LETTER 7th
LAURA to MARIANNE
We remained but a few days after our
Marriage, in the Vale of Uske. After taking
an affecting Farewell of my Father, my Mother and
my Isabel, I accompanied Edward to his Aunt’s
in Middlesex. Philippa received us both with
every expression of affectionate Love. My arrival
was indeed a most agreable surprise to her as she
had not only been totally ignorant of my Marriage with
her Nephew, but had never even had the slightest idea
of there being such a person in the World.
Augusta, the sister of Edward was
on a visit to her when we arrived. I found her
exactly what her Brother had described her to be—of
the middle size. She received me with equal surprise
though not with equal Cordiality, as Philippa.
There was a disagreable coldness and Forbidding Reserve
in her reception of me which was equally distressing
and Unexpected. None of that interesting Sensibility
or amiable simpathy in her manners and Address to
me when we first met which should have distinguished
our introduction to each other. Her Language
was neither warm, nor affectionate, her expressions
of regard were neither animated nor cordial; her arms
were not opened to receive me to her Heart, tho’
my own were extended to press her to mine.
A short Conversation between Augusta
and her Brother, which I accidentally overheard encreased
my dislike to her, and convinced me that her Heart
was no more formed for the soft ties of Love than
for the endearing intercourse of Freindship.
“But do you think that my Father
will ever be reconciled to this imprudent connection?”
(said Augusta.)
“Augusta (replied the noble
Youth) I thought you had a better opinion of me, than
to imagine I would so abjectly degrade myself as to
consider my Father’s Concurrence in any of my
affairs, either of Consequence or concern to me.
Tell me Augusta with sincerity; did you ever know
me consult his inclinations or follow his Advice in
the least trifling Particular since the age of fifteen?”
“Edward (replied she) you are
surely too diffident in your own praise. Since
you were fifteen only! My Dear Brother since
you were five years old, I entirely acquit you of
ever having willingly contributed to the satisfaction
of your Father. But still I am not without apprehensions
of your being shortly obliged to degrade yourself
in your own eyes by seeking a support for your wife
in the Generosity of Sir Edward.”
“Never, never Augusta will I
so demean myself. (said Edward). Support!
What support will Laura want which she can receive
from him?”
“Only those very insignificant
ones of Victuals and Drink.” (answered she.)
“Victuals and Drink! (replied
my Husband in a most nobly contemptuous Manner) and
dost thou then imagine that there is no other support
for an exalted mind (such as is my Laura’s) than
the mean and indelicate employment of Eating and Drinking?”
“None that I know of, so efficacious.”
(returned Augusta).
“And did you then never feel
the pleasing Pangs of Love, Augusta? (replied my Edward).
Does it appear impossible to your vile and corrupted
Palate, to exist on Love? Can you not conceive
the Luxury of living in every distress that Poverty
can inflict, with the object of your tenderest affection?”
“You are too ridiculous (said
Augusta) to argue with; perhaps however you may in
time be convinced that …”
Here I was prevented from hearing
the remainder of her speech, by the appearance of
a very Handsome young Woman, who was ushured into
the Room at the Door of which I had been listening.
On hearing her announced by the Name of “Lady
Dorothea,” I instantly quitted my Post and followed
her into the Parlour, for I well remembered that she
was the Lady, proposed as a Wife for my Edward by
the Cruel and Unrelenting Baronet.
Altho’ Lady Dorothea’s
visit was nominally to Philippa and Augusta, yet I
have some reason to imagine that (acquainted with
the Marriage and arrival of Edward) to see me was a
principal motive to it.
I soon perceived that tho’ Lovely
and Elegant in her Person and tho’ Easy and
Polite in her Address, she was of that inferior order
of Beings with regard to Delicate Feeling, tender
Sentiments, and refined Sensibility, of which Augusta
was one.
She staid but half an hour and neither
in the Course of her Visit, confided to me any of
her secret thoughts, nor requested me to confide in
her, any of Mine. You will easily imagine therefore
my Dear Marianne that I could not feel any ardent
affection or very sincere Attachment for Lady Dorothea.
Adeiu Laura.