your choices in life matter a lot to your relatives. And especially in the crucial matter of marriage, so much is at stake—your happiness, your parents' happiness, and your family’s reputation. I can’t believe you would make such a serious commitment without informing your mother and me, or at least without being sure we would support your choice. However, I worry that you might be led into a marriage with the woman who has recently caught your attention, a choice that your entire family would strongly disapprove of. Lady Susan's age is already a significant issue, but her lack of integrity is an even more serious concern, making the difference of just twelve years seem trivial. If you weren’t so captivated, it would be absurd for me to mention the numerous examples of her misconduct that are well known.
Her neglect of her husband, her encouragement of other men, her extravagance and dissipation, were so gross and notorious that no one could be ignorant of them at the time, nor can now have forgotten them. To our family she has always been represented in softened colours by the benevolence of Mr. Charles Vernon, and yet, in spite of his generous endeavours to excuse her, we know that she did, from the most selfish motives, take all possible pains to prevent his marriage with Catherine.
Her neglect of her husband, her encouragement of other men, her extravagant spending and partying, were so blatant and well-known that no one could have been unaware of them back then, nor can anyone forget them now. In our family, she has always been portrayed in a more sympathetic light thanks to the kindness of Mr. Charles Vernon, and yet, despite his efforts to defend her, we know that she, driven by her own selfish reasons, did everything she could to stop him from marrying Catherine.
My years and increasing infirmities make me very desirous of seeing you settled in the world. To the fortune of a wife, the goodness of my own will make me indifferent, but her family and character must be equally unexceptionable. When your choice is fixed so that no objection can be made to it, then I can promise you a ready and cheerful consent; but it is my duty to oppose a match which deep art only could render possible, and must in the end make wretched. It is possible her behaviour may arise only from vanity, or the wish of gaining the admiration of a man whom she must imagine to be particularly prejudiced against her; but it is more likely that she should aim at something further. She is poor, and may naturally seek an alliance which must be advantageous to herself; you know your own rights, and that it is out of my power to prevent your inheriting the family estate. My ability of distressing you during my life would be a species of revenge to which I could hardly stoop under any circumstances.
My age and growing health issues make me very eager to see you settled in life. As for your future wife, her wealth doesn't matter to me as much as her family and character being above reproach. Once you're sure of your choice and there's no reason to object, I can promise you my full support. But I have to oppose a relationship that only clever manipulation could make work, and which would ultimately lead to unhappiness. It's possible that her behavior is just driven by vanity or a desire to win the admiration of someone she thinks doesn't like her. However, it's more likely she has further ambitions. She is poor and might naturally be looking for a union that benefits her. You know your own rights, and I can’t prevent you from inheriting the family estate. Finding ways to distress you while I'm alive would be a kind of revenge I could hardly stoop to, no matter the situation.
I honestly tell you my sentiments and intentions: I do not wish to work on your fears, but on your sense and affection. It would destroy every comfort of my life to know that you were married to Lady Susan Vernon; it would be the death of that honest pride with which I have hitherto considered my son; I should blush to see him, to hear of him, to think of him. I may perhaps do no good but that of relieving my own mind by this letter, but I felt it my duty to tell you that your partiality for Lady Susan is no secret to your friends, and to warn you against her. I should be glad to hear your reasons for disbelieving Mr. Smith’s intelligence; you had no doubt of its authenticity a month ago. If you can give me your assurance of having no design beyond enjoying the conversation of a clever woman for a short period, and of yielding admiration only to her beauty and abilities, without being blinded by them to her faults, you will restore me to happiness; but, if you cannot do this, explain to me, at least, what has occasioned so great an alteration in your opinion of her.
I honestly share my feelings and intentions with you: I don’t want to play on your fears, but rather appeal to your good sense and affection. It would ruin every comfort in my life to know that you were married to Lady Susan Vernon; it would destroy the pride I’ve had in my son. I would feel embarrassed to see him, hear about him, or think about him. I might not accomplish anything other than clearing my own mind by writing this letter, but I felt it was my duty to let you know that your fondness for Lady Susan is well-known among your friends, and to caution you against her. I would like to hear your reasons for not believing Mr. Smith’s information; you certainly trusted it a month ago. If you can assure me that you have no intention beyond enjoying the company of a smart woman for a little while and are only admiring her beauty and talents without ignoring her flaws, you’ll bring me back to happiness. But if you can’t do that, please at least explain why your opinion of her has changed so much.
I am, &c., &c,
REGINALD DE COURCY
I am, etc., etc.,
REGINALD DE COURCY
XIII
Lady De Courcy to Mrs. Vernon.
Lady De Courcy to Mrs. Vernon.
Parklands.
Parks.
My dear Catherine,—Unluckily I was confined to my room when your last letter came, by a cold which affected my eyes so much as to prevent my reading it myself, so I could not refuse your father when he offered to read it to me, by which means he became acquainted, to my great vexation, with all your fears about your brother. I had intended to write to Reginald myself as soon as my eyes would let me, to point out, as well as I could, the danger of an intimate acquaintance, with so artful a woman as Lady Susan, to a young man of his age, and high expectations. I meant, moreover, to have reminded him of our being quite alone now, and very much in need of him to keep up our spirits these long winter evenings. Whether it would have done any good can never be settled now, but I am excessively vexed that Sir Reginald should know anything of a matter which we foresaw would make him so uneasy. He caught all your fears the moment he had read your letter, and I am sure he has not had the business out of his head since. He wrote by the same post to Reginald a long letter full of it all, and particularly asking an explanation of what he may have heard from Lady Susan to contradict the late shocking reports. His answer came this morning, which I shall enclose to you, as I think you will like to see it. I wish it was more satisfactory; but it seems written with such a determination to think well of Lady Susan, that his assurances as to marriage, &c., do not set my heart at ease. I say all I can, however, to satisfy your father, and he is certainly less uneasy since Reginald’s letter. How provoking it is, my dear Catherine, that this unwelcome guest of yours should not only prevent our meeting this Christmas, but be the occasion of so much vexation and trouble! Kiss the dear children for me.
My dear Catherine,—Unfortunately, I was stuck in my room when your last letter arrived, dealing with a cold that made my eyes too sensitive to read it myself. So, when your father offered to read it to me, I couldn't say no, which meant he ended up knowing, to my great annoyance, all about your worries concerning your brother. I had planned to write to Reginald as soon as my eyes would allow, to explain, as best as I could, the risks of getting too close to such a cunning woman as Lady Susan, especially for a young man like him with his prospects. Additionally, I wanted to remind him that we are all alone now and really need him to lift our spirits during these long winter evenings. Whether it would have made a difference is something we can never determine now, but I’m really upset that Sir Reginald is aware of something that we knew would disturb him. He picked up on all your worries the moment he read your letter, and I’m sure it’s been weighing on his mind ever since. He wrote a long letter to Reginald in the same mail, full of concerns, especially asking for an explanation regarding anything he might have heard from Lady Susan that could refute the recent troubling rumors. His response arrived this morning, and I’ll include it for you to see. I wish it were more reassuring; it seems written with such a strong desire to believe the best about Lady Susan that his reassurances about marriage, etc., don’t really put my mind at ease. I’m doing my best to assure your father, and he does seem a bit less anxious since Reginald’s letter. It’s so annoying, my dear Catherine, that this unwelcome visitor of yours not only prevents us from meeting this Christmas but also causes so much distress and trouble! Kiss the dear children for me.
Your affectionate mother,
C. DE COURCY.
Your loving mom,
C. DE COURCY.
XIV
Mr. De Courcy to Sir Reginald.
Mr. De Courcy to Sir Reginald.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Sir,—I have this moment received your letter, which has given me more astonishment than I ever felt before. I am to thank my sister, I suppose, for having represented me in such a light as to injure me in your opinion, and give you all this alarm. I know not why she should choose to make herself and her family uneasy by apprehending an event which no one but herself, I can affirm, would ever have thought possible. To impute such a design to Lady Susan would be taking from her every claim to that excellent understanding which her bitterest enemies have never denied her; and equally low must sink my pretensions to common sense if I am suspected of matrimonial views in my behaviour to her. Our difference of age must be an insuperable objection, and I entreat you, my dear father, to quiet your mind, and no longer harbour a suspicion which cannot be more injurious to your own peace than to our understandings. I can have no other view in remaining with Lady Susan, than to enjoy for a short time (as you have yourself expressed it) the conversation of a woman of high intellectual powers. If Mrs. Vernon would allow something to my affection for herself and her husband in the length of my visit, she would do more justice to us all; but my sister is unhappily prejudiced beyond the hope of conviction against Lady Susan. From an attachment to her husband, which in itself does honour to both, she cannot forgive the endeavours at preventing their union, which have been attributed to selfishness in Lady Susan; but in this case, as well as in many others, the world has most grossly injured that lady, by supposing the worst where the motives of her conduct have been doubtful. Lady Susan had heard something so materially to the disadvantage of my sister as to persuade her that the happiness of Mr. Vernon, to whom she was always much attached, would be wholly destroyed by the marriage. And this circumstance, while it explains the true motives of Lady Susan’s conduct, and removes all the blame which has been so lavished on her, may also convince us how little the general report of anyone ought to be credited; since no character, however upright, can escape the malevolence of slander. If my sister, in the security of retirement, with as little opportunity as inclination to do evil, could not avoid censure, we must not rashly condemn those who, living in the world and surrounded with temptations, should be accused of errors which they are known to have the power of committing.
My dear Sir,—I just received your letter, and it's left me more shocked than ever before. I suppose I should thank my sister for portraying me in a way that has damaged your opinion of me and caused you this distress. I don’t understand why she would choose to make herself and her family anxious over an event that no one but her, I assure you, would have believed possible. To suggest such intentions for Lady Susan would undermine her claim to the exceptional understanding that even her harshest critics have never denied. My own reputation for common sense would also drop if I'm suspected of having romantic intentions towards her. Our age difference must be an insurmountable obstacle, and I urge you, my dear father, to calm your mind and stop fostering a suspicion that harms your peace more than it does our relationship. My only reason for staying with Lady Susan is to enjoy, for a short while (as you’ve also stated), the conversation of a highly intellectual woman. If Mrs. Vernon could take my affection for her and her husband into account during my extended visit, she would be doing more justice to all of us; but unfortunately, my sister is so biased against Lady Susan that there’s no hope for convincing her. Out of love for her husband, which is admirable in itself, she cannot forgive the attempts to prevent their union, which have been unfairly seen as selfish by Lady Susan. In this situation, as in many others, the world has unjustly accused that lady by assuming the worst when Lady Susan's motives have been unclear. Lady Susan had received information that seriously misrepresented my sister and led her to believe that the happiness of Mr. Vernon, whom she has always cared for, would be completely ruined by the marriage. This context not only clarifies Lady Susan’s true motives but also absolves her of the blame that has been unfairly heaped upon her. It should also remind us how little we should trust general rumors; no person, no matter how honorable, can escape the damage caused by slander. If my sister, in her secure retreat, with as little chance as desire to do wrong, couldn’t avoid criticism, we shouldn’t hastily judge those who, living in the world and surrounded by temptations, might be accused of faults they are capable of committing.
I blame myself severely for having so easily believed the slanderous tales invented by Charles Smith to the prejudice of Lady Susan, as I am now convinced how greatly they have traduced her. As to Mrs. Mainwaring’s jealousy it was totally his own invention, and his account of her attaching Miss Mainwaring’s lover was scarcely better founded. Sir James Martin had been drawn in by that young lady to pay her some attention; and as he is a man of fortune, it was easy to see her views extended to marriage. It is well known that Miss M. is absolutely on the catch for a husband, and no one therefore can pity her for losing, by the superior attractions of another woman, the chance of being able to make a worthy man completely wretched. Lady Susan was far from intending such a conquest, and on finding how warmly Miss Mainwaring resented her lover’s defection, determined, in spite of Mr. and Mrs. Mainwaring’s most urgent entreaties, to leave the family. I have reason to imagine she did receive serious proposals from Sir James, but her removing from Langford immediately on the discovery of his attachment, must acquit her on that article with any mind of common candour. You will, I am sure, my dear Sir, feel the truth of this, and will hereby learn to do justice to the character of a very injured woman. I know that Lady Susan in coming to Churchhill was governed only by the most honourable and amiable intentions; her prudence and economy are exemplary, her regard for Mr. Vernon equal even to his deserts; and her wish of obtaining my sister’s good opinion merits a better return than it has received. As a mother she is unexceptionable; her solid affection for her child is shown by placing her in hands where her education will be properly attended to; but because she has not the blind and weak partiality of most mothers, she is accused of wanting maternal tenderness. Every person of sense, however, will know how to value and commend her well-directed affection, and will join me in wishing that Frederica Vernon may prove more worthy than she has yet done of her mother’s tender care. I have now, my dear father, written my real sentiments of Lady Susan; you will know from this letter how highly I admire her abilities, and esteem her character; but if you are not equally convinced by my full and solemn assurance that your fears have been most idly created, you will deeply mortify and distress me.
I hold myself accountable for believing the harmful stories made up by Charles Smith that damaged Lady Susan's reputation, as I've come to realize how much they misrepresented her. As for Mrs. Mainwaring's jealousy, that was entirely Charles's fabrication, and his claim that she was interested in Miss Mainwaring’s lover was hardly credible. Sir James Martin had been encouraged by that young lady to pay her some attention, and since he is wealthy, it was clear her intentions were aimed at marriage. It's well known that Miss M. is actively looking for a husband, so no one can pity her for losing the chance to make a decent man utterly miserable due to another woman's greater appeal. Lady Susan had no intent to pursue such a conquest, and upon realizing how much Miss Mainwaring resented her lover’s departure, she decided, despite Mr. and Mrs. Mainwaring’s urgent pleas, to leave the family. I suspect she did receive serious proposals from Sir James, but her decision to leave Langford right after learning of his feelings clears her of any blame in that regard. I’m sure, my dear Sir, you will recognize the truth of this, and you will come to appreciate the character of a very wronged woman. I know that Lady Susan’s arrival at Churchhill was driven solely by the most honorable and kind intentions; her prudence and frugality are commendable, her regard for Mr. Vernon matches his worth, and her desire to earn my sister’s good opinion deserves a better response than it has received. As a mother, she is beyond reproach; her genuine love for her child is evident in placing her in capable hands for proper education. However, just because she doesn’t show the blind and weak favoritism that many mothers do, she’s accused of lacking maternal warmth. Yet, any sensible person will recognize and appreciate her well-directed affection and will join me in hoping that Frederica Vernon becomes more deserving of her mother’s loving care than she has been thus far. I have now expressed my true feelings about Lady Susan, dear father; you will see from this letter how highly I regard her abilities and respect her character. But if you aren’t equally convinced by my full and heartfelt assurance that your worries are completely unfounded, it will deeply hurt and distress me.
I am, &c., &c.,
R. DE COURCY.
I am, etc., etc.,
R. DE COURCY.
XV
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill
Churchill
My dear Mother,—I return you Reginald’s letter, and rejoice with all my heart that my father is made easy by it: tell him so, with my congratulations; but, between ourselves, I must own it has only convinced me of my brother’s having no present intention of marrying Lady Susan, not that he is in no danger of doing so three months hence. He gives a very plausible account of her behaviour at Langford; I wish it may be true, but his intelligence must come from herself, and I am less disposed to believe it than to lament the degree of intimacy subsisting between them, implied by the discussion of such a subject. I am sorry to have incurred his displeasure, but can expect nothing better while he is so very eager in Lady Susan’s justification. He is very severe against me indeed, and yet I hope I have not been hasty in my judgment of her. Poor woman! though I have reasons enough for my dislike, I cannot help pitying her at present, as she is in real distress, and with too much cause. She had this morning a letter from the lady with whom she has placed her daughter, to request that Miss Vernon might be immediately removed, as she had been detected in an attempt to run away. Why, or whither she intended to go, does not appear; but, as her situation seems to have been unexceptionable, it is a sad thing, and of course highly distressing to Lady Susan. Frederica must be as much as sixteen, and ought to know better; but from what her mother insinuates, I am afraid she is a perverse girl. She has been sadly neglected, however, and her mother ought to remember it. Mr. Vernon set off for London as soon as she had determined what should be done. He is, if possible, to prevail on Miss Summers to let Frederica continue with her; and if he cannot succeed, to bring her to Churchhill for the present, till some other situation can be found for her. Her ladyship is comforting herself meanwhile by strolling along the shrubbery with Reginald, calling forth all his tender feelings, I suppose, on this distressing occasion. She has been talking a great deal about it to me. She talks vastly well; I am afraid of being ungenerous, or I should say, too well to feel so very deeply; but I will not look for her faults; she may be Reginald’s wife! Heaven forbid it! but why should I be quicker-sighted than anyone else? Mr. Vernon declares that he never saw deeper distress than hers, on the receipt of the letter; and is his judgment inferior to mine? She was very unwilling that Frederica should be allowed to come to Churchhill, and justly enough, as it seems a sort of reward to behaviour deserving very differently; but it was impossible to take her anywhere else, and she is not to remain here long. “It will be absolutely necessary,” said she, “as you, my dear sister, must be sensible, to treat my daughter with some severity while she is here; a most painful necessity, but I will endeavour to submit to it. I am afraid I have often been too indulgent, but my poor Frederica’s temper could never bear opposition well: you must support and encourage me; you must urge the necessity of reproof if you see me too lenient.” All this sounds very reasonable. Reginald is so incensed against the poor silly girl! Surely it is not to Lady Susan’s credit that he should be so bitter against her daughter; his idea of her must be drawn from the mother’s description. Well, whatever may be his fate, we have the comfort of knowing that we have done our utmost to save him. We must commit the event to a higher power.
My dear Mother,—I'm returning Reginald’s letter and I’m truly happy that it has eased my father’s mind: please tell him so and send my congratulations; but to be honest, it has only convinced me that my brother has no current intention of marrying Lady Susan, not that he isn’t at risk of doing so in three months. He offers a very convincing account of her behavior at Langford; I hope it’s true, but his information must come from her, and I’m more inclined to doubt it than to regret the kind of closeness implied by discussing such matters. I regret having upset him, but I can’t expect better while he’s so determined to defend Lady Susan. He is indeed very harsh to me, yet I hope my judgment of her hasn’t been too quick. Poor woman! Even though I have plenty of reasons for my dislike, I can’t help feeling sorry for her right now, as she’s genuinely distressed and has good reason to be. She received a letter this morning from the lady caring for her daughter, asking that Miss Vernon be removed immediately, as she was caught trying to run away. It’s unclear why or where she intended to go, but since her situation seemed appropriate, it’s quite sad, and of course, very upsetting for Lady Susan. Frederica must be about sixteen and should know better; however, from what her mother suggests, I’m afraid she’s a rebellious girl. She has been quite neglected, though, and her mother should keep that in mind. Mr. Vernon left for London as soon as she decided what to do. He is, if possible, trying to convince Miss Summers to let Frederica stay with her; if he can’t manage that, he’ll bring her to Churchhill for now until another arrangement can be made for her. In the meantime, her ladyship is keeping herself busy by walking in the shrubbery with Reginald, likely trying to evoke all his tender feelings about this troubling situation. She has been talking a lot about it to me. She articulates very well; I worry about being unfair, or I would say, too well to feel so deeply; but I won’t search for her flaws; she could be Reginald’s wife! Heaven forbid it! But why should I see things more clearly than anyone else? Mr. Vernon claims that he has never witnessed such deep distress as hers upon receiving the letter; is his judgment less reliable than mine? She was very reluctant for Frederica to be allowed at Churchhill, justifiably so as it seems a sort of reward for behavior that deserves quite the opposite; but it was impossible to take her anywhere else, and she won’t be here long. “It will be absolutely necessary,” she said, “as you, my dear sister, must understand, to treat my daughter with some strictness while she’s here; a most painful necessity, but I will try to put up with it. I fear I have often been too lenient, but my poor Frederica’s temper can’t handle opposition well: you must support and encourage me; you must stress the need for correction if you see me being too soft.” This all sounds very reasonable. Reginald is so angry with the poor silly girl! Surely it doesn’t reflect well on Lady Susan that he should be so harsh towards her daughter; his opinion must be based on the mother’s portrayal. Well, whatever his fate might be, we can find comfort in knowing we’ve done our best to protect him. We must leave the outcome to a higher power.
Yours ever, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
Yours truly,
CATHERINE VERNON.
XVI
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
Never, my dearest Alicia, was I so provoked in my life as by a letter this morning from Miss Summers. That horrid girl of mine has been trying to run away. I had not a notion of her being such a little devil before, she seemed to have all the Vernon milkiness; but on receiving the letter in which I declared my intention about Sir James, she actually attempted to elope; at least, I cannot otherwise account for her doing it. She meant, I suppose, to go to the Clarkes in Staffordshire, for she has no other acquaintances. But she shall be punished, she shall have him. I have sent Charles to town to make matters up if he can, for I do not by any means want her here. If Miss Summers will not keep her, you must find me out another school, unless we can get her married immediately. Miss S. writes word that she could not get the young lady to assign any cause for her extraordinary conduct, which confirms me in my own previous explanation of it. Frederica is too shy, I think, and too much in awe of me to tell tales, but if the mildness of her uncle should get anything out of her, I am not afraid. I trust I shall be able to make my story as good as hers. If I am vain of anything, it is of my eloquence. Consideration and esteem as surely follow command of language as admiration waits on beauty, and here I have opportunity enough for the exercise of my talent, as the chief of my time is spent in conversation.
Never, my dearest Alicia, have I been so frustrated in my life as I was this morning by a letter from Miss Summers. That dreadful girl of mine has been trying to run away. I had no idea she was such a little troublemaker before; she seemed so sweet and innocent. But after receiving the letter where I stated my intentions regarding Sir James, she actually tried to elope; at least, that’s the only explanation I can come up with for her actions. I suppose she planned to go to the Clarkes in Staffordshire, as she has no other friends. But she will be punished, and she will have him. I’ve sent Charles to the city to settle things if he can, because I definitely don’t want her here. If Miss Summers can’t keep her, you’ll need to find me another school, unless we can get her married right away. Miss Summers wrote that she couldn’t get the young lady to explain her strange behavior, which only supports my own thoughts on it. I think Frederica is too shy and too intimidated by me to spill any secrets, but if her mild uncle can get something out of her, I’m not worried. I trust I’ll be able to tell my side of the story just as well as she can tell hers. If I take pride in anything, it’s my eloquence. Consideration and respect surely follow the command of language just as admiration follows beauty, and here I have plenty of opportunities to exercise my talent, since most of my time is spent in conversation.
Reginald is never easy unless we are by ourselves, and when the weather is tolerable, we pace the shrubbery for hours together. I like him on the whole very well; he is clever and has a good deal to say, but he is sometimes impertinent and troublesome. There is a sort of ridiculous delicacy about him which requires the fullest explanation of whatever he may have heard to my disadvantage, and is never satisfied till he thinks he has ascertained the beginning and end of everything. This is one sort of love, but I confess it does not particularly recommend itself to me. I infinitely prefer the tender and liberal spirit of Mainwaring, which, impressed with the deepest conviction of my merit, is satisfied that whatever I do must be right; and look with a degree of contempt on the inquisitive and doubtful fancies of that heart which seems always debating on the reasonableness of its emotions. Mainwaring is indeed, beyond all compare, superior to Reginald—superior in everything but the power of being with me! Poor fellow! he is much distracted by jealousy, which I am not sorry for, as I know no better support of love. He has been teazing me to allow of his coming into this country, and lodging somewhere near incog.; but I forbade everything of the kind. Those women are inexcusable who forget what is due to themselves, and the opinion of the world.
Reginald is never relaxed unless it’s just the two of us, and when the weather’s nice, we walk around the bushes for hours. Overall, I like him quite a bit; he's smart and has plenty to say, but he can be quite rude and annoying at times. There's this absurd sensitivity about him that demands a full explanation for anything he might hear that reflects badly on me, and he won’t rest until he thinks he understands everything from start to finish. This is one kind of love, but I admit it doesn't really appeal to me. I much prefer the kind and open-hearted nature of Mainwaring, who, firmly believing in my worth, assumes that whatever I do is right; and he looks down on the curious and doubting mindset of someone who seems to always be questioning the validity of their feelings. Mainwaring is, without a doubt, way better than Reginald—better in every way except for being able to be with me! Poor guy! He gets really anxious because of jealousy, which I can’t say I mind, since I know it’s a strong motivator in love. He’s been pestering me to let him come to this country and stay somewhere nearby incog; but I’ve prohibited all of that. Those women are unforgivable who forget what they owe to themselves and what society thinks.
Yours ever,
S. VERNON.
Yours always,
S. VERNON.
XVII
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Mother,—Mr. Vernon returned on Thursday night, bringing his niece with him. Lady Susan had received a line from him by that day’s post, informing her that Miss Summers had absolutely refused to allow of Miss Vernon’s continuance in her academy; we were therefore prepared for her arrival, and expected them impatiently the whole evening. They came while we were at tea, and I never saw any creature look so frightened as Frederica when she entered the room. Lady Susan, who had been shedding tears before, and showing great agitation at the idea of the meeting, received her with perfect self-command, and without betraying the least tenderness of spirit. She hardly spoke to her, and on Frederica’s bursting into tears as soon as we were seated, took her out of the room, and did not return for some time. When she did, her eyes looked very red and she was as much agitated as before. We saw no more of her daughter. Poor Reginald was beyond measure concerned to see his fair friend in such distress, and watched her with so much tender solicitude, that I, who occasionally caught her observing his countenance with exultation, was quite out of patience. This pathetic representation lasted the whole evening, and so ostentatious and artful a display has entirely convinced me that she did in fact feel nothing. I am more angry with her than ever since I have seen her daughter; the poor girl looks so unhappy that my heart aches for her. Lady Susan is surely too severe, for Frederica does not seem to have the sort of temper to make severity necessary. She looks perfectly timid, dejected, and penitent. She is very pretty, though not so handsome as her mother, nor at all like her. Her complexion is delicate, but neither so fair nor so blooming as Lady Susan’s, and she has quite the Vernon cast of countenance, the oval face and mild dark eyes, and there is peculiar sweetness in her look when she speaks either to her uncle or me, for as we behave kindly to her we have of course engaged her gratitude.
My dear Mother,—Mr. Vernon returned on Thursday night, bringing his niece with him. Lady Susan had received a note from him that day, letting her know that Miss Summers had completely refused to let Miss Vernon stay at her academy; we were therefore ready for her arrival and anticipated their visit the entire evening. They arrived while we were having tea, and I’ve never seen anyone look as scared as Frederica when she walked into the room. Lady Susan, who had been crying and showing a lot of agitation at the thought of the meeting, greeted her with perfect composure, without showing any signs of warmth. She hardly spoke to her, and when Frederica broke into tears as soon as we sat down, she took her out of the room and didn’t come back for a while. When she did return, her eyes were very red, and she was just as upset as before. We didn’t see her daughter again. Poor Reginald was extremely concerned to see his lovely friend so distressed and watched her with such tender care that I, who occasionally caught her looking at him with delight, was quite fed up. This sad scene lasted the entire evening, and such an obvious and calculated display has completely convinced me that she really felt nothing. I’m more upset with her than ever since I’ve seen her daughter; the poor girl looks so miserable that my heart breaks for her. Lady Susan is definitely too harsh, as Frederica doesn’t seem to have the kind of temperament that requires harshness. She looks perfectly timid, sad, and sorry. She’s very pretty, though not as striking as her mother, and she doesn’t look like her at all. Her complexion is delicate, but neither as fair nor as rosy as Lady Susan’s, and she has quite the Vernon look, with her oval face and gentle dark eyes. There’s a unique sweetness in her expression when she talks to either her uncle or me, since we treat her kindly, and naturally, we’ve won her gratitude.
Her mother has insinuated that her temper is intractable, but I never saw a face less indicative of any evil disposition than hers; and from what I can see of the behaviour of each to the other, the invariable severity of Lady Susan and the silent dejection of Frederica, I am led to believe as heretofore that the former has no real love for her daughter, and has never done her justice or treated her affectionately. I have not been able to have any conversation with my niece; she is shy, and I think I can see that some pains are taken to prevent her being much with me. Nothing satisfactory transpires as to her reason for running away. Her kind-hearted uncle, you may be sure, was too fearful of distressing her to ask many questions as they travelled. I wish it had been possible for me to fetch her instead of him. I think I should have discovered the truth in the course of a thirty-mile journey. The small pianoforte has been removed within these few days, at Lady Susan’s request, into her dressing-room, and Frederica spends great part of the day there, practising as it is called; but I seldom hear any noise when I pass that way; what she does with herself there I do not know. There are plenty of books, but it is not every girl who has been running wild the first fifteen years of her life, that can or will read. Poor creature! the prospect from her window is not very instructive, for that room overlooks the lawn, you know, with the shrubbery on one side, where she may see her mother walking for an hour together in earnest conversation with Reginald. A girl of Frederica’s age must be childish indeed, if such things do not strike her. Is it not inexcusable to give such an example to a daughter? Yet Reginald still thinks Lady Susan the best of mothers, and still condemns Frederica as a worthless girl! He is convinced that her attempt to run away proceeded from no justifiable cause, and had no provocation. I am sure I cannot say that it had, but while Miss Summers declares that Miss Vernon showed no signs of obstinacy or perverseness during her whole stay in Wigmore Street, till she was detected in this scheme, I cannot so readily credit what Lady Susan has made him, and wants to make me believe, that it was merely an impatience of restraint and a desire of escaping from the tuition of masters which brought on the plan of an elopement. O Reginald, how is your judgment enslaved! He scarcely dares even allow her to be handsome, and when I speak of her beauty, replies only that her eyes have no brilliancy! Sometimes he is sure she is deficient in understanding, and at others that her temper only is in fault. In short, when a person is always to deceive, it is impossible to be consistent. Lady Susan finds it necessary that Frederica should be to blame, and probably has sometimes judged it expedient to accuse her of ill-nature and sometimes to lament her want of sense. Reginald is only repeating after her ladyship.
Her mom has hinted that her temper can't be changed, but I've never seen a face that looks less like it's meant for evil than hers; and from what I see in how they interact, with Lady Susan always being harsh and Frederica looking so down all the time, I still believe that Lady Susan doesn't really love her daughter and has never given her a fair shake or treated her with affection. I haven't been able to talk to my niece; she's shy, and it seems like someone is making sure she doesn’t spend much time with me. Nothing clear comes up about why she ran away. You can bet her caring uncle was too worried about upsetting her to ask too many questions while they were traveling. I wish I could have gone to get her instead of him. I think I would have uncovered the truth over a thirty-mile trip. The little piano was moved just a few days ago, at Lady Susan’s request, into her dressing room, and Frederica spends a lot of her day there, supposedly practicing; but I hardly hear any sound when I walk by. I don’t know what she does in there. There are plenty of books, but not every girl who has been running wild for her first fifteen years will read, or even wants to. Poor thing! The view from her window isn’t really helpful, since that room looks out over the lawn, with the shrubbery on one side, where she can see her mother walking for an hour, deep in conversation with Reginald. A girl Frederica’s age must be pretty naive if that doesn’t affect her. Isn’t it unforgivable to set such an example for a daughter? Yet Reginald still believes Lady Susan is the best mom ever and still calls Frederica a worthless girl! He thinks her attempt to run away had no good reason and didn’t come from anything real. I can’t honestly say that it did, but while Miss Summers insists that Miss Vernon showed no signs of stubbornness or bad behavior during her whole stay in Wigmore Street until she was caught in this plan, I can’t easily accept what Lady Susan wants me to believe—that it was just a matter of impatience and a wish to escape the control of teachers that led to the idea of running away. Oh Reginald, how blinded you are! He hardly even lets himself admit she's pretty, and when I mention her beauty, he only says her eyes aren’t bright! Sometimes he insists she’s lacking in smarts, while other times he blames her temper. In short, when someone is always lying, it’s impossible to be consistent. Lady Susan finds it necessary to blame Frederica, and she probably sometimes thinks it’s wise to accuse her of being mean and at other times to mourn her lack of common sense. Reginald is just parroting what she says.
I remain, &c., &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
I remain, etc.,
Catherine Vernon.
XVIII
From the same to the same.
From the same to the same.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Mother,—I am very glad to find that my description of Frederica Vernon has interested you, for I do believe her truly deserving of your regard; and when I have communicated a notion which has recently struck me, your kind impressions in her favour will, I am sure, be heightened. I cannot help fancying that she is growing partial to my brother. I so very often see her eyes fixed on his face with a remarkable expression of pensive admiration. He is certainly very handsome; and yet more, there is an openness in his manner that must be highly prepossessing, and I am sure she feels it so. Thoughtful and pensive in general, her countenance always brightens into a smile when Reginald says anything amusing; and, let the subject be ever so serious that he may be conversing on, I am much mistaken if a syllable of his uttering escapes her. I want to make him sensible of all this, for we know the power of gratitude on such a heart as his; and could Frederica’s artless affection detach him from her mother, we might bless the day which brought her to Churchhill. I think, my dear mother, you would not disapprove of her as a daughter. She is extremely young, to be sure, has had a wretched education, and a dreadful example of levity in her mother; but yet I can pronounce her disposition to be excellent, and her natural abilities very good. Though totally without accomplishments, she is by no means so ignorant as one might expect to find her, being fond of books and spending the chief of her time in reading. Her mother leaves her more to herself than she did, and I have her with me as much as possible, and have taken great pains to overcome her timidity. We are very good friends, and though she never opens her lips before her mother, she talks enough when alone with me to make it clear that, if properly treated by Lady Susan, she would always appear to much greater advantage. There cannot be a more gentle, affectionate heart; or more obliging manners, when acting without restraint; and her little cousins are all very fond of her.
Dear Mom, — I’m really happy to hear that my description of Frederica Vernon has caught your interest because I truly believe she deserves your attention. Once I share a recent thought I’ve had, I’m sure your positive feelings toward her will grow even stronger. I can’t help but think that she seems to be developing a liking for my brother. I often notice her gazing at his face with an expression of deep admiration. He’s definitely very handsome, and more than that, he has a charm in his demeanor that I’m sure attracts her. Generally thoughtful and serious, her face lights up with a smile whenever Reginald says something funny; and no matter how serious the topic he’s discussing, I’d be surprised if she misses a single word he says. I want to make him aware of all this because we know how gratitude influences his kind heart. If Frederica’s genuine affection could draw him away from her mother, we might celebrate the day she arrived at Churchhill. I think, Mom, you would approve of her as a daughter. She is very young, has had a poor education, and a terrible example of frivolity from her mother, but I can confidently say that her character is excellent and her natural abilities are quite good. Although she lacks formal accomplishments, she isn’t nearly as ignorant as one might expect; she loves reading and spends most of her time with books. Her mother gives her more space now than before, and I keep her with me as much as I can and have worked hard to help her overcome her shyness. We’re very good friends, and though she hardly speaks in front of her mother, she opens up enough when we’re alone for it to be clear that, if treated well by Lady Susan, she would shine much more. She has the gentlest, most affectionate heart and the kindest manners when she’s free to act naturally, and all her little cousins adore her.
Your affectionate daughter,
C. VERNON
Your loving daughter,
C. VERNON
XIX
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
You will be eager, I know, to hear something further of Frederica, and perhaps may think me negligent for not writing before. She arrived with her uncle last Thursday fortnight, when, of course, I lost no time in demanding the cause of her behaviour; and soon found myself to have been perfectly right in attributing it to my own letter. The prospect of it frightened her so thoroughly, that, with a mixture of true girlish perverseness and folly, she resolved on getting out of the house and proceeding directly by the stage to her friends, the Clarkes; and had really got as far as the length of two streets in her journey when she was fortunately missed, pursued, and overtaken. Such was the first distinguished exploit of Miss Frederica Vernon; and, if we consider that it was achieved at the tender age of sixteen, we shall have room for the most flattering prognostics of her future renown. I am excessively provoked, however, at the parade of propriety which prevented Miss Summers from keeping the girl; and it seems so extraordinary a piece of nicety, considering my daughter’s family connections, that I can only suppose the lady to be governed by the fear of never getting her money. Be that as it may, however, Frederica is returned on my hands; and, having nothing else to employ her, is busy in pursuing the plan of romance begun at Langford. She is actually falling in love with Reginald De Courcy! To disobey her mother by refusing an unexceptionable offer is not enough; her affections must also be given without her mother’s approbation. I never saw a girl of her age bid fairer to be the sport of mankind. Her feelings are tolerably acute, and she is so charmingly artless in their display as to afford the most reasonable hope of her being ridiculous, and despised by every man who sees her.
I know you’re eager to hear more about Frederica, and you might think I'm careless for not writing sooner. She arrived with her uncle last Thursday, and of course, I wasted no time asking about her behavior. I quickly realized I was right to think it was due to my letter. The thought of it scared her so much that, with a mix of genuine girlhood stubbornness and silliness, she decided to leave the house and go straight to her friends, the Clarkes, by stagecoach. She actually made it two streets away before she was thankfully missed, chased, and caught. That was Miss Frederica Vernon's first noteworthy adventure; considering she’s only sixteen, it gives plenty of reason to hope for her future success. I'm really annoyed, though, by the overly proper attitude that kept Miss Summers from actually keeping the girl; it seems oddly picky, given my daughter’s family ties, so I can only assume the lady is worried about not getting her money. Anyway, Frederica is back with me now, and with nothing else to do, she’s busy with the romantic plans she started at Langford. She’s actually falling for Reginald De Courcy! Disobeying her mother by turning down a perfectly good proposal isn't enough; her feelings must also develop without her mother's approval. I've never seen a girl so likely to be the target of everyone’s attention. Her feelings are quite sharp, and she is so charmingly naïve in showing them that I have every reason to believe she’ll end up foolish and ridiculed by every man who sees her.
Artlessness will never do in love matters; and that girl is born a simpleton who has it either by nature or affectation. I am not yet certain that Reginald sees what she is about, nor is it of much consequence. She is now an object of indifference to him, and she would be one of contempt were he to understand her emotions. Her beauty is much admired by the Vernons, but it has no effect on him. She is in high favour with her aunt altogether, because she is so little like myself, of course. She is exactly the companion for Mrs. Vernon, who dearly loves to be firm, and to have all the sense and all the wit of the conversation to herself: Frederica will never eclipse her. When she first came I was at some pains to prevent her seeing much of her aunt; but I have relaxed, as I believe I may depend on her observing the rules I have laid down for their discourse. But do not imagine that with all this lenity I have for a moment given up my plan of her marriage. No; I am unalterably fixed on this point, though I have not yet quite decided on the manner of bringing it about. I should not chuse to have the business brought on here, and canvassed by the wise heads of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon; and I cannot just now afford to go to town. Miss Frederica must therefore wait a little.
Being naive doesn't work in matters of love, and that girl is a fool if she’s that way by nature or on purpose. I'm not sure if Reginald even notices what she's doing, but it doesn’t really matter. She's currently indifferent to him, and he would look down on her if he understood her feelings. The Vernons admire her beauty, but it doesn’t affect him at all. She’s in her aunt’s good graces mainly because she’s nothing like me, of course. She's the perfect companion for Mrs. Vernon, who loves to be the one in charge and have all the sense and wit in the conversation: Frederica will never outshine her. When she first arrived, I tried hard to keep her from seeing too much of her aunt, but I’ve eased up since I trust she’ll stick to the rules I set for their talks. But don’t think that my leniency means I’ve given up on my plan for her to get married. No, I’m absolutely committed to that, even though I haven’t fully figured out how to make it happen. I wouldn't want to discuss it here with the clever minds of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon, and right now, I can’t afford to go to town. So, Miss Frederica will have to wait a little.
Yours ever,
S. VERNON.
Yours always,
S. VERNON.
XX
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill
Churchill
We have a very unexpected guest with us at present, my dear Mother: he arrived yesterday. I heard a carriage at the door, as I was sitting with my children while they dined; and supposing I should be wanted, left the nursery soon afterwards, and was half-way downstairs, when Frederica, as pale as ashes, came running up, and rushed by me into her own room. I instantly followed, and asked her what was the matter. “Oh!” said she, “he is come—Sir James is come, and what shall I do?” This was no explanation; I begged her to tell me what she meant. At that moment we were interrupted by a knock at the door: it was Reginald, who came, by Lady Susan’s direction, to call Frederica down. “It is Mr. De Courcy!” said she, colouring violently. “Mamma has sent for me; I must go.” We all three went down together; and I saw my brother examining the terrified face of Frederica with surprize. In the breakfast-room we found Lady Susan, and a young man of gentlemanlike appearance, whom she introduced by the name of Sir James Martin—the very person, as you may remember, whom it was said she had been at pains to detach from Miss Mainwaring; but the conquest, it seems, was not designed for herself, or she has since transferred it to her daughter; for Sir James is now desperately in love with Frederica, and with full encouragement from mamma. The poor girl, however, I am sure, dislikes him; and though his person and address are very well, he appears, both to Mr. Vernon and me, a very weak young man. Frederica looked so shy, so confused, when we entered the room, that I felt for her exceedingly. Lady Susan behaved with great attention to her visitor; and yet I thought I could perceive that she had no particular pleasure in seeing him. Sir James talked a great deal, and made many civil excuses to me for the liberty he had taken in coming to Churchhill—mixing more frequent laughter with his discourse than the subject required—said many things over and over again, and told Lady Susan three times that he had seen Mrs. Johnson a few evenings before. He now and then addressed Frederica, but more frequently her mother. The poor girl sat all this time without opening her lips—her eyes cast down, and her colour varying every instant; while Reginald observed all that passed in perfect silence. At length Lady Susan, weary, I believe, of her situation, proposed walking; and we left the two gentlemen together, to put on our pelisses. As we went upstairs Lady Susan begged permission to attend me for a few moments in my dressing-room, as she was anxious to speak with me in private. I led her thither accordingly, and as soon as the door was closed, she said: “I was never more surprized in my life than by Sir James’s arrival, and the suddenness of it requires some apology to you, my dear sister; though to me, as a mother, it is highly flattering. He is so extremely attached to my daughter that he could not exist longer without seeing her. Sir James is a young man of an amiable disposition and excellent character; a little too much of the rattle, perhaps, but a year or two will rectify that: and he is in other respects so very eligible a match for Frederica, that I have always observed his attachment with the greatest pleasure; and am persuaded that you and my brother will give the alliance your hearty approbation. I have never before mentioned the likelihood of its taking place to anyone, because I thought that whilst Frederica continued at school it had better not be known to exist; but now, as I am convinced that Frederica is too old ever to submit to school confinement, and have, therefore, begun to consider her union with Sir James as not very distant, I had intended within a few days to acquaint yourself and Mr. Vernon with the whole business. I am sure, my dear sister, you will excuse my remaining silent so long, and agree with me that such circumstances, while they continue from any cause in suspense, cannot be too cautiously concealed. When you have the happiness of bestowing your sweet little Catherine, some years hence, on a man who in connection and character is alike unexceptionable, you will know what I feel now; though, thank Heaven, you cannot have all my reasons for rejoicing in such an event. Catherine will be amply provided for, and not, like my Frederica, indebted to a fortunate establishment for the comforts of life.” She concluded by demanding my congratulations. I gave them somewhat awkwardly, I believe; for, in fact, the sudden disclosure of so important a matter took from me the power of speaking with any clearness. She thanked me, however, most affectionately, for my kind concern in the welfare of herself and daughter; and then said: “I am not apt to deal in professions, my dear Mrs. Vernon, and I never had the convenient talent of affecting sensations foreign to my heart; and therefore I trust you will believe me when I declare, that much as I had heard in your praise before I knew you, I had no idea that I should ever love you as I now do; and I must further say that your friendship towards me is more particularly gratifying because I have reason to believe that some attempts were made to prejudice you against me. I only wish that they, whoever they are, to whom I am indebted for such kind intentions, could see the terms on which we now are together, and understand the real affection we feel for each other; but I will not detain you any longer. God bless you, for your goodness to me and my girl, and continue to you all your present happiness.” What can one say of such a woman, my dear mother? Such earnestness, such solemnity of expression! and yet I cannot help suspecting the truth of everything she says. As for Reginald, I believe he does not know what to make of the matter. When Sir James came, he appeared all astonishment and perplexity; the folly of the young man and the confusion of Frederica entirely engrossed him; and though a little private discourse with Lady Susan has since had its effect, he is still hurt, I am sure, at her allowing of such a man’s attentions to her daughter. Sir James invited himself with great composure to remain here a few days—hoped we would not think it odd, was aware of its being very impertinent, but he took the liberty of a relation; and concluded by wishing, with a laugh, that he might be really one very soon. Even Lady Susan seemed a little disconcerted by this forwardness; in her heart I am persuaded she sincerely wished him gone. But something must be done for this poor girl, if her feelings are such as both I and her uncle believe them to be. She must not be sacrificed to policy or ambition, and she must not be left to suffer from the dread of it. The girl whose heart can distinguish Reginald De Courcy, deserves, however he may slight her, a better fate than to be Sir James Martin’s wife. As soon as I can get her alone, I will discover the real truth; but she seems to wish to avoid me. I hope this does not proceed from anything wrong, and that I shall not find out I have thought too well of her. Her behaviour to Sir James certainly speaks the greatest consciousness and embarrassment, but I see nothing in it more like encouragement. Adieu, my dear mother.
We currently have a very unexpected guest with us, dear Mother: he arrived yesterday. I heard a carriage at the door while I was sitting with my children during their dinner; and thinking I might be needed, I left the nursery shortly after and was halfway downstairs when Frederica, looking as pale as a ghost, came running up and rushed past me into her own room. I quickly followed her and asked what was wrong. “Oh!” she said, “He’s here—Sir James is here, and what should I do?” That didn’t explain anything, so I urged her to clarify. Just then, there was a knock at the door: it was Reginald, who came, by Lady Susan’s direction, to call Frederica downstairs. “It’s Mr. De Courcy!” she said, blushing deeply. “Mamma has sent for me; I must go.” The three of us went downstairs together, and I saw my brother looking surprised at Frederica’s terrified expression. In the breakfast room, we found Lady Susan and a young man who looked quite gentlemanly, whom she introduced as Sir James Martin—the very person, as you may recall, whom it was rumored she had tried to break away from Miss Mainwaring; but apparently, the conquest wasn’t meant for herself or she has switched her interest to her daughter; because Sir James is now hopelessly in love with Frederica, and he’s getting full encouragement from their mother. However, I am sure the poor girl dislikes him; and although he has a pleasing appearance and manner, Mr. Vernon and I think he seems like a very weak young man. Frederica looked so shy and confused when we entered the room that I felt really sorry for her. Lady Susan acted very attentively to her guest; yet I sensed she wasn’t particularly pleased to see him. Sir James talked a lot and made many polite excuses for his liberty in coming to Churchill—laughing more than the situation warranted—repeating many things and telling Lady Susan three times that he had seen Mrs. Johnson a few evenings ago. He occasionally spoke to Frederica, but more often to her mother. The poor girl sat in silence the whole time—her eyes downcast and her color changing constantly; while Reginald observed everything in complete silence. Finally, Lady Susan, I believe tired of the situation, suggested we take a walk; so we left the two gentlemen together to put on our coats. As we went upstairs, Lady Susan asked if she could join me for a few moments in my dressing room, as she was eager to talk to me privately. I led her there, and as soon as the door was closed, she said: “I have never been more surprised in my life than by Sir James’s arrival, and the suddenness of it needs some explanation to you, my dear sister; though to me, as a mother, it is incredibly flattering. He is so attached to my daughter that he couldn’t wait any longer to see her. Sir James is a young man with a kind disposition and good character; perhaps a bit too much of a chatterbox, but a year or two will fix that: and in other respects, he’s very much a suitable match for Frederica, so I have always looked at his feelings with pleasure; and I’m convinced that you and my brother will support the alliance wholeheartedly. I’ve never mentioned the possibility of this happening to anyone, because I thought it best not to share while Frederica was still at school; but now, seeing as I’m sure Frederica is too old to continue in school, I’ve started to consider her union with Sir James as not too far off, and I intended to inform you and Mr. Vernon about the whole matter in a few days. I trust, my dear sister, you’ll forgive me for keeping quiet for so long, and agree with me that such matters, while still uncertain for any reason, should be kept under wraps. When you have the joy of giving your sweet little Catherine, some years from now, to a man who is equally commendable in both connections and character, you’ll understand how I feel now; although, thankfully, you won’t share all my reasons for rejoicing in such an occasion. Catherine will be well taken care of, and not, like my Frederica, dependent on a fortunate match for her comfort in life.” She concluded by asking for my congratulations. I offered them somewhat awkwardly, I think; since the sudden revelation of such an important matter took away my ability to speak clearly. She thanked me affectionately for my concern for her and her daughter; and then said: “I’m not one to make grand statements, my dear Mrs. Vernon, and I’ve never had the talent for pretending to feel emotions that aren’t genuine to me; and therefore, I hope you’ll believe me when I say that despite all I heard about you before meeting you, I never imagined I would love you as I do now; and I must add that your friendship toward me is especially gratifying because I suspect some attempts were made to turn you against me. I only wish that those who, for whatever reason, tried to harm my reputation could see the terms we now share and understand the real affection we hold for each other; but I won’t keep you any longer. God bless you for your kindness to me and my girl, and may you continue to enjoy all your current happiness.” What can one say about such a woman, dear mother? Such earnestness, such seriousness! And yet I can’t help but doubt everything she says. As for Reginald, I believe he’s just as confused. When Sir James arrived, he looked completely astonished and perplexed; the young man’s foolishness and Frederica’s confusion were all he could think about; and although a little private chat with Lady Susan has since changed things, I’m sure he’s still upset about her permitting such a man’s attentions to her daughter. Sir James invited himself to stay here for a few days with great ease—hoping we wouldn’t find it strange, being aware it was quite rude, but feeling he had the privilege of a relative; and he concluded with a laugh, wishing he might actually be one very soon. Even Lady Susan seemed a bit taken aback by this boldness; in her heart, I’m convinced she sincerely wished he would leave. But something needs to be done for this poor girl, if her feelings are as I and her uncle believe them to be. She must not be sacrificed to ambition or policy, and she can’t be left to suffer from the fear of it. The girl who can truly recognize Reginald De Courcy deserves, no matter how he takes her for granted, a better fate than becoming Sir James Martin’s wife. As soon as I can get her alone, I’ll find out the real truth; but she seems to want to avoid me. I hope this isn’t due to anything wrong and that I won’t discover I’ve misjudged her. Her behavior toward Sir James certainly shows the greatest awareness and embarrassment, but I don’t see anything in it that resembles encouragement. Goodbye, dear mother.
Yours, &c.,
C. VERNON.
Yours, etc.,
C. VERNON.
XXI
Miss Vernon to Mr. De Courcy.
Miss Vernon to Mr. De Courcy.
Sir,—I hope you will excuse this liberty; I am forced upon it by the greatest distress, or I should be ashamed to trouble you. I am very miserable about Sir James Martin, and have no other way in the world of helping myself but by writing to you, for I am forbidden even speaking to my uncle and aunt on the subject; and this being the case, I am afraid my applying to you will appear no better than equivocation, and as if I attended to the letter and not the spirit of mamma’s commands. But if you do not take my part and persuade her to break it off, I shall be half distracted, for I cannot bear him. No human being but you could have any chance of prevailing with her. If you will, therefore, have the unspeakably great kindness of taking my part with her, and persuading her to send Sir James away, I shall be more obliged to you than it is possible for me to express. I always disliked him from the first: it is not a sudden fancy, I assure you, sir; I always thought him silly and impertinent and disagreeable, and now he is grown worse than ever. I would rather work for my bread than marry him. I do not know how to apologize enough for this letter; I know it is taking so great a liberty. I am aware how dreadfully angry it will make mamma, but I remember the risk.
Dear Sir, — I hope you'll forgive me for reaching out; I'm in a really difficult situation, or I wouldn’t bother you. I'm very unhappy about Sir James Martin, and I can’t think of any other way to help myself than by writing to you, since I'm not even allowed to talk to my uncle and aunt about it. Given that, I worry that asking you for help might look like I’m ignoring my mother’s wishes. But if you don’t support me and convince her to end this, I’ll be completely distraught because I simply can’t stand him. No one but you has any chance of getting through to her. So, if you could kindly take my side and talk her into sending Sir James away, I would be incredibly grateful. I’ve disliked him from the very beginning; it’s not just a sudden feeling, I promise you. I’ve always found him foolish, rude, and unpleasant, and now he’s even worse. I’d rather earn my living than marry him. I can’t apologize enough for this letter; I know it’s a huge intrusion. I realize it will make my mother extremely angry, but I’ve considered the risk.
I am, Sir, your most humble servant,
F. S. V.
I am, Sir, your most humble servant,
F. S. V.
XXII
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
This is insufferable! My dearest friend, I was never so enraged before, and must relieve myself by writing to you, who I know will enter into all my feelings. Who should come on Tuesday but Sir James Martin! Guess my astonishment, and vexation—for, as you well know, I never wished him to be seen at Churchhill. What a pity that you should not have known his intentions! Not content with coming, he actually invited himself to remain here a few days. I could have poisoned him! I made the best of it, however, and told my story with great success to Mrs. Vernon, who, whatever might be her real sentiments, said nothing in opposition to mine. I made a point also of Frederica’s behaving civilly to Sir James, and gave her to understand that I was absolutely determined on her marrying him. She said something of her misery, but that was all. I have for some time been more particularly resolved on the match from seeing the rapid increase of her affection for Reginald, and from not feeling secure that a knowledge of such affection might not in the end awaken a return. Contemptible as a regard founded only on compassion must make them both in my eyes, I felt by no means assured that such might not be the consequence. It is true that Reginald had not in any degree grown cool towards me; but yet he has lately mentioned Frederica spontaneously and unnecessarily, and once said something in praise of her person. He was all astonishment at the appearance of my visitor, and at first observed Sir James with an attention which I was pleased to see not unmixed with jealousy; but unluckily it was impossible for me really to torment him, as Sir James, though extremely gallant to me, very soon made the whole party understand that his heart was devoted to my daughter. I had no great difficulty in convincing De Courcy, when we were alone, that I was perfectly justified, all things considered, in desiring the match; and the whole business seemed most comfortably arranged. They could none of them help perceiving that Sir James was no Solomon; but I had positively forbidden Frederica complaining to Charles Vernon or his wife, and they had therefore no pretence for interference; though my impertinent sister, I believe, wanted only opportunity for doing so. Everything, however, was going on calmly and quietly; and, though I counted the hours of Sir James’s stay, my mind was entirely satisfied with the posture of affairs. Guess, then, what I must feel at the sudden disturbance of all my schemes; and that, too, from a quarter where I had least reason to expect it. Reginald came this morning into my dressing-room with a very unusual solemnity of countenance, and after some preface informed me in so many words that he wished to reason with me on the impropriety and unkindness of allowing Sir James Martin to address my daughter contrary to her inclinations. I was all amazement. When I found that he was not to be laughed out of his design, I calmly begged an explanation, and desired to know by what he was impelled, and by whom commissioned, to reprimand me. He then told me, mixing in his speech a few insolent compliments and ill-timed expressions of tenderness, to which I listened with perfect indifference, that my daughter had acquainted him with some circumstances concerning herself, Sir James, and me which had given him great uneasiness. In short, I found that she had in the first place actually written to him to request his interference, and that, on receiving her letter, he had conversed with her on the subject of it, in order to understand the particulars, and to assure himself of her real wishes. I have not a doubt but that the girl took this opportunity of making downright love to him. I am convinced of it by the manner in which he spoke of her. Much good may such love do him! I shall ever despise the man who can be gratified by the passion which he never wished to inspire, nor solicited the avowal of. I shall always detest them both. He can have no true regard for me, or he would not have listened to her; and she, with her little rebellious heart and indelicate feelings, to throw herself into the protection of a young man with whom she has scarcely ever exchanged two words before! I am equally confounded at her impudence and his credulity. How dared he believe what she told him in my disfavour! Ought he not to have felt assured that I must have unanswerable motives for all that I had done? Where was his reliance on my sense and goodness then? Where the resentment which true love would have dictated against the person defaming me—that person, too, a chit, a child, without talent or education, whom he had been always taught to despise? I was calm for some time; but the greatest degree of forbearance may be overcome, and I hope I was afterwards sufficiently keen. He endeavoured, long endeavoured, to soften my resentment; but that woman is a fool indeed who, while insulted by accusation, can be worked on by compliments. At length he left me, as deeply provoked as myself; and he showed his anger more. I was quite cool, but he gave way to the most violent indignation; I may therefore expect it will the sooner subside, and perhaps his may be vanished for ever, while mine will be found still fresh and implacable. He is now shut up in his apartment, whither I heard him go on leaving mine. How unpleasant, one would think, must be his reflections! but some people’s feelings are incomprehensible. I have not yet tranquillised myself enough to see Frederica. She shall not soon forget the occurrences of this day; she shall find that she has poured forth her tender tale of love in vain, and exposed herself for ever to the contempt of the whole world, and the severest resentment of her injured mother.
This is unbearable! My dearest friend, I've never been this angry before, and I need to vent to you, knowing you'll understand my feelings. Guess who showed up on Tuesday? Sir James Martin! You can imagine my shock and frustration—after all, I never wanted him to be seen at Churchhill. It's a shame you didn't know his plans! Not only did he come, but he also invited himself to stay for a few days. I could have screamed! I managed to make the best of it and told my story to Mrs. Vernon, who, regardless of her true feelings, didn't oppose me at all. I also made sure Frederica was polite to Sir James and let her know that I was totally set on her marrying him. She mentioned her misery, but that was it. I've been especially determined about this match since I've noticed her growing affection for Reginald, and I wasn't sure that knowing about her feelings wouldn't eventually spark a response from him. As contemptible as a relationship based solely on pity is to me, I couldn't shake the feeling that it could lead to something. It’s true that Reginald hasn’t cooled off towards me; he’s recently brought up Frederica spontaneously and unnecessarily, and once he praised her looks. He was shocked to see my visitor and at first watched Sir James with an attention that I was happy to see mixed with jealousy; but unfortunately, I couldn't truly torment him because Sir James, while very charming with me, quickly made it clear to everyone that his heart belonged to my daughter. I found it easy to convince De Courcy, when we were alone, that I was completely justified in wanting this match, and everything seemed to be neatly arranged. They couldn’t help but notice that Sir James wasn’t exactly a genius; however, I had strictly forbidden Frederica from complaining to Charles Vernon or his wife, so they had no grounds to interfere; although I believe my annoying sister was just waiting for a chance to do so. Everything was proceeding calmly and quietly; even though I was counting down the hours until Sir James would leave, I felt completely content with how things were. So imagine my feelings when suddenly everything was thrown off course! I couldn’t have anticipated this at all. Reginald came into my dressing room this morning with an unusual solemn expression, and after some introduction, he told me straight out that he wanted to discuss the inappropriateness and unfairness of allowing Sir James Martin to pursue my daughter against her wishes. I was taken aback. When I realized he was serious, I calmly asked for an explanation and wanted to know what prompted him to reprimand me. He then told me, mixing in a few arrogant compliments and poorly timed expressions of affection—which I listened to with total indifference—that my daughter had shared some details with him about herself, Sir James, and me that had upset him. In short, I found out that she had actually written to him asking for his help, and that, after receiving her letter, he had spoken with her to understand the situation and confirm what she really wanted. I have no doubt she took that chance to flirt with him. I’m sure of it by the way he talked about her. Good luck with that kind of love! I’ll always look down on a man who can be pleased by feelings he never wanted to inspire or sought acknowledgment of. I’ll always despise both of them. He can’t truly care about me or he wouldn’t have listened to her; and she, with her little rebellious heart and shameless feelings, could just throw herself into the support of a young man she’s barely spoken to before! I’m equally shocked by her boldness and his gullibility. How could he believe what she told him against me? Shouldn't he have trusted that I had solid reasons for everything I’ve done? Where was his faith in my judgment and goodness then? Where was the anger that true love would have shown against the person smearing me—especially someone so young and inexperienced, without talent or education, whom he’d been raised to look down on? I remained calm for a while; but even the most patient person can reach their limit, and I hope I was sharp enough later. He tried for a long time to calm my anger; but any woman who's insulted by accusations can’t be swayed by flattery. Eventually, he left me just as angry as I was, and he showed his anger more. I remained cool, but he gave in to violent outrage; so I might expect his anger to fade quicker, while mine will likely linger on, still fresh and unyielding. He’s now locked himself in his room, and I heard him go in after leaving mine. One would think his thoughts must be unpleasant, but some people's feelings are just beyond comprehension. I haven't calmed down enough to see Frederica yet. She won’t soon forget what happened today; she’ll discover that she has laid her heart bare in vain, forever exposing herself to the scorn of the entire world and the harshest resentment of her wronged mother.
Your affectionate
S. VERNON.
Your loving
S. VERNON.
XXIII
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
Let me congratulate you, my dearest Mother! The affair which has given us so much anxiety is drawing to a happy conclusion. Our prospect is most delightful, and since matters have now taken so favourable a turn, I am quite sorry that I ever imparted my apprehensions to you; for the pleasure of learning that the danger is over is perhaps dearly purchased by all that you have previously suffered. I am so much agitated by delight that I can scarcely hold a pen; but am determined to send you a few short lines by James, that you may have some explanation of what must so greatly astonish you, as that Reginald should be returning to Parklands. I was sitting about half an hour ago with Sir James in the breakfast parlour, when my brother called me out of the room. I instantly saw that something was the matter; his complexion was raised, and he spoke with great emotion; you know his eager manner, my dear mother, when his mind is interested. “Catherine,” said he, “I am going home to-day; I am sorry to leave you, but I must go: it is a great while since I have seen my father and mother. I am going to send James forward with my hunters immediately; if you have any letter, therefore, he can take it. I shall not be at home myself till Wednesday or Thursday, as I shall go through London, where I have business; but before I leave you,” he continued, speaking in a lower tone, and with still greater energy, “I must warn you of one thing—do not let Frederica Vernon be made unhappy by that Martin. He wants to marry her; her mother promotes the match, but she cannot endure the idea of it. Be assured that I speak from the fullest conviction of the truth of what I say; I know that Frederica is made wretched by Sir James’s continuing here. She is a sweet girl, and deserves a better fate. Send him away immediately; he is only a fool: but what her mother can mean, Heaven only knows! Good bye,” he added, shaking my hand with earnestness; “I do not know when you will see me again; but remember what I tell you of Frederica; you must make it your business to see justice done her. She is an amiable girl, and has a very superior mind to what we have given her credit for.” He then left me, and ran upstairs. I would not try to stop him, for I knew what his feelings must be. The nature of mine, as I listened to him, I need not attempt to describe; for a minute or two I remained in the same spot, overpowered by wonder of a most agreeable sort indeed; yet it required some consideration to be tranquilly happy. In about ten minutes after my return to the parlour Lady Susan entered the room. I concluded, of course, that she and Reginald had been quarrelling; and looked with anxious curiosity for a confirmation of my belief in her face. Mistress of deceit, however, she appeared perfectly unconcerned, and after chatting on indifferent subjects for a short time, said to me, “I find from Wilson that we are going to lose Mr. De Courcy—is it true that he leaves Churchhill this morning?” I replied that it was. “He told us nothing of all this last night,” said she, laughing, “or even this morning at breakfast; but perhaps he did not know it himself. Young men are often hasty in their resolutions, and not more sudden in forming than unsteady in keeping them. I should not be surprised if he were to change his mind at last, and not go.” She soon afterwards left the room. I trust, however, my dear mother, that we have no reason to fear an alteration of his present plan; things have gone too far. They must have quarrelled, and about Frederica, too. Her calmness astonishes me. What delight will be yours in seeing him again; in seeing him still worthy your esteem, still capable of forming your happiness! When I next write I shall be able to tell you that Sir James is gone, Lady Susan vanquished, and Frederica at peace. We have much to do, but it shall be done. I am all impatience to hear how this astonishing change was effected. I finish as I began, with the warmest congratulations.
Let me congratulate you, my dearest Mother! The situation that has caused us so much worry is finally coming to a happy end. Our outlook is extremely promising, and now that things have taken such a positive turn, I regret sharing my worries with you; the joy of knowing that the danger has passed comes at too high a cost for everything you’ve already endured. I’m so overwhelmed with happiness that I can barely hold a pen, but I’m determined to send you a few short lines through James so you’ll have some explanation for what must astonish you—Reginald is returning to Parklands. I was sitting with Sir James in the breakfast room about half an hour ago when my brother called me out. I immediately sensed something was wrong; his face was flushed, and he spoke with great emotion. You know how eager he gets when he’s interested in something, my dear mother. “Catherine,” he said, “I’m going home today. I’m sorry to leave you, but I have to go; it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my father and mother. I’m sending James ahead with my hunters right away; if you have any letters, he can take them. I won’t be home until Wednesday or Thursday since I’m going through London for some business; but before I leave you,” he continued, lowering his voice and speaking even more urgently, “I must warn you about one thing—don’t let Frederica Vernon be unhappy because of that Martin. He wants to marry her; her mother supports the match, but she can’t stand the thought of it. I assure you, I speak from complete conviction; I know that Frederica is miserable because Sir James is still here. She’s a sweet girl and deserves a better fate. Send him away immediately; he’s just a fool. What her mother is thinking, only Heaven knows! Goodbye,” he added, shaking my hand earnestly; “I don’t know when you’ll see me again, but remember what I told you about Frederica; you must make it your business to see that justice is done for her. She’s a lovely girl and has a much better mind than we’ve given her credit for.” Then he left and ran upstairs. I didn’t try to stop him because I understood how he was feeling. I won’t try to describe my own feelings as I listened to him; for a minute or two, I stayed in the same spot, overwhelmed with pleasant wonder; yet it took a moment for me to fully appreciate my happiness. About ten minutes after I returned to the room, Lady Susan walked in. Naturally, I assumed that she and Reginald had been arguing and looked at her face with anxious curiosity to confirm my suspicion. The master of deceit, however, she seemed completely unfazed and after chatting about trivial matters for a while, said, “I hear from Wilson that we’re going to lose Mr. De Courcy—is it true he’s leaving Churchhill this morning?” I said that it was. “He didn’t mention anything about this last night,” she said laughing, “or even this morning at breakfast; but maybe he didn’t know it himself. Young men often make hasty decisions, and they’re not only quick to form them but also unsteady in sticking with them. I wouldn’t be surprised if he changes his mind and decides not to go.” She left the room shortly after. However, I trust, my dear mother, that we have no reason to worry about any change in his current plans; things have gone too far. They must have had a quarrel, and it’s probably about Frederica too. Her calmness surprises me. What joy you’ll feel seeing him again; seeing him still worthy of your esteem, still capable of making you happy! When I write next, I’ll be able to tell you that Sir James is gone, Lady Susan has been defeated, and Frederica is at peace. We have a lot to do, but it will get done. I’m so eager to hear how this incredible change happened. I’ll finish as I began, with my warmest congratulations.
Yours ever, &c.,
CATH. VERNON.
Yours always, &c.,
CATH. VERNON.
XXIV
From the same to the same.
From the same to the same.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
Little did I imagine, my dear Mother, when I sent off my last letter, that the delightful perturbation of spirits I was then in would undergo so speedy, so melancholy a reverse. I never can sufficiently regret that I wrote to you at all. Yet who could have foreseen what has happened? My dear mother, every hope which made me so happy only two hours ago has vanished. The quarrel between Lady Susan and Reginald is made up, and we are all as we were before. One point only is gained. Sir James Martin is dismissed. What are we now to look forward to? I am indeed disappointed; Reginald was all but gone, his horse was ordered and all but brought to the door; who would not have felt safe? For half an hour I was in momentary expectation of his departure. After I had sent off my letter to you, I went to Mr. Vernon, and sat with him in his room talking over the whole matter, and then determined to look for Frederica, whom I had not seen since breakfast. I met her on the stairs, and saw that she was crying. “My dear aunt,” said she, “he is going—Mr. De Courcy is going, and it is all my fault. I am afraid you will be very angry with me, but indeed I had no idea it would end so.” “My love,” I replied, “do not think it necessary to apologize to me on that account. I shall feel myself under an obligation to anyone who is the means of sending my brother home, because,” recollecting myself, “I know my father wants very much to see him. But what is it you have done to occasion all this?” She blushed deeply as she answered: “I was so unhappy about Sir James that I could not help—I have done something very wrong, I know; but you have not an idea of the misery I have been in: and mamma had ordered me never to speak to you or my uncle about it, and—” “You therefore spoke to my brother to engage his interference,” said I, to save her the explanation. “No, but I wrote to him—I did indeed, I got up this morning before it was light, and was two hours about it; and when my letter was done I thought I never should have courage to give it. After breakfast however, as I was going to my room, I met him in the passage, and then, as I knew that everything must depend on that moment, I forced myself to give it. He was so good as to take it immediately. I dared not look at him, and ran away directly. I was in such a fright I could hardly breathe. My dear aunt, you do not know how miserable I have been.” “Frederica” said I, “you ought to have told me all your distresses. You would have found in me a friend always ready to assist you. Do you think that your uncle or I should not have espoused your cause as warmly as my brother?” “Indeed, I did not doubt your kindness,” said she, colouring again, “but I thought Mr. De Courcy could do anything with my mother; but I was mistaken: they have had a dreadful quarrel about it, and he is going away. Mamma will never forgive me, and I shall be worse off than ever.” “No, you shall not,” I replied; “in such a point as this your mother’s prohibition ought not to have prevented your speaking to me on the subject. She has no right to make you unhappy, and she shall not do it. Your applying, however, to Reginald can be productive only of good to all parties. I believe it is best as it is. Depend upon it that you shall not be made unhappy any longer.” At that moment how great was my astonishment at seeing Reginald come out of Lady Susan’s dressing-room. My heart misgave me instantly. His confusion at seeing me was very evident. Frederica immediately disappeared. “Are you going?” I said; “you will find Mr. Vernon in his own room.” “No, Catherine,” he replied, “I am not going. Will you let me speak to you a moment?” We went into my room. “I find,” he continued, his confusion increasing as he spoke, “that I have been acting with my usual foolish impetuosity. I have entirely misunderstood Lady Susan, and was on the point of leaving the house under a false impression of her conduct. There has been some very great mistake; we have been all mistaken, I fancy. Frederica does not know her mother. Lady Susan means nothing but her good, but she will not make a friend of her. Lady Susan does not always know, therefore, what will make her daughter happy. Besides, I could have no right to interfere. Miss Vernon was mistaken in applying to me. In short, Catherine, everything has gone wrong, but it is now all happily settled. Lady Susan, I believe, wishes to speak to you about it, if you are at leisure.” “Certainly,” I replied, deeply sighing at the recital of so lame a story. I made no comments, however, for words would have been vain.
Little did I imagine, my dear Mother, when I sent off my last letter, that the delightful turmoil I was feeling at that moment would quickly turn into such a sad reversal. I can't help but regret writing to you at all. But who could have predicted what happened? My dear mother, every hope that brought me happiness just two hours ago has disappeared. The quarrel between Lady Susan and Reginald has been resolved, and we are all back to where we started. One thing is settled, though: Sir James Martin is out of the picture. What are we supposed to look forward to now? I am truly disappointed; Reginald was just about to leave, his horse was ordered and almost at the door—who wouldn’t have felt secure? For half an hour, I was expecting him to go any moment. After I sent my letter to you, I went to Mr. Vernon’s room to discuss everything, then decided to look for Frederica, whom I hadn’t seen since breakfast. I ran into her on the stairs and noticed she was crying. “My dear aunt,” she said, “he is leaving—Mr. De Courcy is going, and it’s all my fault. I’m afraid you’ll be very angry with me, but I honestly didn’t think it would end like this.” “My dear,” I replied, “don’t feel you need to apologize to me for that. I would actually be grateful to anyone who helps my brother come home, because,” catching myself, “I know my father really wants to see him. But what did you do to cause all this?” She blushed deeply as she answered, “I was so unhappy about Sir James that I couldn’t help—I've done something really wrong, I know; but you have no idea how miserable I’ve been: and Mom told me never to talk to you or my uncle about it, and—” “So you spoke to my brother to get his help,” I said, stepping in to save her from having to explain. “No, I wrote to him—I really did, I got up this morning before it was light, and spent two hours on it; and when my letter was finished, I thought I would never have the courage to give it. But after breakfast, as I was heading to my room, I saw him in the hallway, and knowing everything depended on that moment, I forced myself to give it. He was kind enough to take it right away. I didn’t dare look at him, and ran off immediately. I was so scared I could hardly breathe. My dear aunt, you don’t know how miserable I’ve been.” “Frederica,” I said, “you should have told me all your worries. You would have found a friend in me who is always ready to help. Do you think your uncle or I wouldn’t have supported you just as much as my brother?” “Honestly, I did not doubt your kindness,” she said, blushing again, “but I thought Mr. De Courcy could persuade my mother; but I was wrong: they had a terrible fight about it, and now he’s leaving. Mom will never forgive me, and I’ll be worse off than ever.” “No, you won’t,” I replied; “in this situation, your mother’s orders shouldn’t have stopped you from talking to me. She has no right to make you unhappy, and she will not do it. Bringing Reginald into this can only help everyone involved. I believe this is for the best. Trust me, you won’t be unhappy anymore.” At that moment, I was shocked to see Reginald come out of Lady Susan’s dressing room. I instantly felt uneasy. His embarrassment at seeing me was obvious. Frederica quickly disappeared. “Are you leaving?” I asked; “you’ll find Mr. Vernon in his room.” “No, Catherine,” he replied, “I’m not leaving. Can I speak to you for a moment?” We went into my room. “I’ve realized,” he continued, growing more flustered as he spoke, “that I’ve been acting with my usual foolish impulsiveness. I completely misunderstood Lady Susan and was about to leave the house under a false impression of her behavior. There’s been a huge mistake; I think we’ve all been mistaken. Frederica doesn’t understand her mother. Lady Susan means nothing but good, but she won’t befriend her. Lady Susan doesn’t always know what will make her daughter happy. Besides, I had no right to get involved. Miss Vernon was wrong to come to me. In short, Catherine, everything went wrong, but now it’s all happily resolved. Lady Susan wants to speak to you about it, if you have the time.” “Of course,” I replied, deeply sighing at the telling of such a weak story. I had no comments to make, though, because words would have been pointless.
Reginald was glad to get away, and I went to Lady Susan, curious, indeed, to hear her account of it. “Did I not tell you,” said she with a smile, “that your brother would not leave us after all?” “You did, indeed,” replied I very gravely; “but I flattered myself you would be mistaken.” “I should not have hazarded such an opinion,” returned she, “if it had not at that moment occurred to me that his resolution of going might be occasioned by a conversation in which we had been this morning engaged, and which had ended very much to his dissatisfaction, from our not rightly understanding each other’s meaning. This idea struck me at the moment, and I instantly determined that an accidental dispute, in which I might probably be as much to blame as himself, should not deprive you of your brother. If you remember, I left the room almost immediately. I was resolved to lose no time in clearing up those mistakes as far as I could. The case was this—Frederica had set herself violently against marrying Sir James.” “And can your ladyship wonder that she should?” cried I with some warmth; “Frederica has an excellent understanding, and Sir James has none.” “I am at least very far from regretting it, my dear sister,” said she; “on the contrary, I am grateful for so favourable a sign of my daughter’s sense. Sir James is certainly below par (his boyish manners make him appear worse); and had Frederica possessed the penetration and the abilities which I could have wished in my daughter, or had I even known her to possess as much as she does, I should not have been anxious for the match.” “It is odd that you should alone be ignorant of your daughter’s sense!” “Frederica never does justice to herself; her manners are shy and childish, and besides she is afraid of me. During her poor father’s life she was a spoilt child; the severity which it has since been necessary for me to show has alienated her affection; neither has she any of that brilliancy of intellect, that genius or vigour of mind which will force itself forward.” “Say rather that she has been unfortunate in her education!” “Heaven knows, my dearest Mrs. Vernon, how fully I am aware of that; but I would wish to forget every circumstance that might throw blame on the memory of one whose name is sacred with me.” Here she pretended to cry; I was out of patience with her. “But what,” said I, “was your ladyship going to tell me about your disagreement with my brother?” “It originated in an action of my daughter’s, which equally marks her want of judgment and the unfortunate dread of me I have been mentioning—she wrote to Mr. De Courcy.” “I know she did; you had forbidden her speaking to Mr. Vernon or to me on the cause of her distress; what could she do, therefore, but apply to my brother?” “Good God!” she exclaimed, “what an opinion you must have of me! Can you possibly suppose that I was aware of her unhappiness! that it was my object to make my own child miserable, and that I had forbidden her speaking to you on the subject from a fear of your interrupting the diabolical scheme? Do you think me destitute of every honest, every natural feeling? Am I capable of consigning her to everlasting misery whose welfare it is my first earthly duty to promote? The idea is horrible!” “What, then, was your intention when you insisted on her silence?” “Of what use, my dear sister, could be any application to you, however the affair might stand? Why should I subject you to entreaties which I refused to attend to myself? Neither for your sake nor for hers, nor for my own, could such a thing be desirable. When my own resolution was taken I could not wish for the interference, however friendly, of another person. I was mistaken, it is true, but I believed myself right.” “But what was this mistake to which your ladyship so often alludes? from whence arose so astonishing a misconception of your daughter’s feelings? Did you not know that she disliked Sir James?” “I knew that he was not absolutely the man she would have chosen, but I was persuaded that her objections to him did not arise from any perception of his deficiency. You must not question me, however, my dear sister, too minutely on this point,” continued she, taking me affectionately by the hand; “I honestly own that there is something to conceal. Frederica makes me very unhappy! Her applying to Mr. De Courcy hurt me particularly.” “What is it you mean to infer,” said I, “by this appearance of mystery? If you think your daughter at all attached to Reginald, her objecting to Sir James could not less deserve to be attended to than if the cause of her objecting had been a consciousness of his folly; and why should your ladyship, at any rate, quarrel with my brother for an interference which, you must know, it is not in his nature to refuse when urged in such a manner?”
Reginald was happy to leave, and I went to Lady Susan, eager to hear her side of things. “Did I not tell you,” she said with a smile, “that your brother wouldn’t really leave us after all?” “You did indeed,” I replied very seriously; “but I had hoped you would be wrong.” “I wouldn’t have made such a statement,” she replied, “if I hadn’t just realized that his decision to go might have come from a conversation we had earlier that morning, which ended up with him feeling quite dissatisfied because we didn’t understand each other properly. This thought struck me right away, and I immediately decided that a casual argument, in which I might be just as much at fault as he was, shouldn’t take your brother away from you. If you recall, I left the room almost immediately. I was determined not to waste any time fixing those misunderstandings as best I could. Here’s the situation—Frederica was strongly against marrying Sir James.” “And can you blame her?” I exclaimed with some passion; “Frederica is very smart, and Sir James isn’t.” “I’m certainly not regretting it, my dear sister,” she said; “on the contrary, I’m grateful for such a positive sign of my daughter’s judgment. Sir James is definitely not up to par (his childish behavior makes him seem even worse); and if Frederica had the insight and abilities I would have wanted in my daughter, or if I had known she had as much sense as she does, I wouldn’t have been concerned about the match.” “It’s strange that you are the only one unaware of your daughter’s intelligence!” “Frederica never gives herself enough credit; she’s shy and acts childish, and she’s also afraid of me. During her father’s lifetime, she was a pampered child; the strictness I’ve had to show since then has driven a wedge between us. She doesn’t have that brilliance of mind that would make her stand out.” “Rather, it’s that she hasn’t had the best education!” “Heaven knows, my dearest Mrs. Vernon, how aware I am of that; but I’d prefer to forget anything that might tarnish the memory of someone whose name is sacred to me.” She pretended to cry, and I was fed up with her. “But what,” I said, “were you going to tell me about your disagreement with my brother?” “It started with an action of my daughter’s, which highlights both her lack of judgment and the unfortunate fear of me I’ve mentioned—she wrote to Mr. De Courcy.” “I know she did; you had forbidden her from talking to Mr. Vernon or me about the cause of her distress; what else could she do but go to my brother?” “Good God!” she exclaimed, “what must you think of me! Can you really believe that I knew she was unhappy—that I intended to make my own child miserable, and that I forbade her from speaking to you out of fear that you would ruin my wicked plan? Do you think I lack every honest and natural feeling? Am I capable of sending her to a lifetime of misery when her well-being is my primary duty? The thought is dreadful!” “Then what was your aim when you insisted on her silence?” “What good, my dear sister, could it do to consult you, no matter how the issue stood? Why should I put you through entreaties that I refused to consider myself? It wasn’t desirable for you, for her, or for me. Once I had made my own decision, I didn’t want anyone else’s interference, however friendly. I admit I was wrong, but at the time, I believed I was right.” “But what was this mistake you keep referring to? Where did such a shocking misunderstanding of your daughter’s feelings come from? Did you not realize she disliked Sir James?” “I knew he wasn’t exactly her first choice, but I was convinced that her objections to him didn’t stem from any realization of his shortcomings. But please, my dear sister, don’t question me too closely on this,” she said, taking my hand affectionately; “I admit there’s something to hide. Frederica makes me very unhappy! Her reaching out to Mr. De Courcy particularly upset me.” “What do you mean by this air of mystery?” I asked. “If you think your daughter has any feelings for Reginald, her objections to Sir James should definitely be taken seriously, regardless of whether her reasons stem from awareness of his shortcomings; and why should you, of all people, be upset with my brother for helping out, knowing that it’s just not in his nature to refuse when asked nicely?”
“His disposition, you know, is warm, and he came to expostulate with me; his compassion all alive for this ill-used girl, this heroine in distress! We misunderstood each other: he believed me more to blame than I really was; I considered his interference less excusable than I now find it. I have a real regard for him, and was beyond expression mortified to find it, as I thought, so ill bestowed. We were both warm, and of course both to blame. His resolution of leaving Churchhill is consistent with his general eagerness. When I understood his intention, however, and at the same time began to think that we had been perhaps equally mistaken in each other’s meaning, I resolved to have an explanation before it was too late. For any member of your family I must always feel a degree of affection, and I own it would have sensibly hurt me if my acquaintance with Mr. De Courcy had ended so gloomily. I have now only to say further, that as I am convinced of Frederica’s having a reasonable dislike to Sir James, I shall instantly inform him that he must give up all hope of her. I reproach myself for having, even though innocently, made her unhappy on that score. She shall have all the retribution in my power to make; if she value her own happiness as much as I do, if she judge wisely, and command herself as she ought, she may now be easy. Excuse me, my dearest sister, for thus trespassing on your time, but I owe it to my own character; and after this explanation I trust I am in no danger of sinking in your opinion.” I could have said, “Not much, indeed!” but I left her almost in silence. It was the greatest stretch of forbearance I could practise. I could not have stopped myself had I begun. Her assurance! her deceit! but I will not allow myself to dwell on them; they will strike you sufficiently. My heart sickens within me. As soon as I was tolerably composed I returned to the parlour. Sir James’s carriage was at the door, and he, merry as usual, soon afterwards took his leave. How easily does her ladyship encourage or dismiss a lover! In spite of this release, Frederica still looks unhappy: still fearful, perhaps, of her mother’s anger; and though dreading my brother’s departure, jealous, it may be, of his staying. I see how closely she observes him and Lady Susan, poor girl! I have now no hope for her. There is not a chance of her affection being returned. He thinks very differently of her from what he used to do; he does her some justice, but his reconciliation with her mother precludes every dearer hope. Prepare, my dear mother, for the worst! The probability of their marrying is surely heightened! He is more securely hers than ever. When that wretched event takes place, Frederica must belong wholly to us. I am thankful that my last letter will precede this by so little, as every moment that you can be saved from feeling a joy which leads only to disappointment is of consequence.
“His temperament, you know, is warm, and he came to talk to me; his concern fully engaged for this mistreated girl, this damsel in distress! We misunderstood one another: he thought I was more at fault than I really was; I viewed his interference as less justifiable than I now do. I genuinely care for him and was extremely embarrassed to discover that, as I believed, my feelings for him were misguided. We were both passionate, and naturally, both of us share the blame. His decision to leave Churchhill is consistent with his usual eagerness. However, when I understood his intention and started to realize that we might have been equally mistaken about each other’s intentions, I decided to seek an explanation before it was too late. For any member of your family, I will always feel a certain affection, and I admit it would have truly hurt me if my friendship with Mr. De Courcy had ended so sadly. I now only have to add that since I am convinced Frederica reasonably dislikes Sir James, I will immediately inform him that he must give up all hopes for her. I blame myself for having, even unintentionally, made her unhappy regarding this. She shall receive all the compensation in my power to give; if she values her happiness as much as I do, if she judges wisely, and controls herself as she should, she can now be at ease. Forgive me, my dearest sister, for taking up your time like this, but I owe it to my own character; and after this explanation, I trust I am no longer at risk of losing your respect.” I could have said, “Not much, indeed!” but I left her nearly in silence. It was the utmost restraint I could exercise. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself if I had started. Her arrogance! Her deceit! but I won’t let myself dwell on them; they will affect you enough. My heart is heavy within me. As soon as I was somewhat composed, I returned to the living room. Sir James’s carriage was at the door, and he, cheerful as usual, soon afterward took his leave. How easily does she manage to encourage or dismiss a suitor! Despite this separation, Frederica still seems unhappy: still possibly fearing her mother’s anger; and although she dreads my brother’s departure, she may also be envious of his staying. I see how closely she watches him and Lady Susan, poor girl! I have no hope for her now. There’s no chance of her feelings being reciprocated. He views her very differently than he used to; he does her some justice, but his reconciliation with her mother eliminates any closer hope. Prepare yourself, dear mother, for the worst! The likelihood of their marrying has surely increased! He is more firmly in her hands than ever. When that unfortunate event occurs, Frederica must belong entirely to us. I’m glad that my last letter will be so close to this, as every moment that you can be spared from feeling a joy that only leads to disappointment is important.
Yours ever, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
Yours always, &c.,
CATHERINE VERNON.
XXV
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
I call on you, dear Alicia, for congratulations: I am my own self, gay and triumphant! When I wrote to you the other day I was, in truth, in high irritation, and with ample cause. Nay, I know not whether I ought to be quite tranquil now, for I have had more trouble in restoring peace than I ever intended to submit to—a spirit, too, resulting from a fancied sense of superior integrity, which is peculiarly insolent! I shall not easily forgive him, I assure you. He was actually on the point of leaving Churchhill! I had scarcely concluded my last, when Wilson brought me word of it. I found, therefore, that something must be done; for I did not choose to leave my character at the mercy of a man whose passions are so violent and so revengeful. It would have been trifling with my reputation to allow of his departing with such an impression in my disfavour; in this light, condescension was necessary. I sent Wilson to say that I desired to speak with him before he went; he came immediately. The angry emotions which had marked every feature when we last parted were partially subdued. He seemed astonished at the summons, and looked as if half wishing and half fearing to be softened by what I might say. If my countenance expressed what I aimed at, it was composed and dignified; and yet, with a degree of pensiveness which might convince him that I was not quite happy. “I beg your pardon, sir, for the liberty I have taken in sending for you,” said I; “but as I have just learnt your intention of leaving this place to-day, I feel it my duty to entreat that you will not on my account shorten your visit here even an hour. I am perfectly aware that after what has passed between us it would ill suit the feelings of either to remain longer in the same house: so very great, so total a change from the intimacy of friendship must render any future intercourse the severest punishment; and your resolution of quitting Churchhill is undoubtedly in unison with our situation, and with those lively feelings which I know you to possess. But, at the same time, it is not for me to suffer such a sacrifice as it must be to leave relations to whom you are so much attached, and are so dear. My remaining here cannot give that pleasure to Mr. and Mrs. Vernon which your society must; and my visit has already perhaps been too long. My removal, therefore, which must, at any rate, take place soon, may, with perfect convenience, be hastened; and I make it my particular request that I may not in any way be instrumental in separating a family so affectionately attached to each other. Where I go is of no consequence to anyone; of very little to myself; but you are of importance to all your connections.” Here I concluded, and I hope you will be satisfied with my speech. Its effect on Reginald justifies some portion of vanity, for it was no less favourable than instantaneous. Oh, how delightful it was to watch the variations of his countenance while I spoke! to see the struggle between returning tenderness and the remains of displeasure. There is something agreeable in feelings so easily worked on; not that I envy him their possession, nor would, for the world, have such myself; but they are very convenient when one wishes to influence the passions of another. And yet this Reginald, whom a very few words from me softened at once into the utmost submission, and rendered more tractable, more attached, more devoted than ever, would have left me in the first angry swelling of his proud heart without deigning to seek an explanation. Humbled as he now is, I cannot forgive him such an instance of pride, and am doubtful whether I ought not to punish him by dismissing him at once after this reconciliation, or by marrying and teazing him for ever. But these measures are each too violent to be adopted without some deliberation; at present my thoughts are fluctuating between various schemes. I have many things to compass: I must punish Frederica, and pretty severely too, for her application to Reginald; I must punish him for receiving it so favourably, and for the rest of his conduct. I must torment my sister-in-law for the insolent triumph of her look and manner since Sir James has been dismissed; for, in reconciling Reginald to me, I was not able to save that ill-fated young man; and I must make myself amends for the humiliation to which I have stooped within these few days. To effect all this I have various plans. I have also an idea of being soon in town; and whatever may be my determination as to the rest, I shall probably put that project in execution; for London will be always the fairest field of action, however my views may be directed; and at any rate I shall there be rewarded by your society, and a little dissipation, for a ten weeks’ penance at Churchhill. I believe I owe it to my character to complete the match between my daughter and Sir James after having so long intended it. Let me know your opinion on this point. Flexibility of mind, a disposition easily biassed by others, is an attribute which you know I am not very desirous of obtaining; nor has Frederica any claim to the indulgence of her notions at the expense of her mother’s inclinations. Her idle love for Reginald, too! It is surely my duty to discourage such romantic nonsense. All things considered, therefore, it seems incumbent on me to take her to town and marry her immediately to Sir James. When my own will is effected contrary to his, I shall have some credit in being on good terms with Reginald, which at present, in fact, I have not; for though he is still in my power, I have given up the very article by which our quarrel was produced, and at best the honour of victory is doubtful. Send me your opinion on all these matters, my dear Alicia, and let me know whether you can get lodgings to suit me within a short distance of you.
I’m reaching out to you, dear Alicia, to share some good news: I’m feeling like myself again, happy and triumphant! When I wrote to you the other day, I was honestly quite irritated, and I had good reason for it. I’m not sure if I should be completely calm now, though, because it took me more effort to restore peace than I ever meant to endure—a mindset that comes from a false sense of higher integrity, which is particularly arrogant! I won’t easily forgive him, I assure you. He was actually about to leave Churchhill! I had barely finished my last letter when Wilson informed me of this. I realized something had to be done; I didn’t want to leave my reputation at the mercy of someone whose emotions are so extreme and vengeful. It would have been undermining my honor to let him leave with such an impression of me; with that in mind, I had to show some humility. I sent Wilson to say that I wanted to speak with him before he left; he came right away. The anger that had marked his face when we last parted had faded somewhat. He looked surprised by the request, as if he both wanted and feared to be softened by what I might say. If my expression conveyed my intentions, it was calm and dignified; but I also wore a hint of sadness that might have shown him I wasn’t entirely happy. “I apologize for the intrusion, sir, in sending for you,” I said; “but since I just learned of your intention to leave today, I feel it’s my responsibility to ask you not to shorten your stay for my sake, even by an hour. I fully understand that after what has happened between us, it wouldn’t suit either of our feelings to stay in the same house: such a drastic change from close friendship would make any future interactions feel like a harsh punishment; your decision to leave Churchhill aligns with our circumstances and the strong feelings I know you have. However, it isn't right for me to ask you to make such a sacrifice by leaving the people you are so attached to and who care for you so deeply. My being here can’t bring Mr. and Mrs. Vernon the joy that your company must; and my visit may have already lasted too long. Therefore, my departure, which will have to happen soon anyway, can be expedited without inconvenience; and I specifically ask that I not be the reason for separating a family that is so affectionately close. Where I go doesn’t matter to anyone; it matters very little to me; but you hold importance for all your connections.” With that, I finished, hoping you’d find my speech satisfactory. Its impact on Reginald gives a bit of pride, as it was both immediate and very positive. Oh, how wonderful it was to see his expressions change while I spoke! Watching the struggle between returning affection and lingering displeasure was intriguing. There’s something satisfying about feelings that are so easily influenced; not that I envy him for having them, nor would I want them myself for anything, but they are quite handy when you want to sway someone else’s emotions. Yet this Reginald, who softened instantly to my words, becoming more compliant, devoted, and attached than ever, would have left me in the heat of his pride without bothering to seek an explanation. Now that he’s humbled, I can’t forgive him for such a show of pride, and I wonder if I should punish him by dismissing him after this reconciliation or by marrying him and teasing him forever. But both options feel too extreme to act on without some thought; right now, I’m torn between various ideas. I have a lot to deal with: I need to punish Frederica, and fairly harshly, for her reaching out to Reginald; I must chastise him for accepting her advances so positively and for his overall behavior. I also need to confront my sister-in-law for the smug triumph she has displayed since Sir James was dismissed; because in making peace with Reginald, I couldn’t save that unfortunate young man; and I need to find a way to make up for the humiliation I’ve endured these past few days. I have different plans to achieve all this. I'm also thinking about heading to town soon; whatever I decide about the rest, I’ll probably go through with that plan, because London will always be the best place to take action, no matter what my goals are; and at the very least, I’ll be rewarded with your company and some socializing after enduring ten weeks at Churchhill. I believe it's time for me to finalize the match between my daughter and Sir James after planning it for so long. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. You know I’m not keen on being easily swayed by others, nor should Frederica have the right to indulge her whims at the expense of her mother’s wishes. And her silly crush on Reginald! It’s certainly my responsibility to put a stop to such romantic nonsense. All things considered, I should take her to town and marry her off to Sir James immediately. Once my own wishes are fulfilled against his, I’ll deserve some credit for being on good terms with Reginald, which I currently am not; even though he is still in my power, I’ve given up the very thing that caused our quarrel, and the honor of winning is at best uncertain. Please send me your thoughts on all these issues, my dear Alicia, and let me know if you can find a place for me to stay nearby.
Your most attached
S. VERNON.
Your closest attachment
S. VERNON.
XXVI
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan.
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan.
Edward Street.
Edward Street.
I am gratified by your reference, and this is my advice: that you come to town yourself, without loss of time, but that you leave Frederica behind. It would surely be much more to the purpose to get yourself well established by marrying Mr. De Courcy, than to irritate him and the rest of his family by making her marry Sir James. You should think more of yourself and less of your daughter. She is not of a disposition to do you credit in the world, and seems precisely in her proper place at Churchhill, with the Vernons. But you are fitted for society, and it is shameful to have you exiled from it. Leave Frederica, therefore, to punish herself for the plague she has given you, by indulging that romantic tender-heartedness which will always ensure her misery enough, and come to London as soon as you can. I have another reason for urging this: Mainwaring came to town last week, and has contrived, in spite of Mr. Johnson, to make opportunities of seeing me. He is absolutely miserable about you, and jealous to such a degree of De Courcy that it would be highly unadvisable for them to meet at present. And yet, if you do not allow him to see you here, I cannot answer for his not committing some great imprudence—such as going to Churchhill, for instance, which would be dreadful! Besides, if you take my advice, and resolve to marry De Courcy, it will be indispensably necessary to you to get Mainwaring out of the way; and you only can have influence enough to send him back to his wife. I have still another motive for your coming: Mr. Johnson leaves London next Tuesday; he is going for his health to Bath, where, if the waters are favourable to his constitution and my wishes, he will be laid up with the gout many weeks. During his absence we shall be able to chuse our own society, and to have true enjoyment. I would ask you to Edward Street, but that once he forced from me a kind of promise never to invite you to my house; nothing but my being in the utmost distress for money should have extorted it from me. I can get you, however, a nice drawing-room apartment in Upper Seymour Street, and we may be always together there or here; for I consider my promise to Mr. Johnson as comprehending only (at least in his absence) your not sleeping in the house. Poor Mainwaring gives me such histories of his wife’s jealousy. Silly woman to expect constancy from so charming a man! but she always was silly—intolerably so in marrying him at all, she the heiress of a large fortune and he without a shilling: one title, I know, she might have had, besides baronets. Her folly in forming the connection was so great that, though Mr. Johnson was her guardian, and I do not in general share his feelings, I never can forgive her.
I'm glad you mentioned that, and here’s my advice: come to town yourself right away, but leave Frederica behind. It’s definitely more important for you to get settled by marrying Mr. De Courcy than to upset him and his family by forcing her to marry Sir James. You should focus more on yourself and less on your daughter. She’s not really the type to bring you any credit in society, and she’s better off at Churchhill with the Vernons. You belong in social circles, and it’s a shame you’re cut off from them. So, let Frederica deal with the consequences of the trouble she’s caused you by wallowing in that sentimental side of hers, which will only lead to her unhappiness. Come to London as soon as you can. I have another reason for pushing this: Mainwaring came to town last week and, despite Mr. Johnson, has managed to find ways to see me. He’s absolutely miserable about you and is so jealous of De Courcy that it would be very unwise for them to meet right now. But if you don’t let him see you here, I can’t promise he won’t do something foolish—like going to Churchhill, which would be a disaster! Plus, if you follow my advice and decide to marry De Courcy, you’ll definitely need to get Mainwaring out of the way; only you have enough influence to send him back to his wife. I have yet another reason for you to come: Mr. Johnson is leaving London next Tuesday; he’s going to Bath for his health, and if the waters do help him and my wishes come true, he’ll be laid up with gout for weeks. During his absence, we can choose our own company and truly enjoy ourselves. I’d invite you to Edward Street, but he once forced me to promise never to invite you to my house; only extreme financial distress should have made me agree to that. However, I can get you a nice drawing-room apartment in Upper Seymour Street, and we can always be together there or here; my promise to Mr. Johnson only applies to you not sleeping in the house while he’s away. Poor Mainwaring tells me all about his wife's jealousy. What a foolish woman to expect loyalty from such a charming man! But she’s always been silly—incredibly so for marrying him in the first place, her being the heiress of a large fortune and him with nothing. I know there was at least one title she could have had besides baronets. Her foolishness in that connection was so great that, even though Mr. Johnson was her guardian and I generally don’t share his views, I can never forgive her.
Adieu. Yours ever,
ALICIA.
Goodbye. Always yours,
ALICIA.
XXVII
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
This letter, my dear Mother, will be brought you by Reginald. His long visit is about to be concluded at last, but I fear the separation takes place too late to do us any good. She is going to London to see her particular friend, Mrs. Johnson. It was at first her intention that Frederica should accompany her, for the benefit of masters, but we overruled her there. Frederica was wretched in the idea of going, and I could not bear to have her at the mercy of her mother; not all the masters in London could compensate for the ruin of her comfort. I should have feared, too, for her health, and for everything but her principles—there I believe she is not to be injured by her mother, or her mother’s friends; but with those friends she must have mixed (a very bad set, I doubt not), or have been left in total solitude, and I can hardly tell which would have been worse for her. If she is with her mother, moreover, she must, alas! in all probability be with Reginald, and that would be the greatest evil of all. Here we shall in time be in peace, and our regular employments, our books and conversations, with exercise, the children, and every domestic pleasure in my power to procure her, will, I trust, gradually overcome this youthful attachment. I should not have a doubt of it were she slighted for any other woman in the world than her own mother. How long Lady Susan will be in town, or whether she returns here again, I know not. I could not be cordial in my invitation, but if she chuses to come no want of cordiality on my part will keep her away. I could not help asking Reginald if he intended being in London this winter, as soon as I found her ladyship’s steps would be bent thither; and though he professed himself quite undetermined, there was something in his look and voice as he spoke which contradicted his words. I have done with lamentation; I look upon the event as so far decided that I resign myself to it in despair. If he leaves you soon for London everything will be concluded.
This letter, dear Mom, will be delivered to you by Reginald. His long visit is finally coming to an end, but I worry that the separation comes too late to help us. She is heading to London to see her close friend, Mrs. Johnson. At first, she planned for Frederica to go with her to benefit from tutors, but we convinced her otherwise. Frederica was miserable at the thought of going, and I couldn’t bear the idea of her being at her mother’s mercy; no amount of tutors in London could make up for the damage to her happiness. I would have been concerned for her health and everything except her principles—there, I believe she will be safe from her mother and her mother’s friends; but she would have had to socialize with those friends (a very bad group, I suspect), or be left completely alone, and I can hardly say which would be worse for her. If she’s with her mother, she will likely also be with Reginald, and that would be the worst part of all. Here, we will eventually find peace, and our routine—our books, conversations, exercise, the children, and all the domestic joys I can provide her—will hopefully help her get over this youthful crush. I wouldn't doubt it if she weren’t being dismissed for any other woman in the world but her own mother. I don't know how long Lady Susan will be in the city or if she'll come back here again. I couldn't be enthusiastic in my invitation, but if she chooses to come, nothing will stop her, no lack of enthusiasm on my part. I couldn’t help but ask Reginald if he plans to be in London this winter, as soon as I found out Lady Susan is headed there; although he said he wasn’t sure, there was something in his look and tone that suggested otherwise. I’m done with lamenting; I see this situation as mostly settled, and I’m resigning myself to it in despair. If he leaves for London soon, everything will be decided.
Your affectionate, &c.,
C. VERNON.
Your affectionate, etc.,
C. VERNON.
XXVIII
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan.
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan.
Edward Street.
Edward Street.
My dearest Friend,—I write in the greatest distress; the most unfortunate event has just taken place. Mr. Johnson has hit on the most effectual manner of plaguing us all. He had heard, I imagine, by some means or other, that you were soon to be in London, and immediately contrived to have such an attack of the gout as must at least delay his journey to Bath, if not wholly prevent it. I am persuaded the gout is brought on or kept off at pleasure; it was the same when I wanted to join the Hamiltons to the Lakes; and three years ago, when I had a fancy for Bath, nothing could induce him to have a gouty symptom.
My dearest Friend, — I’m writing to you in great distress; the most unfortunate event has just happened. Mr. Johnson has found the best way to annoy us all. I imagine he somehow heard that you would soon be in London, and he immediately managed to have such a bad attack of gout that it will at least delay his trip to Bath, if not stop it completely. I’m convinced that the gout can be controlled at will; it was the same when I wanted to join the Hamiltons at the Lakes, and three years ago, when I was keen on going to Bath, nothing could make him show any signs of gout.
I am pleased to find that my letter had so much effect on you, and that De Courcy is certainly your own. Let me hear from you as soon as you arrive, and in particular tell me what you mean to do with Mainwaring. It is impossible to say when I shall be able to come to you; my confinement must be great. It is such an abominable trick to be ill here instead of at Bath that I can scarcely command myself at all. At Bath his old aunts would have nursed him, but here it all falls upon me; and he bears pain with such patience that I have not the common excuse for losing my temper.
I'm really glad to see that my letter had such an impact on you and that De Courcy is definitely yours. Let me know as soon as you arrive, and especially what you plan to do about Mainwaring. I can't say when I'll be able to come see you; I have to stay here for a while. It's such a terrible situation to be sick here instead of in Bath that I can barely keep it together. In Bath, his old aunts would have taken care of him, but here it all falls on me; and he handles pain with such patience that I don't even have the usual excuse for losing my temper.
Yours ever,
ALICIA.
Yours always,
ALICIA.
XXIX
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mrs. Johnson.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour St.
My dear Alicia,—There needed not this last fit of the gout to make me detest Mr. Johnson, but now the extent of my aversion is not to be estimated. To have you confined as nurse in his apartment! My dear Alicia, of what a mistake were you guilty in marrying a man of his age! just old enough to be formal, ungovernable, and to have the gout; too old to be agreeable, too young to die. I arrived last night about five, had scarcely swallowed my dinner when Mainwaring made his appearance. I will not dissemble what real pleasure his sight afforded me, nor how strongly I felt the contrast between his person and manners and those of Reginald, to the infinite disadvantage of the latter. For an hour or two I was even staggered in my resolution of marrying him, and though this was too idle and nonsensical an idea to remain long on my mind, I do not feel very eager for the conclusion of my marriage, nor look forward with much impatience to the time when Reginald, according to our agreement, is to be in town. I shall probably put off his arrival under some pretence or other. He must not come till Mainwaring is gone. I am still doubtful at times as to marrying; if the old man would die I might not hesitate, but a state of dependance on the caprice of Sir Reginald will not suit the freedom of my spirit; and if I resolve to wait for that event, I shall have excuse enough at present in having been scarcely ten months a widow. I have not given Mainwaring any hint of my intention, or allowed him to consider my acquaintance with Reginald as more than the commonest flirtation, and he is tolerably appeased. Adieu, till we meet; I am enchanted with my lodgings.
My dear Alicia, — I didn’t need this last attack of gout to make me hate Mr. Johnson, but now my loathing for him is beyond measure. The thought of having you stuck as a caregiver in his room! My dear Alicia, what a big mistake you made marrying a man his age! Just old enough to be stuffy, unmanageable, and have gout; too old to be enjoyable, but not old enough to die. I got here last night around five, barely finished my dinner when Mainwaring showed up. I won’t pretend that seeing him didn’t bring me real pleasure, nor how strongly I felt the difference between him and Reginald, to Reginald’s great disadvantage. For a couple of hours, I even wavered in my decision to marry him, and although that was a silly and pointless thought that didn’t stick around long, I’m not very excited about finishing my marriage or looking forward to when Reginald, as we agreed, will be in town. I’ll probably find some excuse to delay his arrival. He can’t come until Mainwaring leaves. I still have doubts about marrying; if the old man would just die, I might not hesitate, but being dependent on Sir Reginald’s whims won’t fit my desire for freedom; and if I decide to wait for that to happen, I have plenty of excuses for now since I’ve been a widow for barely ten months. I haven’t given Mainwaring any hint of my plan or let him think my relationship with Reginald is more than just a casual flirtation, and he seems to be okay with that. Goodbye until we meet; I’m thrilled with my place.
Yours ever,
S. VERNON.
Yours always,
S. VERNON.
XXX
Lady Susan Vernon to Mr. De Courcy.
Lady Susan Vernon to Mr. De Courcy.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour St.
I have received your letter, and though I do not attempt to conceal that I am gratified by your impatience for the hour of meeting, I yet feel myself under the necessity of delaying that hour beyond the time originally fixed. Do not think me unkind for such an exercise of my power, nor accuse me of instability without first hearing my reasons. In the course of my journey from Churchhill I had ample leisure for reflection on the present state of our affairs, and every review has served to convince me that they require a delicacy and cautiousness of conduct to which we have hitherto been too little attentive. We have been hurried on by our feelings to a degree of precipitation which ill accords with the claims of our friends or the opinion of the world. We have been unguarded in forming this hasty engagement, but we must not complete the imprudence by ratifying it while there is so much reason to fear the connection would be opposed by those friends on whom you depend. It is not for us to blame any expectations on your father’s side of your marrying to advantage; where possessions are so extensive as those of your family, the wish of increasing them, if not strictly reasonable, is too common to excite surprize or resentment. He has a right to require a woman of fortune in his daughter-in-law, and I am sometimes quarrelling with myself for suffering you to form a connection so imprudent; but the influence of reason is often acknowledged too late by those who feel like me. I have now been but a few months a widow, and, however little indebted to my husband’s memory for any happiness derived from him during a union of some years, I cannot forget that the indelicacy of so early a second marriage must subject me to the censure of the world, and incur, what would be still more insupportable, the displeasure of Mr. Vernon. I might perhaps harden myself in time against the injustice of general reproach, but the loss of his valued esteem I am, as you well know, ill-fitted to endure; and when to this may be added the consciousness of having injured you with your family, how am I to support myself? With feelings so poignant as mine, the conviction of having divided the son from his parents would make me, even with you, the most miserable of beings. It will surely, therefore, be advisable to delay our union—to delay it till appearances are more promising—till affairs have taken a more favourable turn. To assist us in such a resolution I feel that absence will be necessary. We must not meet. Cruel as this sentence may appear, the necessity of pronouncing it, which can alone reconcile it to myself, will be evident to you when you have considered our situation in the light in which I have found myself imperiously obliged to place it. You may be—you must be—well assured that nothing but the strongest conviction of duty could induce me to wound my own feelings by urging a lengthened separation, and of insensibility to yours you will hardly suspect me. Again, therefore, I say that we ought not, we must not, yet meet. By a removal for some months from each other we shall tranquillise the sisterly fears of Mrs. Vernon, who, accustomed herself to the enjoyment of riches, considers fortune as necessary everywhere, and whose sensibilities are not of a nature to comprehend ours. Let me hear from you soon—very soon. Tell me that you submit to my arguments, and do not reproach me for using such. I cannot bear reproaches: my spirits are not so high as to need being repressed. I must endeavour to seek amusement, and fortunately many of my friends are in town; amongst them the Mainwarings; you know how sincerely I regard both husband and wife.
I got your letter, and while I don’t want to hide that I’m pleased by your eagerness to meet, I feel I have to push that meeting back to a later time than we originally planned. Please don’t think I’m being unkind or accuse me of being inconsistent without first hearing my reasons. During my trip from Churchhill, I had plenty of time to reflect on our situation, and every time I think about it, I realize it needs a sensitivity and carefulness we've been overlooking. We’ve let our emotions lead us to a rush that doesn’t align with what our friends expect or what society thinks. We jumped into this commitment too quickly, and we shouldn’t make it worse by going forward when there’s a strong chance that your friends will oppose it. It’s not fair for us to fault your father's hopes for you to marry well; when a family has the wealth yours does, wanting to build on that is a common expectation, even if it’s not entirely reasonable. He has every right to want a wealthy daughter-in-law, and I sometimes get frustrated with myself for allowing you to get involved in such a rash connection; yet, those who feel like I do often realize the importance of reason too late. I've only been a widow for a few months, and while I didn’t gain happiness from my husband during our years together, I can’t ignore that rushing into a second marriage so soon would invite judgment from others and, even worse, the disapproval of Mr. Vernon. I might eventually toughen up against the unfairness of public criticism, but I truly can’t bear losing his valued respect; and when I add to that the knowledge that I might hurt you with your family, how could I handle it? With feelings as intense as mine, knowing I could break the bond between son and parents would make me feel utterly miserable, even with you. Therefore, it’s wise for us to postpone our marriage—wait until the situation looks more positive and things are more favorable. To help us reach this decision, I think we need some time apart. We can’t see each other. I know this sounds harsh, but the necessity of saying it, which helps me come to terms with it, will be clear to you once you see our situation the way I've had to. You must be certain that only the strongest sense of duty could make me cause myself this emotional pain by insisting on a longer separation, and you can hardly suspect me of being insensitive to yours. Again, I must insist that we shouldn’t, we can’t, see each other just yet. By being apart for a few months, we can ease Mrs. Vernon’s worries, who, used to living in luxury, believes that fortune is vital everywhere and doesn’t understand our feelings. Please write to me soon—very soon. Let me know that you’ll accept my arguments and won’t blame me for making them. I can’t handle blame; my spirits aren’t high enough to deal with that. I need to find some fun, and thankfully, many of my friends are in town, including the Mainwarings—you know how much I truly care for both of them.
I am, very faithfully yours,
S. VERNON
I am, very truly yours,
S. VERNON
XXXI
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour St.
My dear Friend,—That tormenting creature, Reginald, is here. My letter, which was intended to keep him longer in the country, has hastened him to town. Much as I wish him away, however, I cannot help being pleased with such a proof of attachment. He is devoted to me, heart and soul. He will carry this note himself, which is to serve as an introduction to you, with whom he longs to be acquainted. Allow him to spend the evening with you, that I may be in no danger of his returning here. I have told him that I am not quite well, and must be alone; and should he call again there might be confusion, for it is impossible to be sure of servants. Keep him, therefore, I entreat you, in Edward Street. You will not find him a heavy companion, and I allow you to flirt with him as much as you like. At the same time, do not forget my real interest; say all that you can to convince him that I shall be quite wretched if he remains here; you know my reasons—propriety, and so forth. I would urge them more myself, but that I am impatient to be rid of him, as Mainwaring comes within half an hour. Adieu!
My dear Friend,—That annoying person, Reginald, is here. My letter, which was meant to keep him in the countryside longer, has actually brought him to town sooner. As much as I want him gone, I can't help but be pleased with this sign of his affection. He is completely devoted to me. He will deliver this note to you himself, as it's meant to introduce him to you, someone he is eager to meet. Please let him spend the evening with you so I won’t have to worry about him coming back here. I’ve told him I’m not feeling well and need to be alone; if he stops by again, it might get confusing, since you can never be sure of the staff. So, please keep him in Edward Street. You won't find him dull, and feel free to flirt with him as much as you want. Just don’t forget my real concern; say whatever you can to make him believe that I’ll be completely miserable if he stays here; you know my reasons—propriety and all that. I would stress them myself, but I’m just eager to be rid of him, as Mainwaring is arriving in half an hour. Goodbye!
S. VERNON.
S. VERNON.
XXXII
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan.
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan.
Edward Street.
Edward Street.
My dear Creature,—I am in agonies, and know not what to do. Mr. De Courcy arrived just when he should not. Mrs. Mainwaring had that instant entered the house, and forced herself into her guardian’s presence, though I did not know a syllable of it till afterwards, for I was out when both she and Reginald came, or I should have sent him away at all events; but she was shut up with Mr. Johnson, while he waited in the drawing-room for me. She arrived yesterday in pursuit of her husband, but perhaps you know this already from himself. She came to this house to entreat my husband’s interference, and before I could be aware of it, everything that you could wish to be concealed was known to him, and unluckily she had wormed out of Mainwaring’s servant that he had visited you every day since your being in town, and had just watched him to your door herself! What could I do! Facts are such horrid things! All is by this time known to De Courcy, who is now alone with Mr. Johnson. Do not accuse me; indeed, it was impossible to prevent it. Mr. Johnson has for some time suspected De Courcy of intending to marry you, and would speak with him alone as soon as he knew him to be in the house. That detestable Mrs. Mainwaring, who, for your comfort, has fretted herself thinner and uglier than ever, is still here, and they have been all closeted together. What can be done? At any rate, I hope he will plague his wife more than ever. With anxious wishes,
My dear Creature, — I’m in agony and don’t know what to do. Mr. De Courcy showed up at the worst possible moment. Mrs. Mainwaring had just entered the house and forced her way into her guardian’s presence, though I didn’t know any of this until later, as I was out when both she and Reginald arrived. If I’d been there, I definitely would have sent him away; she was alone with Mr. Johnson while he waited for me in the drawing room. She came yesterday looking for her husband, but you probably already know that from him. She came to this house to ask my husband for help, and before I realized what was happening, everything you would have wanted to keep secret was out in the open with him. Unfortunately, she had managed to pry from Mainwaring’s servant that he had visited you every day since you arrived in town, and she even saw him go to your door! What could I do? Facts are terrible things! By now, everything is known to De Courcy, who is now alone with Mr. Johnson. Don’t blame me; honestly, there was nothing I could do to stop it. Mr. Johnson has suspected for a while that De Courcy wants to marry you and wanted to talk to him alone as soon as he knew he was in the house. That awful Mrs. Mainwaring, who has made herself look thinner and more unattractive than ever for your sake, is still here, and they’ve all been locked away together. What can be done? In any case, I hope he will annoy his wife more than ever. With anxious wishes,
Yours faithfully,
ALICIA.
Best regards,
ALICIA.
XXXIII
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour St.
This éclaircissement is rather provoking. How unlucky that you should have been from home! I thought myself sure of you at seven! I am undismayed however. Do not torment yourself with fears on my account; depend on it, I can make my story good with Reginald. Mainwaring is just gone; he brought me the news of his wife’s arrival. Silly woman, what does she expect by such manoeuvres? Yet I wish she had stayed quietly at Langford. Reginald will be a little enraged at first, but by to-morrow’s dinner, everything will be well again.
This clarification is quite provoking. How unfortunate that you were not home! I thought I could count on you at seven! I'm not worried, though. Don't stress over me; trust me, I can make my story work with Reginald. Mainwaring just left; he brought me the news about his wife's arrival. Silly woman, what does she think to gain with such tactics? Still, I wish she had stayed calmly at Langford. Reginald will be a bit upset at first, but by tomorrow's dinner, everything will be fine again.
Adieu!
S. V.
Goodbye!
S. V.
XXXIV
Mr. De Courcy to Lady Susan.
Mr. De Courcy to Lady Susan.
—— Hotel.
Hotel.
I write only to bid you farewell, the spell is removed; I see you as you are. Since we parted yesterday, I have received from indisputable authority such a history of you as must bring the most mortifying conviction of the imposition I have been under, and the absolute necessity of an immediate and eternal separation from you. You cannot doubt to what I allude. Langford! Langford! that word will be sufficient. I received my information in Mr. Johnson’s house, from Mrs. Mainwaring herself. You know how I have loved you; you can intimately judge of my present feelings, but I am not so weak as to find indulgence in describing them to a woman who will glory in having excited their anguish, but whose affection they have never been able to gain.
I'm writing just to say goodbye; the spell is broken, and I see you for who you really are. Since we separated yesterday, I’ve gotten some undeniable information about you that has brought me the most humiliating realization of the deception I’ve been under and the urgent need for me to separate from you completely and forever. You must know what I’m referring to. Langford! Langford! That name will be enough. I got my information at Mr. Johnson’s house, directly from Mrs. Mainwaring herself. You know how deeply I loved you; you can understand my current feelings, but I’m not so weak as to find comfort in expressing them to someone who will take pride in having caused my pain, yet whose affection I could never win.
R. DE COURCY.
R. D.E. Courcy.
XXXV
Lady Susan to Mr. De Courcy.
Lady Susan to Mr. De Courcy.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour St.
I will not attempt to describe my astonishment in reading the note this moment received from you. I am bewildered in my endeavours to form some rational conjecture of what Mrs. Mainwaring can have told you to occasion so extraordinary a change in your sentiments. Have I not explained everything to you with respect to myself which could bear a doubtful meaning, and which the ill-nature of the world had interpreted to my discredit? What can you now have heard to stagger your esteem for me? Have I ever had a concealment from you? Reginald, you agitate me beyond expression, I cannot suppose that the old story of Mrs. Mainwaring’s jealousy can be revived again, or at least be listened to again. Come to me immediately, and explain what is at present absolutely incomprehensible. Believe me, the single word of Langford is not of such potent intelligence as to supersede the necessity of more. If we are to part, it will at least be handsome to take your personal leave—but I have little heart to jest; in truth, I am serious enough; for to be sunk, though but for an hour, in your esteem is a humiliation to which I know not how to submit. I shall count every minute till your arrival.
I won’t even try to express my shock at the note I just received from you. I’m confused as I try to figure out what Mrs. Mainwaring could have told you that would make you change your feelings so drastically. Haven’t I clarified everything about myself that could be misunderstood, especially things the world has twisted against me? What could you have heard that would shake your respect for me? Have I ever hidden anything from you? Reginald, you’re upsetting me more than I can say. I can’t believe that the old story about Mrs. Mainwaring’s jealousy has come up again, or that it’s even worth listening to again. Please come to me right away and explain this completely baffling situation. Trust me, whatever you heard from Langford isn’t powerful enough to make more explanation unnecessary. If we have to part ways, it at least seems polite for you to say goodbye in person—but I’m not really in the mood for jokes; I’m dead serious. The thought of being looked down upon by you, even for an hour, is a humiliation I can’t bear. I’ll be counting the minutes until you arrive.
S. V.
S. V.
XXXVI
Mr. De Courcy to Lady Susan.
Mr. De Courcy to Lady Susan.
—— Hotel.
Hotel.
Why would you write to me? Why do you require particulars? But, since it must be so, I am obliged to declare that all the accounts of your misconduct during the life, and since the death of Mr. Vernon, which had reached me, in common with the world in general, and gained my entire belief before I saw you, but which you, by the exertion of your perverted abilities, had made me resolved to disallow, have been unanswerably proved to me; nay more, I am assured that a connection, of which I had never before entertained a thought, has for some time existed, and still continues to exist, between you and the man whose family you robbed of its peace in return for the hospitality with which you were received into it; that you have corresponded with him ever since your leaving Langford; not with his wife, but with him, and that he now visits you every day. Can you, dare you deny it? and all this at the time when I was an encouraged, an accepted lover! From what have I not escaped! I have only to be grateful. Far from me be all complaint, every sigh of regret. My own folly had endangered me, my preservation I owe to the kindness, the integrity of another; but the unfortunate Mrs. Mainwaring, whose agonies while she related the past seemed to threaten her reason, how is she to be consoled! After such a discovery as this, you will scarcely affect further wonder at my meaning in bidding you adieu. My understanding is at length restored, and teaches no less to abhor the artifices which had subdued me than to despise myself for the weakness on which their strength was founded.
Why would you write to me? Why do you need specifics? But since it must be this way, I have to say that all the reports of your misbehavior during Mr. Vernon's life and after his death that reached me, just like they did the rest of the world, convinced me entirely before I met you. However, you, by using your twisted skills, made me determined to dismiss them. They have now been indisputably proven to me; in fact, I am certain that a connection, one I had never considered before, has existed for some time and still does between you and the man whose family you disturbed in exchange for the hospitality you received. You've been in contact with him since leaving Langford; not with his wife, but with him, and he now visits you every day. Can you, dare you deny it? And all of this when I was an eager, accepted suitor! What have I managed to escape from! I can only be grateful. All complaints and sighs of regret are far from me. My own foolishness put me at risk, and my safety is due to the kindness and integrity of another. But the unfortunate Mrs. Mainwaring, whose pain while recounting the past seemed to threaten her sanity, how can she be consoled? After such a discovery, you can hardly pretend to be surprised by my meaning when I say goodbye. My understanding has finally returned, and it teaches me to not only abhor the tricks that subdued me but also to despise myself for the weakness that allowed their power.
R. DE COURCY.
R. D. E. Courcy.
XXXVII
Lady Susan to Mr. De Courcy.
Lady Susan to Mr. De Courcy.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour St.
I am satisfied, and will trouble you no more when these few lines are dismissed. The engagement which you were eager to form a fortnight ago is no longer compatible with your views, and I rejoice to find that the prudent advice of your parents has not been given in vain. Your restoration to peace will, I doubt not, speedily follow this act of filial obedience, and I flatter myself with the hope of surviving my share in this disappointment.
I’m content and won’t bother you anymore once I finish this brief note. The commitment you wanted to make two weeks ago no longer aligns with your goals, and I’m glad to see that your parents’ wise advice wasn’t ignored. I have no doubt that your return to peace will soon come after this act of obedience to your family, and I comfort myself with the hope of moving on from this disappointment.
S. V.
S.V.
XXXVIII
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan Vernon.
Mrs. Johnson to Lady Susan Vernon.
Edward Street
Edward St.
I am grieved, though I cannot be astonished at your rupture with Mr. De Courcy; he has just informed Mr. Johnson of it by letter. He leaves London, he says, to-day. Be assured that I partake in all your feelings, and do not be angry if I say that our intercourse, even by letter, must soon be given up. It makes me miserable; but Mr. Johnson vows that if I persist in the connection, he will settle in the country for the rest of his life, and you know it is impossible to submit to such an extremity while any other alternative remains. You have heard of course that the Mainwarings are to part, and I am afraid Mrs. M. will come home to us again; but she is still so fond of her husband, and frets so much about him, that perhaps she may not live long. Miss Mainwaring is just come to town to be with her aunt, and they say that she declares she will have Sir James Martin before she leaves London again. If I were you, I would certainly get him myself. I had almost forgot to give you my opinion of Mr. De Courcy; I am really delighted with him; he is full as handsome, I think, as Mainwaring, and with such an open, good-humoured countenance, that one cannot help loving him at first sight. Mr. Johnson and he are the greatest friends in the world. Adieu, my dearest Susan, I wish matters did not go so perversely. That unlucky visit to Langford! but I dare say you did all for the best, and there is no defying destiny.
I'm really upset, but I'm not surprised about your breakup with Mr. De Courcy; he just told Mr. Johnson about it in a letter. He says he's leaving London today. Please know that I share all your feelings, and don’t be mad if I say we’ll have to stop communicating, even by letter, soon. It makes me really unhappy, but Mr. Johnson insists that if I keep in touch, he’ll move to the countryside for the rest of his life, and you know I can’t agree to that when there are other options. You’ve heard that the Mainwarings are splitting up, and I’m worried Mrs. M. will end up back with us; but she still loves her husband so much and is so upset about him that she might not have long to live. Miss Mainwaring has just come to the city to stay with her aunt, and they say she’s determined to get Sir James Martin before she leaves London again. If I were you, I’d definitely go for him myself. I almost forgot to share my thoughts on Mr. De Courcy; I really like him! I think he’s just as handsome as Mainwaring, and he has such an open, cheerful face that you can’t help but love him at first sight. Mr. Johnson and he are the best of friends. Goodbye, my dearest Susan, I wish things weren’t turning out so badly. That unfortunate visit to Langford! But I’m sure you did what you thought was best, and we can't go against fate.
Your sincerely attached,
ALICIA.
Yours truly,
ALICIA.
XXXIX
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson.
Upper Seymour Street.
Upper Seymour Street.
My dear Alicia,—I yield to the necessity which parts us. Under such circumstances you could not act otherwise. Our friendship cannot be impaired by it, and in happier times, when your situation is as independent as mine, it will unite us again in the same intimacy as ever. For this I shall impatiently wait, and meanwhile can safely assure you that I never was more at ease, or better satisfied with myself and everything about me than at the present hour. Your husband I abhor, Reginald I despise, and I am secure of never seeing either again. Have I not reason to rejoice? Mainwaring is more devoted to me than ever; and were we at liberty, I doubt if I could resist even matrimony offered by him. This event, if his wife live with you, it may be in your power to hasten. The violence of her feelings, which must wear her out, may be easily kept in irritation. I rely on your friendship for this. I am now satisfied that I never could have brought myself to marry Reginald, and am equally determined that Frederica never shall. To-morrow, I shall fetch her from Churchhill, and let Maria Mainwaring tremble for the consequence. Frederica shall be Sir James’s wife before she quits my house, and she may whimper, and the Vernons may storm, I regard them not. I am tired of submitting my will to the caprices of others; of resigning my own judgment in deference to those to whom I owe no duty, and for whom I feel no respect. I have given up too much, have been too easily worked on, but Frederica shall now feel the difference. Adieu, dearest of friends; may the next gouty attack be more favourable! and may you always regard me as unalterably yours,
My dear Alicia,—I give in to the necessity that keeps us apart. Under these circumstances, you couldn't have acted any differently. Our friendship won’t suffer because of it, and in happier times, when your situation matches my independence, we'll be as close as ever again. I’ll wait impatiently for that, and in the meantime, I can honestly say I’ve never felt more at ease or satisfied with myself and everything around me than I do right now. I can't stand your husband, and I despise Reginald, and I'm sure I won't see either of them again. Don’t I have good reason to celebrate? Mainwaring is more devoted to me than ever; if we were free, I’m not sure I could even resist marrying him. If his wife is living with you, it might be in your power to speed that along. The intensity of her emotions, which must be exhausting her, can be kept in a state of irritation pretty easily. I count on your friendship for this. I now know I could never have brought myself to marry Reginald, and I’m just as determined that Frederica never will. Tomorrow, I’ll get her from Churchhill, and let Maria Mainwaring worry about what comes next. Frederica will be Sir James’s wife before she leaves my house, and she can cry, and the Vernons can get angry, but I won't care. I'm tired of bending my will to the whims of others; of giving up my own judgment out of respect for those to whom I owe no duty and for whom I feel no respect. I’ve given up too much, have let myself be influenced too easily, but now Frederica will see the difference. Goodbye, my dearest friend; may your next gout attack be more bearable! And may you always think of me as forever yours,
S. VERNON
S. VERNON
XL
Lady De Courcy to Mrs. Vernon.
Lady De Courcy to Mrs. Vernon.
My dear Catherine,—I have charming news for you, and if I had not sent off my letter this morning you might have been spared the vexation of knowing of Reginald’s being gone to London, for he is returned. Reginald is returned, not to ask our consent to his marrying Lady Susan, but to tell us they are parted for ever. He has been only an hour in the house, and I have not been able to learn particulars, for he is so very low that I have not the heart to ask questions, but I hope we shall soon know all. This is the most joyful hour he has ever given us since the day of his birth. Nothing is wanting but to have you here, and it is our particular wish and entreaty that you would come to us as soon as you can. You have owed us a visit many long weeks; I hope nothing will make it inconvenient to Mr. Vernon; and pray bring all my grand-children; and your dear niece is included, of course; I long to see her. It has been a sad, heavy winter hitherto, without Reginald, and seeing nobody from Churchhill. I never found the season so dreary before; but this happy meeting will make us young again. Frederica runs much in my thoughts, and when Reginald has recovered his usual good spirits (as I trust he soon will) we will try to rob him of his heart once more, and I am full of hopes of seeing their hands joined at no great distance.
My dear Catherine, — I have wonderful news for you, and if I hadn't sent my letter this morning, you might have avoided the annoyance of knowing that Reginald went to London, because he’s back. Reginald is back, not to ask for our blessing to marry Lady Susan, but to tell us they’re separated for good. He’s only been in the house for an hour, and I haven’t been able to get the details since he’s feeling so low that I haven’t had the heart to ask questions, but I hope we’ll find out everything soon. This is the happiest moment he’s given us since the day he was born. We just need you here, and we really wish and ask that you come to us as soon as you can. You’ve owed us a visit for many weeks; I hope nothing will make it inconvenient for Mr. Vernon, and please bring all my grandchildren; your dear niece is included, of course; I can’t wait to see her. It’s been a sad, heavy winter so far without Reginald and with no one from Churchhill visiting. I’ve never found the season so dreary before; but this happy reunion will make us feel young again. Frederica is often on my mind, and when Reginald has regained his usual good spirits (which I believe he will soon), we’ll try to win his heart once again, and I’m full of hope that we’ll see them united before long.
Your affectionate mother,
C. DE COURCY.
Your loving mom,
C. DE COURCY.
XLI
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Mrs. Vernon to Lady De Courcy.
Churchhill.
Churchill.
My dear Mother,—Your letter has surprized me beyond measure! Can it be true that they are really separated—and for ever? I should be overjoyed if I dared depend on it, but after all that I have seen how can one be secure? And Reginald really with you! My surprize is the greater because on Wednesday, the very day of his coming to Parklands, we had a most unexpected and unwelcome visit from Lady Susan, looking all cheerfulness and good-humour, and seeming more as if she were to marry him when she got to London than as if parted from him for ever. She stayed nearly two hours, was as affectionate and agreeable as ever, and not a syllable, not a hint was dropped, of any disagreement or coolness between them. I asked her whether she had seen my brother since his arrival in town; not, as you may suppose, with any doubt of the fact, but merely to see how she looked. She immediately answered, without any embarrassment, that he had been kind enough to call on her on Monday; but she believed he had already returned home, which I was very far from crediting. Your kind invitation is accepted by us with pleasure, and on Thursday next we and our little ones will be with you. Pray heaven, Reginald may not be in town again by that time! I wish we could bring dear Frederica too, but I am sorry to say that her mother’s errand hither was to fetch her away; and, miserable as it made the poor girl, it was impossible to detain her. I was thoroughly unwilling to let her go, and so was her uncle; and all that could be urged we did urge; but Lady Susan declared that as she was now about to fix herself in London for several months, she could not be easy if her daughter were not with her for masters, &c. Her manner, to be sure, was very kind and proper, and Mr. Vernon believes that Frederica will now be treated with affection. I wish I could think so too. The poor girl’s heart was almost broke at taking leave of us. I charged her to write to me very often, and to remember that if she were in any distress we should be always her friends. I took care to see her alone, that I might say all this, and I hope made her a little more comfortable; but I shall not be easy till I can go to town and judge of her situation myself. I wish there were a better prospect than now appears of the match which the conclusion of your letter declares your expectations of. At present, it is not very likely.
My dear Mom,—Your letter surprised me greatly! Can it be true that they are really separated—and for good? I would be so happy if I could believe it, but after everything I've seen, how can I be sure? And Reginald is really with you! I’m even more shocked because on Wednesday, the very day he arrived at Parklands, we had an unexpected and unwelcome visit from Lady Susan, looking all cheerful and in a great mood, as if she was going to marry him when she got to London rather than being parted from him forever. She stayed for almost two hours, was as warm and pleasant as ever, and not a word, not a hint was said about any disagreement or tension between them. I asked her if she had seen my brother since he got to town; not that I doubted it, but just to see how she reacted. She immediately replied, without any hesitation, that he was kind enough to visit her on Monday; but she believed he had already gone home, which I didn't quite believe. We happily accept your kind invitation, and next Thursday, we and our little ones will be with you. I pray that Reginald isn’t in town again by then! I wish we could bring dear Frederica too, but I’m sorry to say her mother's purpose in coming here was to take her away; and as miserable as it made the poor girl, it was impossible to keep her here. I really didn't want her to go, and neither did her uncle; we did everything we could to try to convince her mother, but Lady Susan insisted that since she was about to settle in London for several months, she couldn’t feel comfortable unless her daughter was with her for lessons, etc. Her attitude was indeed very kind and appropriate, and Mr. Vernon believes that Frederica will now be treated with care. I wish I could believe that too. The poor girl was nearly heartbroken saying goodbye to us. I told her to write to me often and remember that if she was ever in distress, we would always be her friends. I made sure to speak to her alone so I could say all this, and I hope it made her feel a little better; but I won’t be at ease until I can go to town and see her situation for myself. I wish there was a better outlook than what your letter hints at regarding the match you’re expecting. Right now, it doesn’t seem very likely.
Yours ever, &c.,
C. VERNON.
Yours always,
C. VERNON.
CONCLUSION
This correspondence, by a meeting between some of the parties, and a separation between the others, could not, to the great detriment of the Post Office revenue, be continued any longer. Very little assistance to the State could be derived from the epistolary intercourse of Mrs. Vernon and her niece; for the former soon perceived, by the style of Frederica’s letters, that they were written under her mother’s inspection! and therefore, deferring all particular enquiry till she could make it personally in London, ceased writing minutely or often. Having learnt enough, in the meanwhile, from her open-hearted brother, of what had passed between him and Lady Susan to sink the latter lower than ever in her opinion, she was proportionably more anxious to get Frederica removed from such a mother, and placed under her own care; and, though with little hope of success, was resolved to leave nothing unattempted that might offer a chance of obtaining her sister-in-law’s consent to it. Her anxiety on the subject made her press for an early visit to London; and Mr. Vernon, who, as it must already have appeared, lived only to do whatever he was desired, soon found some accommodating business to call him thither. With a heart full of the matter, Mrs. Vernon waited on Lady Susan shortly after her arrival in town, and was met with such an easy and cheerful affection, as made her almost turn from her with horror. No remembrance of Reginald, no consciousness of guilt, gave one look of embarrassment; she was in excellent spirits, and seemed eager to show at once by every possible attention to her brother and sister her sense of their kindness, and her pleasure in their society. Frederica was no more altered than Lady Susan; the same restrained manners, the same timid look in the presence of her mother as heretofore, assured her aunt of her situation being uncomfortable, and confirmed her in the plan of altering it. No unkindness, however, on the part of Lady Susan appeared. Persecution on the subject of Sir James was entirely at an end; his name merely mentioned to say that he was not in London; and indeed, in all her conversation, she was solicitous only for the welfare and improvement of her daughter, acknowledging, in terms of grateful delight, that Frederica was now growing every day more and more what a parent could desire. Mrs. Vernon, surprized and incredulous, knew not what to suspect, and, without any change in her own views, only feared greater difficulty in accomplishing them. The first hope of anything better was derived from Lady Susan’s asking her whether she thought Frederica looked quite as well as she had done at Churchhill, as she must confess herself to have sometimes an anxious doubt of London’s perfectly agreeing with her. Mrs. Vernon, encouraging the doubt, directly proposed her niece’s returning with them into the country. Lady Susan was unable to express her sense of such kindness, yet knew not, from a variety of reasons, how to part with her daughter; and as, though her own plans were not yet wholly fixed, she trusted it would ere long be in her power to take Frederica into the country herself, concluded by declining entirely to profit by such unexampled attention. Mrs. Vernon persevered, however, in the offer of it, and though Lady Susan continued to resist, her resistance in the course of a few days seemed somewhat less formidable. The lucky alarm of an influenza decided what might not have been decided quite so soon. Lady Susan’s maternal fears were then too much awakened for her to think of anything but Frederica’s removal from the risk of infection; above all disorders in the world she most dreaded the influenza for her daughter’s constitution!
This correspondence, due to a meeting between some parties and a separation from others, could not continue any longer without causing great harm to the Post Office's revenue. Very little help to the State could come from the letters between Mrs. Vernon and her niece; the former soon realized, by the tone of Frederica’s letters, that they were written under her mother’s supervision! So, she put off any specific inquiries until she could meet in person in London and stopped writing in detail or frequently. In the meantime, she had learned enough from her open-hearted brother about what had occurred between him and Lady Susan to lower the latter even more in her opinion. As a result, she was increasingly eager to get Frederica away from such a mother and under her own care; and, though with little hope of success, she was determined to leave no stone unturned in trying to get her sister-in-law’s consent. Her anxiety about the situation led her to push for an early visit to London, and Mr. Vernon, who, as it must already have been evident, lived only to do whatever was asked of him, soon found some convenient business that called him there. With her heart full of the matter, Mrs. Vernon visited Lady Susan shortly after arriving in town and was met with such easy affection that she almost recoiled in horror. There was no memory of Reginald, no awareness of guilt; not a hint of embarrassment crossed her face. She was in great spirits and seemed eager to show her appreciation and pleasure in her brother and sister’s company through every possible gesture. Frederica hadn’t changed any more than Lady Susan; her restrained manners and the same timid expression in front of her mother as before assured her aunt that her situation was uncomfortable and reinforced her plan to change it. However, there was no unkindness from Lady Susan. The pressure regarding Sir James was completely over; she merely mentioned his name to say he was not in London. In all her conversations, she focused solely on the welfare and development of her daughter, expressing with grateful delight that Frederica was becoming more and more the kind of person a parent could wish for. Mrs. Vernon, surprised and skeptical, didn’t know what to think, and without changing her own plans, was only worried about facing greater challenges in achieving them. The first sign of hope came from Lady Susan asking if Mrs. Vernon thought Frederica looked as well as she did at Churchhill, admitting that she was sometimes concerned about whether London suited her daughter perfectly. Mrs. Vernon, encouraging this uncertainty, directly suggested that her niece return with them to the countryside. Lady Susan could hardly express her gratitude for such kindness, yet for various reasons didn’t know how to part with her daughter; and though her own plans weren’t completely settled, she hoped she’d soon be able to take Frederica into the country herself and ended by entirely declining to benefit from such exceptional generosity. However, Mrs. Vernon persisted in her offer, and despite Lady Susan continuing to resist, her resistance seemed a bit less firm over the next few days. The sudden outbreak of influenza decided what might not have been resolved so quickly. Lady Susan’s maternal fears were then too heightened for her to think of anything but Frederica’s safety from the risk of infection; of all the illnesses in the world, she most dreaded influenza for her daughter’s constitution!
Frederica returned to Churchhill with her uncle and aunt; and three weeks afterwards, Lady Susan announced her being married to Sir James Martin. Mrs. Vernon was then convinced of what she had only suspected before, that she might have spared herself all the trouble of urging a removal which Lady Susan had doubtless resolved on from the first. Frederica’s visit was nominally for six weeks, but her mother, though inviting her to return in one or two affectionate letters, was very ready to oblige the whole party by consenting to a prolongation of her stay, and in the course of two months ceased to write of her absence, and in the course of two more to write to her at all. Frederica was therefore fixed in the family of her uncle and aunt till such time as Reginald De Courcy could be talked, flattered, and finessed into an affection for her which, allowing leisure for the conquest of his attachment to her mother, for his abjuring all future attachments, and detesting the sex, might be reasonably looked for in the course of a twelvemonth. Three months might have done it in general, but Reginald’s feelings were no less lasting than lively. Whether Lady Susan was or was not happy in her second choice, I do not see how it can ever be ascertained; for who would take her assurance of it on either side of the question? The world must judge from probabilities; she had nothing against her but her husband, and her conscience. Sir James may seem to have drawn a harder lot than mere folly merited; I leave him, therefore, to all the pity that anybody can give him. For myself, I confess that I can pity only Miss Mainwaring; who, coming to town, and putting herself to an expense in clothes which impoverished her for two years, on purpose to secure him, was defrauded of her due by a woman ten years older than herself.
Frederica returned to Churchhill with her uncle and aunt, and three weeks later, Lady Susan announced her marriage to Sir James Martin. Mrs. Vernon was then convinced of what she had only suspected before: she could have saved herself the effort of pushing for a removal that Lady Susan had clearly planned from the start. Frederica's visit was supposed to last six weeks, but her mother, while inviting her to come back in one or two affectionate letters, was quite willing to accommodate everyone by agreeing to extend her stay. After two months, she stopped mentioning Frederica's absence, and after another two months, she stopped writing to her altogether. As a result, Frederica remained with her uncle and aunt until Reginald De Courcy could be talked, flattered, and nudged into developing feelings for her, which, with time to break his attachment to her mother, abandon all future romantic interests, and despise the gender altogether, could reasonably be expected within a year. Three months might typically suffice, but Reginald's feelings were as enduring as they were intense. Whether Lady Susan was truly happy with her second choice is impossible to determine; who would believe her claims either way? The world must assess based on probabilities; she had nothing against her except her husband and her conscience. Sir James may seem to have gotten a tougher deal than mere foolishness deserved, so I leave him to the sympathy of anyone who feels inclined to offer it. Personally, I admit that I can only feel sorry for Miss Mainwaring, who came to town and spent a fortune on clothes that left her broke for two years in hopes of winning him over, only to be wronged by a woman ten years older than she was.
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