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Title: The Female Quixote; or, The Adventures of Arabella, v. 1-2
Author: Lennox, Charlotte
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THE FEMALE QUIXOTE;

OR,

THE ADVENTURES OF ARABELLA.

CHARLOTTE LENNOX

In Two Volumes.

The Second Edition:

Revised and Corrected.

Transcribers' note: The text of this digital edition was prepared
from printed edition of 1752 (the revised and corrected 2nd edition)
with some further standardisation of spelling and punctuation (also
making use of the 1820 edition)

PREFACE

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF MIDDLESEX.

My Lord,

Such is the power of interest over almost every mind, that no one
is long without arguments to prove any position which is ardently
wished to be true, or to justify any measures which are dictated by
inclination.

By this subtle sophistry of desire, I have been persuaded to hope that
this book may, without impropriety, be inscribed to your lordship; but
am not certain that my reasons will have the same force upon other
understandings.

The dread which a writer feels of the public censure; the still greater
dread of neglect; and the eager wish for support and protection, which
is impressed by the consciousness of imbecility; are unknown to those
who have never adventured into the world; and I am afraid, my lord,
equally unknown to those who have always found the world ready to
applaud them.

It is, therefore, not unlikely, that the design of this address may be
mistaken, and the effects of my fear imputed to my vanity: they who see
your lordship's name prefixed to my performance, will rather condemn my
presumption, than compassionate my anxiety.

But, whatever be supposed my motive, the praise of judgment cannot be
denied me; for to whom can timidity so properly fly for shelter, as to
him who has been so long distinguished for candour and humanity? How
can vanity be so completely gratified, as by the allowed patronage of
him whose judgment has so long given a standard to the national taste?
Or by what other means could I so powerfully suppress all opposition,
but that of envy, as by declaring myself,

My Lord,
Your Lordship's
Obliged and most obedient
Humble Servant,
THE AUTHOR.

THE FEMALE QUIXOTE.

VOLUME I.

BOOK I.

Chapter I.

_Contains a turn at court, neither new nor surprising. Some useless
additions to a fine lady's education. The bad effects of a whimsical
study, which some will say is borrowed from Cervantes._

The Marquis of ----, for a long series of years, was the first and
most distinguished favourite at court: he held the most honourable
employments under the crown, disposed of all places of profit as he
pleased, presided at the council, and in a manner governed the whole
kingdom.

This extensive authority could not fail of making him many enemies: he
fell at last a sacrifice to the plots they were continually forming
against him; and was not only removed from all his employments, but
banished the court for ever.

The pain his undeserved disgrace gave him, he was enabled to conceal
by the natural haughtiness of his temper; and, behaving rather like a
man who had resigned, than been dismissed from his posts, he imagined
he triumphed sufficiently over the malice of his enemies, while he
seemed to be wholly insensible of the effects it produced. His secret
discontent, however, was so much augmented by the opportunity he now
had of observing the baseness and ingratitude of mankind, which in some
degree he experienced every day, that he resolved to quit all society
whatever, and devote the rest of his life to solitude and privacy.
For the place of his retreat he pitched upon a castle he had in a
very remote province of the kingdom, in the neighbourhood of a small
village, and several miles distant from any town. The vast extent of
ground which surrounded this noble building, he had caused to be laid
out in a manner peculiar to his taste: the most laborious endeavours of
art had been used to make it appear like the beautiful product of wild,
uncultivated nature. But if this epitome of Arcadia could boast of only
artless and simple beauties, the inside of the castle was adorned with
a magnificence suitable to the dignity and immense riches of the owner.

While things were preparing at the castle for his reception, the
marquis, though now advanced in years, cast his eyes on a young lady,
greatly inferior to himself in quality, but whose beauty and good sense
promised him an agreeable companion. After a very short courtship, he
married her, and in a few weeks carried his new bride into the country,
from whence he absolutely resolved never to return.

The marquis, following the plan of life he had laid down, divided his
time between the company of his lady, his library, which was large and
well furnished, and his gardens. Sometimes he took the diversion of
hunting, but never admitted any company whatever; his pride and extreme
reserve rendered him so wholly inaccessible to the country gentry about
him, that none ever presumed to solicit his acquaintance.

In the second year of his retirement, the marchioness brought him a
daughter, and died in three days after her delivery. The marquis,
who had tenderly loved her, was extremely afflicted at her death;
but time having produced its usual effects, his great fondness for
the little Arabella entirely engrossed his attention, and made up
all the happiness of his life. At four years of age he took her from
under the direction of the nurses and women appointed to attend her,
and permitted her to receive no part of her education from another,
which he was capable of giving her himself. He taught her to read and
write in a very few months; and, as she grew older, finding in her an
uncommon quickness of apprehension, and an understanding capable of
great improvements, he resolved to cultivate so promising a genius with
the utmost care; and, as he frequently, in the rapture of paternal
fondness, expressed himself, render her mind as beautiful as her person
was lovely.

Nature had indeed given her a most charming face, a shape easy and
delicate, a sweet and insinuating voice, and an air so full of dignity
and grace, as drew the admiration of all that saw her. These native
charms were improved with all the heightenings of art; her dress was
perfectly magnificent; the best masters of music and dancing were sent
for from London to attend her. She soon became a perfect mistress of
the French and Italian languages, under the care of her father; and it
is not to be doubted, but she would have made a great proficiency in
all useful knowledge, had not her whole time been taken up by another
study.

From her earliest youth she had discovered a fondness for reading,
which extremely delighted the marquis; he permitted her therefore the
use of his library, in which, unfortunately for her, were great store
of romances, and, what was still more unfortunate, not in the original
French, but very bad translations.

The deceased marchioness had purchased these books to soften a solitude
which she found very disagreeable; and, after her death, the marquis
removed them from her closet into his library, where Arabella found
them.

The surprising adventures with which they were filled, proved a most
pleasing entertainment to a young lady who was wholly secluded from the
world; who had no other diversion, but ranging like a nymph through
gardens, or, to say better, the woods and lawns in which she was
enclosed; and who had no other conversation but that of a grave and
melancholy father, or her own attendants.

Her ideas, from the manner of her life, and the objects around her,
had taken a romantic turn; and, supposing romances were real pictures
of life, from them she drew all her notions and expectations. By them
she was taught to believe, that love was the ruling principle of the
world; that every other passion was subordinate to this; and that
it caused all the happiness and miseries of life. Her glass, which
she often consulted, always showed her a form so extremely lovely,
that, not finding herself engaged in such adventures as were common
to the heroines in the romances she read, she often complained of the
insensibility of mankind, upon whom her charms seemed to have so little
influence.

The perfect retirement she lived in afforded, indeed, no opportunities
of making the conquests she desired; but she could not comprehend how
any solitude could be obscure enough to conceal a beauty like hers from
notice; and thought the reputation of her charms sufficient to bring
a crowd of adorers to demand her of her father. Her mind being wholly
filled with the most extravagant expectations, she was alarmed by every
trifling incident; and kept in a continual anxiety by a vicissitude of
hopes, fears, wishes, and disappointments.

Chapter II.

_Contains a description of a lady's dress, in fashion not much above
two thousand years ago. The beginning of an adventure which seems to
promise a great deal._

Arabella had now entered into her seventeenth year, with the regret
of seeing herself the object of admiration to a few rustics only, who
happened to see her; when, one Sunday, making use of the permission
the marquis sometimes allowed her, to attend Divine service at the
church belonging to the village near which they lived, her vanity was
flattered with an adorer not altogether unworthy of her notice.

This gentleman was young, gay, handsome, and very elegantly dressed;
he was just come from London with an intention to pass some weeks
with a friend in that part of the country; and at the time Arabella
entered the church, his eyes, which had wandered from one rural fair
to another, were in an instant fixed upon her face. She blushed with
a very becoming modesty; and, pleased with the unusual appearance of
so fine a gentleman, and the particular notice he took of her, passed
on to her seat through a double row of country people; who, with a
profusion of awkward bows and curtsies, expressed their respect.

Mr. Hervey, for that was the stranger's name, was no less surprised
at her beauty, than the singularity of her dress; and the odd whim of
being followed into the church by three women attendants, who, as soon
as she was seated, took their places behind her.

Her dress, though singular, was far from being unbecoming. All the
beauties of her neck and shape were set off to the greatest advantage
by the fashion of her gown, which, in the manner of a robe, was made
to sit tight to her body; and fastened on the breast with a knot of
diamonds. Her fine black hair hung upon her neck in curls, which had
so much the appearance of being artless, that all but her maid, whose
employment it was to give them that form, imagined they were so. Her
head-dress was only a few knots advantageously disposed, over which she
wore a white sarsenet hood, somewhat in the form of a veil, with which
she sometimes wholly covered her fair face, when she saw herself beheld
with too much attention.

This veil had never appeared to her so necessary before. Mr. Hervey's
eager glances threw her into so much confusion, that, pulling it over
her face as much as she was able, she remained invisible to him all the
time they afterwards stayed in the church. This action, by which she
would have had him understand, that she was displeased at his gazing on
her with so little respect, only increased his curiosity to know who
she was.

When the congregation was dismissed, he hastened to the door, with
an intention to offer her his hand to help her to her coach; but
seeing the magnificent equipage that waited for her, and the number
of servants that attended it, he conceived a much higher idea of her
quality than he had at first; and, changing his design, contented
himself with only bowing to her as she passed; and as soon as her coach
drove away, enquired of some persons nearest him, who she was?

These rustics, highly delighted with the opportunity of talking to the
gay Londoner, whom they looked upon as a very extraordinary person,
gave him all the intelligence they were able, concerning the lady he
enquired after; and filled him with an inconceivable surprise at the
strange humour of the marquis, who buried so beautiful a creature in
obscurity.

At his return home, he expressed his admiration of her in terms that
persuaded his friend she had made some impression on his heart; and,
after rallying him a little upon this suspicion, he assumed a more
serious air, and told him, if he really liked Lady Bella, he thought
it not impossible but he might obtain her. The poor girl, added he,
has been kept in confinement so long, that I believe it would not be
difficult to persuade her to free herself by marriage. She never had a
lover in her life; and therefore the first person who addresses her has
the fairest chance for succeeding.

Mr. Hervey, though he could not persuade himself his cousin was in
earnest when he advised him to court the only daughter of a man of the
marquis's quality, and heiress to his vast estates; yet relished the
scheme, and resolved to make some attempt upon her before he left the
country. However, he concealed his design from his cousin, not being
willing to expose himself to be ridiculed, if he did not succeed;
and, turning the advice he had given him into a jest, left him in the
opinion that he thought no more of it.

Chapter III.

_In which the adventure goes on after the accustomed manner._

Arabella, in the mean time, was wholly taken up with the adventure, as
she called it, at church: the person and dress of the gentleman who
had so particularly gazed on her there, was so different from what she
had been accustomed to see, that she immediately concluded he was of
some distinguished rank. It was past a doubt, she thought, that he was
excessively in love with her; and as she soon expected to have some
very extraordinary proofs of his passion, her thoughts were wholly
employed on the manner in which she should receive them.

As soon as she came home, and had paid her duty to the marquis, she
hurried to her chamber, to be at liberty to indulge her agreeable
reflections; and, after the example of her heroines, when any thing
extraordinary happened to them, called her favourite woman; or, to use
her own language, her, "in whom she confided her most secret thoughts."

Well, Lucy, said she, did you observe that stranger who eyed _us_[1] so
heedfully to-day at church?

This girl, notwithstanding her country simplicity, knew a compliment
was expected from her on this occasion; and therefore replied, that she
did not wonder at the gentleman's staring at her; for she was sure he
had never seen any body so handsome as her ladyship before.

I have not all the beauty you attribute to me, said Arabella, smiling
a little: and with a very moderate share of it, I might well fix the
attention of a person who seemed to be not over much pleased with the
objects about him. However, pursued she, assuming a more serious air,
if this stranger be weak enough to entertain any sentiments more than
indifferent for me, I charge you, upon pain of my displeasure, do not
be accessary to the conveying his presumptuous thoughts to me, either
by letters or messages; nor suffer him to corrupt your fidelity with
the presents he will very probably offer you.

Lucy, to whom this speech first gave a hint of what she ought to expect
from her lady's lovers, finding herself of more importance than she
imagined, was so pleased at the prospect which opened to her, that it
was with some hesitation she promised to obey her orders.

Arabella, however, was satisfied with her assurances of observing
her directions; and dismissed her from her presence, not without an
apprehension of being too well obeyed.

A whole week being elapsed without meeting with the importunities
she expected, she could hardly conceal her surprise at so mortifying
a disappointment; and frequently interrogated Lucy, concerning any
attempts the stranger had made on her fidelity; but the answers she
received only increased her discontent, as they convinced her, her
charms had not had the effect she imagined.

Mr. Hervey, however, had been all this time employed in thinking of
some means to get acquainted with the marquis; for, being possessed
with an extraordinary opinion of his wit, and personal accomplishments,
he did not fear making some impression on the heart of the young lady;
provided he could have an opportunity of conversing with her.

His cousin's advice was continually in his mind, and flattered his
vanity with the most agreeable hopes: but the marquis's fondness for
solitude, and that haughtiness which was natural to him, rendered him
so difficult of access, that Hervey, from the intelligence he received
of his humour, despaired of being able to prosecute his scheme; when,
meeting with a young farmer in one of his evening walks, and entering
into conversation with him upon several country subjects, the discourse
at last turned upon the Marquis of ----, whose fine house and gardens
were within their view; upon which the young fellow informed him,
he was brother to a young woman that attended the Lady Arabella;
and, being fond of lengthening out the conversation with so fine a
gentleman, gave him, without being desired, the domestic history of the
whole family, as he had received it from Lucy, who was the sister he
mentioned.

Hervey, excessively delighted at this accidental meeting with a person
so capable of serving his design, affected a great desire of being
better acquainted with him; and, under pretence of acquiring some
knowledge in rural affairs, accustomed himself to call so often at
William's farm, that, at last, he met with the person whom the hopes of
seeing had so often carried him thither.

Lucy, the moment she saw him enter, knowing him again, blushed at the
remembrance of the discourse which had passed between her lady and
herself concerning him; and was not at all surprised at the endeavours
he used to speak to her apart: but, as soon as he began a conversation
concerning Arabella, she interrupted him by saying, I know, sir, that
you are _distractedly_ in love with my lady; but she has forbid me to
receive any letters or messages from you; and therefore I beg you will
not offer to bribe me; for I dare not disobey her.

Mr. Hervey was at first so astonished at her speech, that he knew not
what to think of it; but, after a little reflection, attributing to
an excess of awkward cunning what, in reality, was an effect of her
simplicity, he resolved to make use of the hint she had given him;
and, presenting her with a couple of guineas, entreated her to venture
displeasing her lady, by bearing a letter from him; promising to reward
her better, if she succeeded.

Lucy made some difficulty to comply; but, not being able absolutely to
refuse the first bribe that ever was offered to her, she, after some
entreaties, consented to take the letter; and receiving the money he
presented her, left him at liberty to write, after she had got her
brother to furnish him with materials for that purpose.

[1] The heroines always speak of themselves in the plural number.

Chapter IV.

_A mistake, which produces no great consequences. An extraordinary
comment upon a behaviour natural enough. An instance of a lady's
compassion for her lover, which the reader may possibly think not very
compassionate._

Hervey, who was master of no great elegance in letter-writing, was at
first at some loss, how to address a lady of her quality, to whom he
was an absolute stranger, upon the subject of love; but, conceiving
there was no great occasion for much ceremony in declaring himself to
one who had been educated in the country, and who, he believed, could
not be displeased with a lover of his figure, he therefore, in plain
terms, told her how _deeply_ he was enamoured of her; and conjured her
to afford him some opportunity of paying his respects to her.

Lucy received this letter from him with a worse grace than she did
the gold; and, though she promised him to deliver it to her lady
immediately, yet she kept it a day or two before she had the courage
to attempt it: at last, drawing it out of her pocket, with a bashful
air, she presented it to her lady, telling her it came from the fine
gentleman whom she saw at church.

Arabella blushed at the sight of the letter; and though, in reality,
she was not displeased; yet, being a strict observer of romantic forms,
she chid her woman severely for taking it. Carry it back, added she,
to the presumptuous writer of it; and let him know how greatly his
insolence has offended me.

Lucy, however, suffered the letter to remain on the toilet, expecting
some change in her lady's mind; for she traversed the chamber in great
seeming irresolution, often stealing a glance to the letter, which she
had a strong inclination to open; but, searching the records of her
memory for a precedent, and not finding that any lady ever opened a
letter from an unknown lover, she reiterated her commands to Lucy to
carry it back, with a look and accent so very severe, that the girl,
extremely apprehensive of having offended her, put the letter again in
her pocket, resolving to return it the first opportunity.

Mr. Hervey, who had his thoughts wholly taken up with the flattering
prospect of success, no sooner saw Lucy, who gave him his letter
without speaking a word, than, supposing it had been the answer he
expected, he eagerly snatched it out of her hand, and, kissing it first
in a rapture of joy, broke it open; but his surprise and confusion,
when he saw it was his own letter returned, was inexpressible. For some
moments he kept his eyes fastened upon the tender billet, as if he was
really reading it. His disappointment, and the ridiculous figure he
knew he must make in the eyes of his messenger, filled him with so much
confusion, that he did not dare to look up; but, recovering himself at
last, he affected to turn it into a jest; and, laughing first himself,
gave Lucy the liberty of laughing also, who had, with much difficulty,
been able to prevent doing it before.

The curiosity he felt to hear how she had acquitted herself of the
trust he had reposed in her, made him oblige her to give a truce to
her mirth, in order to satisfy him; and Lucy, who was extremely exact
in her relations, told him all that had passed, without omitting the
smallest circumstance.

Though it was impossible to draw any favourable omen from what he
heard, yet he determined to make another effort, before he set out for
London; and, taking leave of his confidante, after he had appointed
her to meet him again the next day, at her brother's, he went home to
consider upon means to effect his designs, which the ill success of his
first attempt had not forced him to abandon.

Arabella, who expected to hear, that the return of his letter would
make her lover commit some very extravagant actions; and having
impatiently waited for an account of them from Lucy; finding she seemed
to have no intention to begin a discourse concerning him; asked her, at
last, if she had executed her commission, and returned the letter to
the insolent unknown?

The girl answered, Yes.

Which not being all that her lady expected, And how did he receive it?
resumed she, peevishly.

Why, madam, replied Lucy, I believe he thought your ladyship had sent
him an answer; for he kissed the letter several times.

Foolish wench! replied Arabella, how can you imagine he had the
temerity to think I should answer his letter? A favour, which, though
he had spent years in my service, would have been infinitely greater
than he could have expected. No, Lucy, he kissed the letter, either
because he thought it had been touched at least by my hands, or to
show the perfect submission with which he received my commands; and
it is not to be doubted but his despair will force him to commit some
desperate outrage against himself, which I do not hate him enough to
wish, though he has mortally offended me.

Arabella was possessed of great sensibility and softness; and being
really persuaded that her lover would entertain some fatal design,
seemed so much affected with the thoughts of what might happen, that
Lucy, who tenderly loved her, begged her not to be so much concerned
for the gentleman: There is no fear, added she, that he will do himself
a mischief; for when he discovered his mistake, he laughed heartily, as
well as myself.

How! replied Arabella, extremely surprised: did he laugh?

Which Lucy confirming, Doubtless, resumed she, having taken a little
time to consider of so strange a phænomenon, he laughed, because his
reason was disturbed at the sudden shock he received: unhappy man! his
presumption will be severely enough punished, though I do not add anger
to the scorn which I have expressed for him: therefore, Lucy, you may
tell him, if you please, that, notwithstanding the offence he has been
guilty of, I am not cruel enough to wish his death, and that I command
him to live, if he can live without hope.

Chapter V.

_In which one would imagine the adventure concluded, but for a promise
that something else is to come._

Lucy now began to think there was something more than she imagined in
this affair. Mr. Hervey, indeed, in her opinion, had seemed to be very
far from having any design to attempt his own life; but her lady, she
thought, could not possibly be mistaken; and therefore she resolved to
carry her message to him immediately, though it was then late in the
evening.

Accordingly, she went to her brother's, where she had some hope of
meeting with him; but not finding him there, she obliged him to go to
the house where he lived, and tell him she desired to speak with him.

William, being let into the secret of his sister's frequent meetings
with Mr. Hervey, imagined she had some agreeable news to acquaint him
with; and therefore ran immediately to his relation's house, which was
but at a small distance; but he was told Mr. Hervey was in bed, very
much indisposed, and could not be seen.

This news put Lucy in a terrible fright: she told her apprehensions
to her brother; which being such as her lady had put into her head,
and were now confirmed by Mr. Hervey's illness, the young farmer stood
amazed, not being able to comprehend her meaning; and she, without
staying to explain herself any further, went home to the castle, and
told her lady, that what she feared was come to pass, the gentleman
would certainly die; for he was very ill in bed.

This being no more than what Arabella expected, she discovered no
surprise; but only asked Lucy, if she had delivered her message to him?

Would you have me, madam, replied she, go to his house? I am afraid the
Marquis will hear of it.

My father, replied Arabella, can never be offended with me for doing a
charitable action.

Ah! madam, interrupted Lucy, let me go then immediately, for fear the
poor gentleman should grow worse.

If he be sick almost to death, resumed Arabella, he will recover, if
I command him to do so. When did you hear of a lover dying through
despair, when his mistress let him know it was her pleasure he should
live? But as it will not be altogether so proper for you to go to his
house, as it may be suspected you come from me; I'll write a few lines,
which you shall copy, and your brother may carry them to him to-morrow,
and I'll engage he shall be well in a few hours.

Saying this, she went into her closet, and, having written a short
note, made Lucy write it over again. It was as follows:

"LUCY, TO THE UNFORTUNATE LOVER OF HER LADY.

"My lady, who is the most generous person in the world,
has commanded me to tell you, that, presumptuous as you
are, she does not desire your death; nay, more, she
commands you to live, and permits you, in case you obey
her, to hope for her pardon, provided you keep within the
bounds she prescribes to you.
ADIEU."

This letter Lucy copied; and Arabella, examining it again, thought it
rather too kind; and, seeming desirous of making some alteration in
it, Lucy, who was extremely anxious for Mr. Hervey's life, fearing
lest she should alter it in such a manner that the gentleman might be
at liberty to die if he chose it, conjured her lady in such pressing
terms to let it remain as it was, that Arabella suffered herself to
be prevailed upon by her entreaties; and, remembering that it was not
uncommon for the ladies in romances to relax a little in their severity
through the remonstrances of their women, told her, with an enchanting
smile, that she would grant her desire; and went to bed with that
pleasing satisfaction, which every generous mind experiences at the
consciousness of having done some very benevolent action.

In the morning, this life-restoring billet was dispatched by Lucy to
her brother, enclosed in one to him, charging him to carry it to the
sick gentleman immediately.

William, having a strong curiosity to see what his sister had written,
ventured to open it; and, not being able to imagine Lady Bella had
really given her orders to write what appeared to him the most
unintelligible stuff in the world, resolved to suppress this letter
till he had questioned her a little concerning it.

A few hours after, Mr. Hervey, who expected to meet Lucy at her
brother's, came in. His illness having been only a violent head-ache,
to which he was subject, being now quite off, he remembered the
appointment he had made; but, having waited some time, and she not
coming, he returned again to his cousin's, leaving word for her, that
he would see her the next day.

Scarce was he gone out, when Lucy, who longed to know what effect her
letter had produced in his health, came in; and eagerly enquiring of
her brother how Mr. Hervey was, received for answer, that he had been
there a moment before she came.

Well, cried she, clasping her hands together with surprise, my lady
said her letter would cure him, if he was ever so sick; but I did not
imagine he would have been well enough to come abroad so soon.

Your lady! interrupted William: why, was it not yourself that wrote
that letter you gave to me?

No, truly, brother, resumed she: how was it possible I should write so
fine a letter? My lady _made_ every word of it, and I only wrote it
after her.

William, hearing this, would not own the indiscretion he now thought he
had been guilty of, in keeping the letter; but suffered his sister to
return to her lady, in the belief that he had delivered it; resolving,
when he saw her next, to say he had lost it; for he knew not what
excuse to make to Mr. Hervey for not giving it him when he saw him.

Arabella received the account of her lover's recovery as a thing she
was absolutely sure of before; and thinking she had now done all that
could be expected from her compassion, resumed her usual severity, and
commanded Lucy to mention him no more. If he loves me with that purity
he ought to do, pursued she, he will cease to importune me any further:
and though his passion be ever so violent, his respect and submission
to my commands will oblige him to silence. The obedience he has already
shown, in recovering at the first intimation I gave, that it was my
will he should do so, convinces me I need not apprehend he will renew
his follies to displease me.

Lucy, who found by this discourse of her lady's, that her commission
was at an end with regard to Mr. Hervey, followed her directions so
exactly, that she not only spoke no more of him to her; but also, in
order to avoid him, neglected to go to her brother's.

His impatience at not seeing her made him prevail upon her brother to
go to the castle, and entreat her to give him another interview: but
Lucy positively refused; and, to make a merit with her lady of her
obedience, informed her what he had requested.

Arabella, resenting a boldness which argued so little respect to her
commands, began now to repent of the compassion she had shown him;
and, commending Lucy for what she had done, bid her tell the insolent
unknown, if he ever sent to her again, that she was resolved never to
pardon the contempt he had shown for her orders.

Mr. Hervey, finding himself deserted by Lucy, resolved to give over his
attempts, congratulating himself for his discretion in not acquainting
his cousin with what he had already done: his heart not being very much
engaged, he found no great difficulty in consoling himself for his bad
success. In a few days he thought of Lady Bella no more than if he had
never seen her; but an accident bringing her again in his way, he could
not resist the inclination he felt to speak to her; and by that means
drew upon himself a very sensible mortification.

Chapter VI.

_In which the adventure is really concluded; though, possibly, not as
the reader expected._

The marquis sometimes permitting his daughter to ride out, and this
being the only diversion she was allowed, or ever experienced, she did
not fail to take it as often as she could.

She was returning from one of these airings one day, attended by
two servants, when Mr. Hervey, who happened to be at some distance,
observing a lady on horseback, who made a very graceful figure, he rode
up to her, in order to have a nearer view; and, knowing Lady Bella
again, resolved to speak to her: but while he was considering how he
should accost her, Arabella suddenly seeing him, and observing he was
making up to her, her imagination immediately suggested to her, that
this insolent lover had a design to seize her person; and this thought
terrifying her extremely, she gave a loud shriek; which Mr. Hervey
hearing, rode eagerly up to her to enquire the reason of it, at the
same time that her two attendants, as much amazed as himself, came
galloping up also.

Arabella, upon his coming close to her, redoubled her cries. If you
have any valour, said she to her servants, defend your unfortunate
mistress, and rescue her from this unworthy man.

The servants, believing him to be a highwayman, by this exclamation,
and dreading lest he should present his pistol at their heads, if they
offered to make any resistance, recoiled a few paces back, expecting
he would demand their purses when he had robbed their lady: but the
extreme surprise he was in, keeping him motionless, the fellows not
seeing any pistols in his hand, and animated by Arabella's cries, who,
calling them cowards and traitors, urged them to deliver her; they
both, in a moment, laid hold of Mr. Hervey, and forced him to alight;
which they did also themselves, still keeping fast hold of him, whom
surprise, shame, and rage, had hitherto kept silent.

Rascals! cried he, when he was able to speak, what do you mean by using
me in this manner? Do you suppose I had any intention to hurt the
lady?--What do you take me for?

For a ravisher, interrupted Arabella; an impious ravisher, who,
contrary to all laws both human and divine, endeavour to possess
yourself by force of a person whom you are not worthy to serve;
and whose charity and compassion you have returned with the utmost
ingratitude.

Upon my word, madam, said Mr. Hervey, I don't understand one word you
say: you either mistake me for some other person, or are pleased to
divert yourself with the surprise I am in. But I beseech you carry
the jest no farther, and order your servants to let me go; or, by
Heaven--cried he struggling to get loose, if I can but free one of my
hands, I'll stab the scoundrels before your face.

It is not with threats like these, resumed Arabella with great
calmness, that I can be moved. A little more submission and respect
would become you better; you are now wholly in my power; I may, if I
please, carry you to my father, and have you severely punished for
your attempt: but to show you, that I am as generous as you are base
and designing, I'll give you freedom, provided you promise me never to
appear before me again. But, in order to secure my own safety, you must
deliver up your arms to my servants, that I may be assured you will not
have it in your power to make a second attempt upon my liberty.

Mr. Hervey, whose astonishment was increased by every word she spoke,
began now to be apprehensive that this might prove a very serious
affair, since she seemed resolved to believe he had a design to carry
her off; and, knowing that an attempt of that nature upon an heiress
might have dangerous consequences, he resolved to accept the conditions
she offered him: but while he delivered his hanger to the servant, he
assured her in the strongest terms, that he had no other design in
riding up to her, but to have a nearer view of her person.

Add not falsehood, said Arabella sternly, to a crime already black
enough; for though, by an effect of my generosity, I have resolved not
to deliver you up to the resentment of my father, yet nothing shall
ever be able to make me pardon this outrage. Go, then, pursued she,
go, base man, unworthy of the care I took of thy safety; go to some
distant country, where I may never hear of thee more, and suffer me, if
possible, to lose the remembrance of thy crimes.

Saying this, she ordered her servants, who had got the hanger in their
possession, to set him at liberty, and mount their horses; which they
did immediately, and followed their lady, who rode with all imaginable
speed to the castle.

Mr. Hervey, not yet recovered from his surprise, stood some moments
considering the strange scene he had been witness to; and in which he
had, much against his will, appeared the principal character. As he was
not acquainted with Lady Bella's foible, he concluded her fears of him
were occasioned by her simplicity, and some misrepresentations that had
been made her by Lucy, who, he thought, had betrayed him; and, fearing
this ridiculous adventure would be soon made public, and himself
exposed to the sneers of his country acquaintance, he resolved to go
back to London as soon as possible.

The next day, pretending he had received a letter which obliged him to
set out immediately, he took leave of his cousin, heartily glad at the
escape he should make from his raillery; for he did not doubt but the
story would very soon be known, and told greatly to his disadvantage.

But Arabella, in order to be completely generous, a quality for which
all the heroines are famous, laid a command upon her two attendants
not to mention what had passed, giving them at the same time money to
secure their secrecy; and threatening them with her displeasure, if
they disobeyed.

Arabella, as soon as she had an opportunity, did not fail to acquaint
her faithful Lucy with the danger from which she had so happily
escaped, thanking Heaven at the same time with great devotion, for
having preserved her from the hands of the ravisher.

Two or three months rolled away, after this accident, without offering
any new adventure to our fair visionary; when her imagination, always
prepossessed with the same fantastic ideas, made her stumble upon
another mistake, equally absurd and ridiculous.

Chapter VII.

_In which some contradictions are very happily reconciled._

The marquis's head-gardener had received a young fellow into his
master's service, who had lived in several families of distinction. He
had a good face; was tolerably genteel; and having an understanding
something above his condition, joined to a great deal of _second-hand_
politeness, which he had contracted while he lived at London, he
appeared a very extraordinary person among the rustics who were his
fellow-servants.

Arabella, when she walked in the garden, had frequent opportunities
of seeing this young man, whom she observed with a very particular
attention. His person and air had something, she thought, very
distinguishing. When she condescended to speak to him about any
business he was employed in, she took notice that his answers were
framed in a language vastly superior to his condition; and the respect
he paid her had quite another air from that of the awkward civility of
the other servants.

Having discerned so many marks of a birth far from being mean, she
easily passed from an opinion that he was a gentleman, to a belief that
he was something more; and every new sight of him adding strength to
her suspicions, she remained, in a little time, perfectly convinced
that he was some person of quality, who, disguised in the habit of a
gardener, had introduced himself into her father's service, in order to
have an opportunity of declaring a passion to her, which must certainly
be very great, since it had forced him to assume an appearance so
unworthy of his noble extraction.

Wholly possessed with this thought, she set herself to observe him
more narrowly, and soon found out that he went very awkwardly about
his work; that he sought opportunities of being alone; that he threw
himself in her way as often as he could, and gazed on her very
attentively. She sometimes fancied she saw him endeavour to smother a
sigh when he answered her any question about his work; once saw him
leaning against a tree with his hands crossed upon his breast; and,
having lost a string of small pearls, which she remembered he had seen
her threading as she sat in one of the arbours, was persuaded he had
taken it up, and kept it for the object of his secret adoration.

She often wondered, indeed, that she did not find her name carved
on the trees, with some mysterious expressions of love; that he was
never discovered lying along the side of one of the little rivulets,
increasing the stream with his tears; nor, for three months that he
had lived there, had ever been sick of a fever caused by his grief and
the constraint he put upon himself in not declaring his passion. But
she considered again, that his fear of being discovered kept him from
amusing himself with making the trees bear the records of his secret
thoughts, or of indulging his melancholy in any manner expressive of
the condition of his soul; and, as for his not being sick, his youth,
and the strength of his constitution, might, even for a longer time,
bear him up against the assaults of a fever: but he appeared much
thinner and paler than he used to be; and she concluded, therefore,
that he must in time sink under the violence of his passion, or else
be forced to declare it to her, which she considered as a very great
misfortune; for, not finding in herself any disposition to approve his
love, she must necessarily banish him from her presence, for fear he
should have the presumption to hope that time might do any thing in
his favour; and it was possible also, that the sentence she would be
obliged to pronounce, might either cause his death, or force him to
commit some extravagant action, which would discover him to her father,
who would, perhaps, think her guilty of holding a secret correspondence
with him.

These thoughts perplexed her so much, that, hoping to find some relief
by unburdening her mind to Lucy, she told her all her uneasiness. Ah!
said she to her, looking upon Edward, who had just passed them, how
unfortunate do I think myself in being the cause of that passion which
makes this illustrious unknown wear away his days in so shameful an
obscurity! Yes, Lucy, pursued she, that Edward, whom you regard as
one of my father's menial servants, is a person of _sublime quality_,
who submits to this disguise only to have an opportunity of seeing
me every day. But why do you seem so surprised? Is it possible, that
you have not suspected him to be what he is? Has he never unwittingly
made any discovery of himself? Have you not surprised him in discourse
with his faithful squire, who certainly lurks hereabouts to receive
his commands, and is haply the confidant of his passion? Has he never
entertained you with any conversation about me? Or have you never seen
any valuable jewels in his possession by which you suspected him to be
not what he appears?

Truly, madam, replied Lucy, I never took him for any body else but a
simple gardener; but now you open my eyes, methinks I can find I have
been strangely mistaken; for he does not look like a man of low degree,
and he talks quite in another manner from our servants. I never heard
him indeed speak of your ladyship, but once; and that was, when he
first saw you walking in the garden, he asked our John if you was not
the marquis's daughter; and he said you was as beautiful as an angel.
As for fine jewels, I never saw any; and I believe he has none; but
he has a watch, and that looks as if he was something, madam: nor do
I remember to have seen him talk with any stranger that looked like a
squire.

Lucy, having thus with her usual punctuality, answered every question
her lady put to her, proceeded to ask her, what she should say, if he
should beg her to give her a letter as the other gentleman had done.

You must by no means take it, replied Arabella: my compassion had
before like to have been fatal to me. If he discovers his quality to
me, I shall know in what manner to treat him.

They were in this part of their discourse, when a noise they heard at
some distance, made Arabella bend her steps to the place from whence it
proceeded; and, to her infinite amazement, saw the head-gardener, with
a stick he had in his hand, give several blows to the concealed hero,
who suffered the indignity with admirable patience.

Shocked at seeing a person of sublime quality treated so unworthily,
she called out to the gardener to hold his hand; who immediately
obeyed; and Edward, seeing the young lady advance, sneaked off, with an
air very different from an Oroondates.

For what crime, pray, said Arabella, with a stern aspect, did you treat
the person I saw with you so cruelly? He whom you take such unbecoming
liberties with, may possibly--But again I ask you, what has he done?
You should make some allowance for his want of skill, in the abject
employment he is in at present.

It is not for his want of skill, madam, said the gardener, that I
corrected him; he knows his business very well, if he would mind it;
but, madam, I have discovered him--

Discovered him, do you say? interrupted Arabella: and has the knowledge
of his condition not been able to prevent such usage? Or rather, has it
been the occasion of his receiving it?

His conditions are very bad, madam, returned the gardener; and I am
afraid are such as will one day prove the ruin of body and soul too. I
have for some time suspected he had evil designs in his head; and just
now watched him to the fish-pond, and prevented him from--

O dear! interrupted Lucy, looking pitifully on her lady, whose fair
bosom heaved with compassion, I warrant he was going to make away with
himself.

No, resumed the gardener, smiling at the mistake, he was only going
to make away with some of the carp, which the rogue had caught, and
intended, I suppose, to sell; but I threw them into the water again;
and if your ladyship had not forbid me, I would have drubbed him
soundly for his pains.

Fie! fie! interrupted Arabella, out of breath with shame and vexation:
tell me no more of these idle tales.

Then, hastily walking on to hide the blushes which this strange
accusation of her illustrious lover had raised in her face, she
continued for some time in the greatest perplexity imaginable.

Lucy, who followed her, and could not possibly reconcile what her lady
had been telling her concerning Edward, with the circumstance of his
stealing the carp, ardently wished to hear her opinion of this matter;
but, seeing her deeply engaged with her own thoughts, she would not
venture to disturb her.

Arabella indeed had been in such a terrible consternation, that it
was some time before she even reconciled appearances to herself; but,
as she had a most happy facility in accommodating every incident to
her own wishes and conceptions, she examined this matter so many
different ways, drew so many conclusions, and fancied so many mysteries
in the most indifferent actions of the supposed noble unknown, that
she remained, at last, more than ever confirmed in the opinion that
he was some great personage, whom her beauty had forced to assume an
appearance unworthy of himself: when Lucy, no longer able to keep
silence, drew off her attention from those pleasing images, by speaking
of the carp-stealing affair again.

Arabella, whose confusion returned at that disagreeable sound, charged
her, in an angry tone, never to mention so injurious a suspicion any
more: For, in fine, said she to her, do you imagine a person of his
rank could be guilty of stealing carp? Alas! pursued she, sighing, he
had, indeed, some fatal design; and, doubtless, would have executed it,
had not this fellow so luckily prevented him.

But Mr. Woodbind, madam, said Lucy, saw the carp in his hand: I wonder
what he was going to do with them.

Still, resumed Arabella, extremely chagrined, still will you wound my
ears with that horrid sound? I tell you, obstinate and foolish wench,
that this unhappy man went thither to die; and if he really caught
the fish, it was to conceal his design from Woodbind: his great mind
could not suggest to him, that it was possible he might be suspected
of a baseness like that this ignorant fellow accused him of; therefore
he took no care about it, being wholly possessed by his despairing
thoughts.

However, madam, said Lucy, your ladyship may prevent his going to the
fish-pond again, by laying your commands upon him to live.

I shall do all that I ought, answered Arabella; but my care for the
safety of other persons must not make me forget what I owe to my own.

As she had always imputed Mr. Hervey's fancied attempt to carry her
away, to the letter she had written to him, upon which he had probably
founded his hopes of being pardoned for it, she resolved to be more
cautious for the future in giving such instances of her compassion; and
was at a great loss in what manner to comfort her despairing lover,
without raising expectations she had no inclination to confirm: but she
was delivered from her perplexity a few days after, by the news of his
having left the marquis's service; which she attributed to some new
design he had formed to obtain her; and Lucy, who always thought as
her lady did, was of the same opinion; though it was talked among the
servants, that Edward feared a discovery of more tricks, and resolved
not to stay till he was disgracefully dismissed.

Chapter VIII.

_In which a mistake, in point of ceremony, is rectified._

Arabella had scarce done thinking of this last adventure, when the
marquis communicated a piece of intelligence to her, which opened a
prospect of an infinite number of new ones.

His nephew, having just returned from his travels, was preparing to
come and pay him a visit in his retreat; and, as he always designed to
marry Arabella to this youth, of whom he was extremely fond, he told
his daughter of the intended visit of her cousin, whom she had not seen
since she was eight years old; and, for the first time, insinuated his
design of giving him to her for an husband.

Arabella, whose delicacy was extremely shocked at this abrupt
declaration of her father, could hardly hide her chagrin; for, though
she always intended to marry some time or other, as all the heroines
had done, yet she thought such an event ought to be brought about with
an infinite deal of trouble; and that it was necessary she should pass
to this state through a great number of cares, disappointments, and
distresses of various kinds, like them; that her lover should purchase
her with his sword from a crowd of rivals, and arrive to the possession
of her heart by many years of services and fidelity.

The impropriety of receiving a lover of her father's recommending
appeared in its strongest light. What lady in romance ever married
the man that was chosen for her? In those cases the remonstrances of
a parent are called persecutions; obstinate resistance, constancy and
courage; and an aptitude to dislike the person proposed to them, a
noble freedom of mind which disdains to love or hate by the caprice of
others.

Arabella, strengthening her own resolutions by those examples of heroic
disobedience, told her father, with great solemnity of accent, that
she would always obey him in all just and reasonable things; and,
being persuaded that he would never attempt to lay any force upon her
inclinations, she would endeavour to make them conformable to his, and
receive her cousin with that civility and friendship due to so near a
relation, and a person whom he honoured with his esteem.

The marquis, having had frequent occasions of admiring his daughter's
eloquence, did not draw any unpleasing conclusion from the nice
distinctions she made; and, being perfectly assured of her consent
whenever he demanded it, expected the arrival of his nephew with great
impatience.

Arabella, whose thoughts had been fully employed since this
conversation with her father, was indulging her meditations in one of
the most retired walks in the garden; when she was informed by Lucy,
that her cousin was come, and that the marquis had brought him into the
garden to look for her.

That instant they both entered the walk; when Arabella, prepossessed,
as she was, against any favourable thoughts of the young Glanville,
could not help betraying some surprise at the gracefulness of his
figure.

It must be confessed, said she to her attendant, with a smile, that
this lover my father has brought us, is no contemptible person:
nevertheless, I feel an invincible repugnance in myself against
receiving him in that character.

As she finished these words, the marquis came up, and presented Mr.
Glanville to her; who, saluting her with the freedom of a relation,
gave her a disgust that showed itself immediately in her fair face,
which was overspread with such a gloom, that the marquis was quite
astonished at it. Indeed Arabella, who expected he would hardly
have presumed to kiss her hand, was so surprised at his freedom, in
attempting her lips, that she not only expressed her indignation by
frowns, but gave him to understand he had mortally offended her.

Mr. Glanville, however, was neither surprised nor angry at her
resentment; but, imputing it to her country education, endeavoured to
rally her out of her ill humour; and the marquis, being glad to find a
behaviour, which he thought proceeded from her dislike of her cousin,
was only an effect of an over-scrupulous modesty, told her that Mr.
Glanville had committed no offence by saluting her, since that was a
civility which was granted to all strangers at the first interview, and
therefore could not be refused to a relation.

Since the world is so degenerated in its customs from what it was
formerly, said Arabella, with a smile full of contempt upon her cousin,
I am extremely happy in having lived in a solitude which has not yet
exposed me to the mortification of being a witness to manners I cannot
approve; for if every person I shall meet with for the future be so
deficient in their respects to ladies, as my cousin is, I shall not
care how much I am secluded from society.

But, dear Lady Bella, interrupted Mr. Glanville gaily, tell me, I
beseech you, how I must behave to please you; for I should be extremely
glad to be honoured with your good opinion.

The person, resumed she, whom I must teach how to acquire my good
opinion, will, I am afraid, hardly recompense me by his docility in
learning, for the pains I should be at in instructing him.

But, resumed Glanville, that I may avoid any more occasions of
offending you, only let me know how you would be approached for the
future.

Since, answered she, there is no necessity to renew the ceremony of
introducing you again to me, I have not a second affront of that kind
to apprehend; but I pray tell me, if all cavaliers are as presuming as
yourself; and if a relation of your sex does not think a modest embrace
from a lady a welcome sufficiently tender[1]?

Nay, cousin, cried Glanville, eagerly, I am now persuaded you are in
the right; an embrace is certainly to be preferred to a cold salute.
What would I give, that the marquis would introduce me a second time,
that I might be received with so delightful a welcome?

The vivacity with which he spoke this was so extremely disagreeable to
Arabella, that she turned from him abruptly, and, striking into another
walk, ordered Lucy to tell him she commanded him not to follow her.

Mr. Glanville, however, who had no notion of the exact obedience which
was expected from him, would have gone after her, notwithstanding this
prohibition, which Lucy delivered in a most peremptory manner, after
her lady's example: but the marquis, who had left the two young people
at liberty to discourse, and had walked on, that he might not interrupt
them, turning about, and seeing Glanville alone, called him to have
some private discourse with him; and, for that time, spared Arabella
the mortification of seeing her commands disobeyed.

[1] The heroines, though they think a kiss of the hand a great
condescension to a lover, and never grant it without blushes and
confusion; yet make no scruple to embrace him upon every short absence.

Chapter IX.

_In which a lover is severely punished for faults which the reader
never would have discovered, if he had not been told._

The marquis, though he had resolved to give Arabella to his nephew,
was desirous he should first receive some impressions of tenderness
for her, before he absolutely declared his resolution; and ardently
wished he might be able to overcome that reluctance which she seemed
to have for marriage: but, though Glanville in a very few days became
passionately in love with his charming cousin, yet she discovered so
strong a dislike to him, that the marquis feared it would be difficult
to make her receive him for an husband: he observed she took all
opportunities of avoiding his conversation; and seemed always out of
temper when he addressed any thing to her; but was well enough pleased,
when he discoursed with him; and would listen to the long conversations
they had together with great attention.

The truth is, she had too much discernment not to see Mr. Glanville had
a great deal of merit: his person was perfectly handsome; he possessed
a great share of understanding, an easy temper, and a vivacity which
charmed every one, but the insensible Arabella.

She often wondered, that a man, who, as she told her confidante,
was master of so many fine qualities, should have a disposition so
little capable of feeling the passion of love, with the delicacy and
fervour she expected to inspire; or that he, whose conversation was
so pleasing on every other subject, should make so poor a figure when
he entertained her with matters of gallantry. However, added she, I
should be to blame to desire to be beloved by Mr. Glanville; for I am
persuaded that passion would cause no reformation in the coarseness of
his manners to ladies, which makes him so disagreeable to me, and might
possibly increase my aversion.

The marquis, having studied his nephew's looks for several days,
thought he saw inclination enough in them for Arabella, to make him
receive the knowledge of his intention with joy: he, therefore, called
him into his closet, and told him in few words, that, if his heart
was not pre-engaged, and his daughter capable of making him happy, he
resolved to bestow her upon him, together with all his estates.

Mr. Glanville received this agreeable news with the strongest
expressions of gratitude; assuring his uncle, that Lady Bella, of all
the women he had ever seen, was most agreeable to his taste; and that
he felt for her all the tenderness and affection his soul was capable
of.

I am glad of it, my dear nephew, said the marquis, embracing him: I
will allow you, added he smiling, but a few weeks to court her: gain
her heart as soon as you can, and when you bring me her consent, your
marriage shall be solemnized immediately.

Mr. Glanville needed not a repetition of so agreeable a command: he
left his uncle's closet, with his heart filled with the expectation
of his approaching happiness; and, understanding Arabella was in the
garden, he went to her with a resolution to acquaint her with the
permission her father had given him to make his addresses to her.

He found his fair cousin, as usual, accompanied with her women; and,
seeing that, notwithstanding his approach, they still continued to
walk with her, and impatient of the restraint they laid him under, I
beseech you, cousin, said he, let me have the pleasure of walking with
you alone: what necessity is there for always having so many witnesses
of our conversation? You may retire, said he, speaking to Lucy, and the
other woman; I have something to say to your lady in private.

Stay, I command you, said Arabella, blushing at an insolence so
uncommon, and take orders from no one but myself.--I pray you, Sir,
pursued she frowning, what intercourse of secrets is there between
you and me, that you expect I should favour you with a private
conversation? An advantage which none of your sex ever boasted to have
gained from me; and which, haply, you should be the last upon whom I
should bestow it.

You have the strangest notions, answered Glanville, smiling at
the pretty anger she discovered: certainly you may hold a private
conversation with any gentleman, without giving offence to decorum; and
I may plead a right to this happiness, above any other, since I have
the honour to be your relation.

It is not at all surprising, resumed Arabella gravely, that you and I
should differ in opinion upon this occasion: I don't remember that ever
we agreed in any thing; and, I am apt to believe, we never shall.

Ah! don't say so, Lady Bella, interrupted he: what a prospect of misery
you lay before me! For, if we are always to be opposite to each other,
it is necessary you must hate me as much as I admire and love you.

These words, which he accompanied with a gentle pressure of her hand,
threw the astonished Arabella into such an excess of anger and shame,
that, for a few moments, she was unable to utter a word.

What a horrid violation this, of all the laws of gallantry and
respect, which decree a lover to suffer whole years in silence before
he declares his flame to the divine object that causes it; and then
with awful tremblings and submissive prostrations at the feet of the
offended fair!

Arabella could hardly believe her senses when she heard a declaration,
not only made without the usual forms, but also, that the presumptuous
criminal waited for an answer, without seeming to have any apprehension
of the punishment to which he was to be doomed; and that, instead of
deprecating her wrath, he looked with a smiling wonder upon her eyes,
as if he did not fear their lightning would strike him dead.

Indeed, it was scarce possible for him to help smiling, and wondering
too, at the extraordinary action of Arabella; for, as soon as he had
pronounced those fatal words, she started back two or three steps; cast
a look at him full of the highest indignation; and, lifting up her fine
eyes to heaven, seemed, in the language of romance, to accuse the gods
for subjecting her to so cruel an indignity.

The tumult of her thoughts being a little settled, she turned
again towards Glanville, whose countenance expressing nothing of
that confusion and anxiety common to an adorer in so critical a
circumstance, her rage returned with greater violence than ever.

If I do not express all the resentment your insolence has filled me
with, said she to him, affecting more scorn than anger, it is because
I hold you too mean for my resentment; but never hope for my pardon
for your presumptuous confession of a passion I could almost despise
myself for inspiring. If it be true that you love me, go and find your
punishment in that absence to which I doom you; and never hope I will
suffer a person in my presence, who has affronted me in the manner you
have done.

Saying this, she walked away, making a sign to him not to follow her.

Mr. Glanville, who was at first disposed to laugh at the strange
manner in which she received his expressions of esteem for her, found
something so extremely haughty and contemptuous in the speech she had
made, that he was almost mad with vexation.

As he had no notion of his cousin's heroic sentiments, and had never
read romances, he was quite ignorant of the nature of his offence;
and, supposing the scorn she had expressed for him was founded upon
the difference of their rank and fortune, his pride was so sensibly
mortified at that thought, and at her so insolently forbidding him her
presence, that he was once inclined to show his resentment of such
ungenteel usage, by quitting the castle without taking leave even of
the marquis, who, he thought, could not be ignorant of the reception he
was likely to meet with from his daughter; and ought to have guarded
him against it, if he really meant him so well as he seemed to do.

As he was extremely violent and hasty in his resolutions, and nicely
sensible of the least affront, he was not in a condition to reason
justly upon the marquis's conduct in this affair; and while he was
fluctuating with a thousand different resolutions, Lucy came to him
with a billet from her lady, which she delivered without staying till
he opened it; and was superscribed in this manner:

"ARABELLA, TO THE MOST PRESUMPTUOUS MAN IN THE WORLD----

"You seem to acknowledge so little respect and deference
for the commands of a lady, that I am afraid it will be
but too necessary to reiterate that, which, at parting,
I laid upon you: know then, that I absolutely insist
upon your repairing, in the only manner you are able,
the affront you have put upon me; which is, by never
appearing before me again. If you think proper to confine
me to my chamber, by continuing here any longer, you will
add disobedience to the crime by which you have already
mortally offended

"ARABELLA."

The superscription of this letter, and the uncommon style of it,
persuaded Mr. Glanville that what he had been foolish enough to resent
as an affront, was designed as a jest, and meant to divert him as
well as herself: he examined her behaviour again, and wondered at
his stupidity in not discovering it before. His resentment vanishing
immediately, he returned to the house; and went, without ceremony, to
Arabella's apartment, which he entered before she perceived him, being
in a profound musing at one of the windows: the noise he made, in
approaching her, obliged her at last to look up; when, starting, as if
she had seen a basilisk, she flew to her closet, and shutting the door
with great violence, commanded him to leave her chamber immediately.

Mr. Glanville, still supposing her in jest, entreated her to open the
door; but, finding she continued obstinate, Well, said he, going away,
I shall be revenged on you some time hence, and make you repent the
tricks you play me now.

Arabella not being able to imagine any thing, by these words he spoke
in raillery, but that he really, in the spite and anguish of his
heart, threatened her with executing some terrible enterprise; she
did not doubt, but he either intended to carry her away; or, thinking
her aversion to him proceeded from his having a rival happy enough to
be esteemed by her, those mysterious words he had uttered related to
his design of killing him; so that as she knew he could discover no
rival to wreak his revenge upon, she feared that, at once to satisfy
that passion as well as his love, he would make himself master of her
liberty: For, in fine, said she to Lucy, to whom she communicated all
her thoughts, have I not every thing to apprehend from a man who knows
so little how to treat my sex with the respect which is our due; and
who, after having, contrary to the timorous nature of that passion,
insulted me with a free declaration of love, treated my commands with
the utmost contempt by appearing before me again; and even threatens me
with the revenge he is meditating at this moment?

Had Mr. Glanville been present, and heard the terrible misfortunes
which she presaged from the few words he had jestingly spoke, he would
certainly have made her quite furious, by the diversion her mistake
would have afforded him. But the more she reflected on his words, the
more she was persuaded of the terrible purpose of them.

It was in vain to acquaint her father with the reasons she had for
disliking his choice: his resolution was fixed, and if she did not
voluntarily conform to it, she exposed herself to the attempts of a
violent and unjust lover, who would either prevail upon the marquis
to lay a force upon her inclinations, or make himself master of her
person, and never cease persecuting her, till he had obliged her to
give him her hand.

Having reasoned herself into a perfect conviction that all these things
must necessarily happen, she thought it both just and reasonable
to provide for her own security by a speedy flight. The want of a
precedent, indeed, for an action of this nature, held her a few moments
in suspense; for she did not remember to have read of any heroine that
voluntarily left her father's house, however persecuted she might be:
but she considered, that there was not any of the ladies in romances,
in the same circumstances with herself, who was without a favoured
lover, for whose sake it might have been believed she had made an
elopement, which would have been highly prejudicial to her glory; and,
as there was no foundation for any suspicion of that kind in her case,
she thought there was nothing to hinder her from withdrawing from a
tyrannical exertion of parental authority, and the secret machinations
of a lover, whose aim was to take away her liberty, either by obliging
her to marry him, or by making her a prisoner.

Chapter X.

_Contains several incidents, in which the reader is expected to be
extremely interested._

Arabella had spent some hours in her closet, revolving a thousand
different stratagems to escape from the misfortune that threatened
her; when she was interrupted by Lucy, who, after desiring admittance,
informed her, that the marquis, having rode out to take the air that
evening, had fallen from his horse and received some hurt; that he was
gone to bed, and desired to see her.

Arabella, hearing her father was indisposed, ran to him, excessively
alarmed; and reflecting on the resolution she had just before taken,
of leaving him, which aggravated her concern, she came to his bed-side
with her eyes swimming in tears. Mr. Glanville was sitting near
him; but, rising at her appearance to give her his chair, which she
accepted without taking any notice of him, he stood at some distance
contemplating her face, to which sorrow had given so many charms, that
he gazed on her with an eagerness and delight that could not escape her
observation.

She blushed excessively at the passionate looks he gave her; and,
finding the marquis's indisposition not considerable enough to
oblige her to a constant attendance at his bed-side, she took the
first opportunity of returning to her chamber; but as she was going
out, Glanville presented his hand to lead her up stairs: which she
scornfully refusing;

Sure, cousin, said he, a little piqued, you are not disposed to carry
on your ill-natured jest any further?

If you imagined I jested with you, said Arabella, I am rather to accuse
the slowness of your understanding, for your persisting in treating me
thus freely, than the insolence I first imputed it to: but, whatever is
the cause of it, I now tell you again, that you have extremely offended
me; and, if my father's illness did not set bounds to my resentment at
present, I would make you know, that I would not suffer the injury you
do me, so patiently.

Since you would have me to believe you are serious, replied Glanville,
be pleased to let me know what offence it is you complain of; for I
protest I am quite at a loss to understand you.

Was it not enough, resumed Arabella, to affront me with an insolent
declaration of your passion, but you must also, in contempt of my
commands to the contrary, appear before me again, pursue me to my
chamber, and use the most brutal menaces to me?

Hold, pray, madam, interrupted Glanville, and suffer me to ask you, if
it is my presumption, in declaring myself your admirer that you are so
extremely offended at?

Doubtless it is, sir, answered Arabella; and such a presumption, as,
without the aggravating circumstances you have since added to it, is
sufficient to make me always your enemy.

I beg pardon, returned Mr. Glanville gravely, for that offence; and
also, for staying any longer in a house which you have so genteelly
turned me out of.

My pardon, Mr. Glanville, resumed she, is not so easily gained: time,
and your repentance, may, indeed, do much towards obtaining it.

Saying this, she made a sign to him to retire, for he had walked up
with her to her chamber: but, finding he did not obey her, for really
he was quite unacquainted with these sorts of dumb commands, she
hastily retired to her closet, lest he should attempt to move her pity
by any expressions of despair for the cruel banishment she had doomed
him to.

Mr. Glanville, seeing she had shut herself up in her closet, left her
chamber, and retired to his own, more confounded than ever at the
behaviour of his cousin.

Her bidding him so peremptorily to leave the house, would have equally
persuaded him of her ignorance and ill-breeding, had not the elegance
of her manners, in every other respect, proved the contrary; nor was
it possible to doubt she had a great share of understanding, since her
conversation, singular as some of her sentiments seemed to him, was
far superior to most other ladies. Therefore, he concluded the affront
he had received proceeded from her disdain to admit the addresses of
any person whose quality was inferior to hers; which, probably, was
increased to some particular dislike she had to his person.

His honour would not permit him to make use of that advantage her
father's authority could give him; and, wholly engrossed by his
resentment of the usage he had received from her, he resolved to set
out for London the next day without seeing the marquis, from whom he
was apprehensive of some endeavours to detain him.

Having taken this resolution, he ordered his servant to have the horses
ready early in the morning; and, without taking any notice of his
intention, he left the castle, riding, as fast as possible to the next
stage, from whence he wrote to his uncle; and, dispatching a messenger
with his letter, held on his way to London.

The marquis, being pretty well recovered from his indisposition by a
good night's rest, sent for Mr. Glanville in the morning, to walk with
him, as was his custom, in the garden; but, hearing he had rode out,
though he imagined it was only to take the air, yet he could not help
accusing him, in his own thoughts, of a little neglect; for which he
resolved to chide him, when he returned: but his long stay filling
him with some surprise, he was beginning to express his fears that
something had befallen him, to Arabella, who was then with him; when a
servant presented him the letter, which Mr. Glanville's messenger had
that moment brought.

The marquis casting his eyes on the direction, and knowing his nephew's
hand, Bless me! cried he, extremely surprised, what can this mean?
Bella, added he, here's a letter from your cousin.

Arabella, at these words, started up; and, preventing her father, with
a respectful action, from opening it, I beseech you, my lord, said
she, before you read this letter, suffer me to assure you, that if it
contains any thing fatal, I am not at all accessary to it: it is true I
have banished my cousin, as a punishment for the offence he was guilty
of towards me; but, Heaven is my witness, I did not design his death;
and if he has taken any violent resolution against himself, he has
greatly exceeded my commands.

The marquis, whose surprise was considerably increased by these words,
hastily broke open the letter, which she perceiving, hurried out of the
room; and, locking herself up in her closet, began to bewail the effect
of her charms, as if she was perfectly assured of her cousin's death.

The marquis, however, who, from Lady Bella's exclamation, had prepared
himself for the knowledge of some very extraordinary accident, was less
surprised than he would otherwise have been at the contents; which were
as follow:--

"MY LORD,

"As my leaving your house so abruptly will certainly
make me appear guilty of a most unpardonable rudeness,
I cannot dispense with myself from acquainting your
lordship with the cause; though, to spare the reproaches
Lady Bella will probably cast on me for doing so, I could
wish you knew it by any other means.

"But, my lord, I value your esteem too much to hazard the
loss of it by suffering you to imagine, that I am capable
of doing any thing to displease you. Lady Bella was
pleased to order me to stay no longer in the house; and
menaced me with some very terrible usage, if I disobeyed
her: she used so many other contemptuous expressions to
me, that, I am persuaded, I shall never be so happy as to
possess the honour you designed for, my lord, your most
obedient, &c.

"CHARLES GLANVILLE."

When the marquis had read this letter, he went to his daughter's
apartment with an intention to chide her severely for her usage of his
nephew; but, seeing her come to meet him with her eyes bathed in tears,
he insensibly lost some part of his resentment.

Alas! my lord, said she, I know you come prepared to load me with
reproaches, upon my cousin's account; but, I beseech your lordship, do
not aggravate my sorrows: though I banished Mr. Glanville, I did not
desire his death; and, questionless, if he knew how I _resent_ it, his
ghost would be satisfied with the sacrifice I make him.

The marquis, not being able to help smiling at this conceit, which he
saw had so strongly possessed her imagination, that she had no sort of
doubt but that her cousin was dead, asked her, if she really believed
Mr. Glanville loved her well enough to die with grief at her ill usage
of him?

If, said she, he loves me not well enough to die for me, he certainly
loves me but little; and I am the less obliged to him.

But I desire to know, interrupted the marquis, for what crime it was
you took the liberty to banish him from my house?

I banished him, my lord, resumed she, for his presumption in telling me
he loved me.

That presumption, as you call it, though I know not for what reason,
said the marquis, was authorised by me: therefore, know, Bella, that I
not only permit him to love you, but I also expect you should endeavour
to return his affection; and look upon him as the man whom I design
for your husband: there's his letter, pursued he, putting it into her
hand. I blush for the rudeness you have been guilty of; but endeavour
to repair it, by a more obliging behaviour for the future: I am going
to send after him immediately to prevail upon him to return: therefore,
write him an apology, I charge you; and have it done by the time my
messenger is ready to set out.

Saying this, he went out of the room; Arabella eagerly opened the
letter; and, finding it in a style so different from what she expected,
her dislike of him returned with more violence than ever.

Ah! the traitor! said she aloud, is it thus that he endeavours to
move my compassion? How greatly did I over-rate his affection, when
I imagined his despair was capable of killing him? Disloyal man!
pursued she, walking about, is it by complaints to my father that thou
expectest to succeed? And dost thou imagine the heart of Arabella is to
be won by violence and injustice?

In this manner she wasted the time allotted for her to write; and, when
the marquis sent for her letter, having no intention to comply, she
went to his chamber, conjuring him not to oblige her to a condescension
so unworthy of her.

The marquis, being now excessively angry with her, rose up in a fury,
and, leading her to his writing-desk, ordered her, instantly, to write
to her cousin.

If I must write, my lord, said she, sobbing, pray be so good as to
dictate what I must say.

Apologize for your rude behaviour, said the marquis; and desire him, in
the most obliging manner you can, to return.

Arabella, seeing there was a necessity for obeying, took up the pen,
and wrote the following billet:

"THE UNFORTUNATE ARABELLA, TO THE MOST UNGENEROUS
GLANVILLE.

"It is not by the power I have over you, that I command
you to return, for I disclaim any empire over so unworthy
a subject; but, since it is my father's pleasure I should
invite you back, I must let you know, that I repeal your
banishment, and expect you will immediately return with
the messenger who brings this. However, to spare your
acknowledgments, know, that it is in obedience to my
father's absolute commands, that you receive this mandate
from

"ARABELLA."

Having finished this billet, she gave it to the marquis to read; who,
finding a great deal of his own haughtiness of temper in it, could not
resolve to check her for a disposition so like his own: yet, he told
her, her style was very uncommon. And pray, added he, smiling, who
taught you to superscribe your letters thus? "The unfortunate Arabella,
to the most ungenerous Glanville." Why, Bella, this superscription is
wholly calculated for the bearer's information: but come, alter it
immediately; for I don't choose my messenger should know, that you are
unfortunate, or that my nephew is ungenerous.

Pray, my lord, replied Arabella, content yourself with what I have
already done in obedience to your commands, and suffer my letter to
remain as it is: methinks it is but reasonable I should express some
little resentment at the complaint my cousin has been pleased to make
to you against me; nor can I possibly make my letter more obliging,
without being guilty of an unpardonable meanness.

You are a strange girl, replied the marquis, taking the letter, and
enclosing it in one from himself; in which he earnestly entreated his
nephew to return, threatening him with his displeasure if he disobeyed;
and assuring him, that his daughter would receive him as well as he
could possibly desire.

The messenger being dispatched, with orders to ride post, and overtake
the young gentleman, he obeyed his orders so well, that he came up with
him at ----, where he intended to lodge that night.

Mr. Glanville, who expected his uncle would make use of some methods
to recall him, opened his letter without any great emotion; but seeing
another enclosed, his heart leaped to his mouth, not doubting but it
was a letter from Arabella; but the contents surprised him so much,
that he hardly knew whether he ought to look upon them as an invitation
to return, or a new affront, her words were so distant and haughty.
The superscription being much the same with a billet he had received
from her in the garden, which had made him conclude her in jest, he
knew not what to think of it. One would swear this dear girl's head is
turned, said he to himself, if she had not more _wit_ than her whole
sex besides.

After reading Arabella's letter several times, he at last opened his
uncle's; and, seeing the pressing instances he made him to return, he
resolved to obey; and the next morning he set out for the castle.

Arabella, during the time her cousin was expected, appeared so
melancholy and reserved, that the marquis was extremely uneasy. You
have never, said he to her, disobeyed me in any one action of your
life; and I may with reason expect you will conform to my will in the
choice I have made of a husband for you, since it is impossible to make
any objection either to his person or mind; and, being the son of my
sister, he is certainly not unworthy of you, though he has not a title.

My first wish, my lord, replied Arabella, is to live single, not being
desirous of entering into any engagement which may hinder my solicitude
and cares, and lessen my attendance, upon the best of fathers, who,
till now, has always most tenderly complied with my inclinations in
every thing: but if it is your absolute command, that I should marry,
give me not to one, who, though he has the honour to be allied to you,
has neither merited your esteem, nor my favour, by any action worthy
of his birth, or the passion he pretends to have for me; for, in fine,
my lord, by what services has he deserved the distinction with which
you honour him? Has he ever delivered you from any considerable danger?
Has he saved your life, and hazarded his own for you, upon any occasion
whatever? Has he merited my esteem, by his sufferings, fidelity, and
respect; or, by any great and generous action, given me a testimony
of his love, which should oblige me to reward him with my affection?
Ah! my lord, I beseech you, think not so unworthily of your daughter,
as to bestow her upon one who has done so little to deserve her: if
my happiness be dear to you, do not precipitate me into a state from
whence you cannot recall me, with a person whom I can never affect.

She would have gone on, but the marquis interrupted her sternly: I'll
hear no more, said he, of your foolish and ridiculous objections. What
stuff is this you talk of? What service am I to expect from my nephew?
And by what sufferings is he to merit your esteem? Assure yourself,
Arabella, continued he, that I will never pardon you, if you presume
to treat my nephew in the manner you have done. I perceive you have no
real objection to make to him: therefore I expect you will endeavour
to obey me without reluctance; for, since you seem to be so little
acquainted with what will most conduce to your own happiness, you must
not think it strange, if I insist upon directing your choice in the
most important business of your life.

Arabella was going to reply, but the marquis ordered her to be silent;
and she went to her own apartment in so much affliction, that she
thought her misfortunes were not exceeded by any she had ever read.

Chapter XI.

_In which a logical argument is unseasonably interrupted._

The marquis was also extremely uneasy at her obstinacy: he desired
nothing more ardently than to marry her to his nephew; but he could
not resolve to force her consent; and, however determined he appeared
to her, yet, in reality, he intended only to use persuasions to effect
what he desired; and, from the natural sweetness of her temper, he was
sometimes not without hopes that she might at last be prevailed upon to
comply.

His nephew's return restored him to part of his usual tranquillity:
after he had gently chid him for suffering himself to be so far
transported with his resentment at the little humours of a lady, as to
leave his house without acquainting him, he bade him go to Arabella,
and endeavour to make his peace with her.

Mr. Glanville accordingly went to her apartment, resolving to oblige
her to come to some explanation with him concerning the offence she
complained of; but that fair incensed lady, who had taken shelter in
her closet, ordered Lucy to tell him she was indisposed, and could not
see him.

Glanville, however, comforted himself for this disappointment by the
hopes of seeing her at supper; and accordingly she came, when the
supper-bell rung, and, making a very cool compliment to her cousin,
placed herself at table. The soft languor that appeared in her eyes,
gave such an additional charm to one of the loveliest faces in the
world, that Glanville, who sat opposite to her, could not help gazing
on her with a very particular attention; he often spoke to her, and
asked her trifling questions, for the sake of hearing the sound of her
voice, which sorrow had made enchantingly sweet.

When supper was over, she would have retired; but the marquis desired
her to stay and entertain her cousin, while he went to look over some
dispatches he had received from London.

Arabella blushed with anger at this command; but not daring to disobey,
she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, as if she dreaded to hear
something that would displease her.

Well, cousin, said Glanville, though you desire to have no empire over
so unworthy a subject as myself, yet I hope you are not displeased at
my returning, in obedience to your commands.

Since I am not allowed any will of my own, said she, sighing, it
matters not whether I am pleased or displeased; nor is it of any
consequence to you to know.

Indeed but it is, Lady Bella, interrupted he; for if I knew how to
please you, I would never, if I could help it, offend. Therefore, I
beg you, tell me how I have disobliged you; for, certainly, you have
treated me as harshly as if I had been guilty of some very terrible
offence.

You had the boldness, said she, to talk to me of love; and you well
know that persons of my sex and quality are not permitted to listen to
such discourses; and if, for that offence, I banished you my presence,
I did no more than decency required of me; and which I would yet do,
were I mistress of my own actions.

But is it possible, cousin, said Glanville, that you can be angry with
any one for loving you? Is that a crime of so high a nature as to merit
an eternal banishment from your presence?

Without telling you, said Arabella, blushing, whether I am angry at
being loved, it is sufficient you know, that I will not pardon the man
who shall have the presumption to tell me he loves me.

But, madam, interrupted Glanville, if the person who tells you he
loves you, be of a rank not beneath you, I conceive you are not at all
injured by the favourable sentiments he feels for you; and, though
you are not disposed to make any returns to his passion, yet you are
certainly obliged to him for his good opinion.

Since love is not voluntary, replied Arabella, I am not obliged to any
person for loving me; for, questionless, if he could help it, he would.

If it is not a voluntary favour, interrupted Glanville, it is not a
voluntary offence; and if you do not think yourself obliged by the one,
neither are you at liberty to be offended with the other.

The question, said Arabella, is not whether I ought to be offended at
being loved, but whether it is not an offence to be told I am so.

If there is nothing criminal in the passion itself, madam, resumed
Glanville, certainly there can be no crime in declaring it.

However specious your arguments may appear, interrupted Arabella, I
am persuaded it is an unpardonable crime to tell a lady you love her;
and though I had nothing else to plead, yet the authority of custom is
sufficient to prove it.

Custom, Lady Bella, said Glanville, smiling, is wholly on my side; for
the ladies are so far from being displeased at the addresses of their
lovers, that their chiefest care is to gain them, and their greatest
triumph to hear them talk of their passion: so, madam, I hope you'll
allow that argument has no force.

I do not know, answered Arabella, what sort of ladies they are who
allow such unbecoming liberties, but I am certain, that Statira,
Parisatis, Clelia, Mandana, and all the illustrious heroines of
antiquity, whom it is a glory to resemble, would never admit of such
discourses.

Ah! for Heaven's sake, cousin, interrupted Glanville, endeavouring
to stifle a laugh, do not suffer yourself to be governed by such
antiquated maxims! The world is quite different to what it was in those
days; and the ladies in this age would as soon follow the fashions of
the Greek and Roman ladies, as mimic their manners; and I believe they
would become one as well as the other.

I am sure, replied Arabella, the world is not more virtuous now than it
was in their days, and there is good reason to believe it is not much
wiser; and I don't see why the manners of this age are to be preferred
to those of former ones, unless they are wiser and better: however, I
cannot be persuaded, that things are as you say; but that when I am a
little better acquainted with the world, I shall find as many persons
who resemble Oroondates, Artaxerxes, and the illustrious lover of
Clelia, as those who are like Tiribases, Artaxes, and the presuming and
insolent Glanville.

By the epithets you give me, madam, said Glanville, I find you have
placed me in very bad company: but pray, madam, if the illustrious
lover of Clelia had never discovered his passion, how would the world
have come to the knowledge of it?

He did not discover his passion, sir, resumed Arabella, till, by the
services he did the noble Clelius, and his incomparable daughter, he
could plead some title to their esteem: he several times preserved the
life of that renowned Roman; delivered the beautiful Clelia when she
was a captive; and, in fine, conferred so many obligations upon them,
and all their friends, that he might well expect to be pardoned by the
divine Clelia for daring to love her. Nevertheless, she used him very
harshly when he first declared his passion, and banished him also from
her presence; and it was a long time before she could prevail upon
herself to compassionate his sufferings.

The marquis coming in interrupted Arabella; upon which she took
occasion to retire, leaving Glanville more captivated with her than
ever.

He found her usage of him was grounded upon examples she thought it her
duty to follow; and, strange as her notions of life appeared, yet they
were supported with so much wit and delicacy, that he could not help
admiring her, while he foresaw the oddity of her humour would throw
innumerable difficulties in his way, before he should be able to obtain
her.

However, as he was really passionately in love with her, he resolved to
accommodate himself, as much as possible, to her taste, and endeavour
to gain her heart by a behaviour most agreeable to her: he therefore
assumed an air of great distance and respect; never mentioned his
affection, nor the intentions of her father in his favour; and the
marquis observing his daughter conversed with him with less reluctance
than usual, leaving to time, and the merit of his nephew, to dispose
her to comply with his desires, resolved not to interpose his authority
in an affair upon which her own happiness so much depended.

Chapter XII.

_In which the reader will find a specimen of the true pathetic, in a
speech of Oroondates. The adventure of the books._

Arabella saw the change in her cousin's behaviour with a great deal
of satisfaction; for she did not doubt but his passion was as strong
as ever; but that he forbore, through respect, from entertaining her
with any expressions of it: therefore she now conversed with him with
the greatest sweetness and complaisance; she would walk with him for
several hours in the garden, leaning upon his arm; and charmed him to
the last degree of admiration by the agreeable sallies of her wit, and
her fine reasoning upon every subject he proposed.

It was with the greatest difficulty he restrained himself from telling
her a thousand times a day that he loved her to excess, and conjuring
her to give her consent to her father's designs in his favour: but,
though he could get over his fears of offending her, yet it was
impossible to express any sentiments of this nature to her, without
having her women witnesses of his discourse; for when he walked with
her in the garden, Lucy and another attendant always followed her: if
he sat with her in her own chamber, her women were always at one end
of it; and when they were both in the marquis's apartment, where her
women did not follow her, poor Glanville found himself embarrassed
by his presence; for, conceiving his nephew had opportunities enough
of talking to his daughter in private, he always partook of their
conversation.

He passed some weeks in this manner, extremely chagrined at the little
progress he made; and was beginning to be heartily weary of the
constraint he laid upon himself, when Arabella one day furnished him,
without designing it, with an opportunity of talking to her on the
subject he wished for.

When I reflect, said she, laughing, upon the difference there was
between us some days ago, and the familiarity in which we live at
present, I cannot imagine by what means you have arrived to a good
fortune you had so little reason to expect; for, in fine, you have
given me no signs of repentance for the fault you committed, which
moved me to banish you; and I am not certain whether, in conversing
with you in the manner I do, I give you not as much reason to find
fault with my too great easiness, as you did me to be displeased with
your presumption.

Since, returned Glanville, I have not persisted in the commission of
those faults which displeased you, what greater signs of repentance can
you desire, than this reformation in my behaviour?

But repentance ought to precede reformation, replied Arabella,
otherwise there is great room to suspect it is only feigned: and
a sincere repentance shows itself in such visible marks, that one
can hardly be deceived in that which is genuine. I have read of
many indiscreet lovers, who not succeeding in their addresses, have
pretended to repent, and acted as you do; that is, without giving
any signs of contrition for the fault they had committed, have eat
and slept well, never lost their colour, or grew one bit thinner, by
their sorrow; but contented themselves with saying they repented; and,
without changing their disposition to renew their fault, only concealed
their intention, for fear of losing any favourable opportunity of
committing it again: but true repentance, as I was saying, not only
produces reformation, but the person who is possessed of it voluntarily
punishes himself for the faults he has been guilty of. Thus Mazares,
deeply repenting of the crime his passion for the divine Mandana had
forced him to commit; as a punishment, obliged himself to follow the
fortune of his glorious rival; obey all his commands; and, fighting
under his banners, assist him to gain the possession of his adored
mistress. Such a glorious instance of self-denial was, indeed, a
sufficient proof of his repentance; and infinitely more convincing than
the silence he imposed upon himself with respect to his passion.

Oroondates, to punish himself for his presumption, in daring to tell
the admirable Statira that he loved her, resolved to die, to expiate
his crime; and, doubtless, would have done so, if his fair mistress, at
the entreaty of her brother, had not commanded him to live.

But pray, Lady Bella, interrupted Glanville, were not these gentlemen
happy at last in the possession of their mistresses?

Doubtless they were, sir, resumed she; but it was not till after
numberless misfortunes, infinite services, and many dangerous
adventures, in which their fidelity was put to the strongest trials
imaginable.

I am glad, however, said Glanville, that the ladies were not
insensible; for, since you do not disapprove of their compassion for
their lovers, it is to be hoped you will not be always as inexorable as
you are now.

When I shall be so fortunate, interrupted she, to meet with a lover
who shall have as pure and perfect a passion for me, as Oroondates had
for Statira; and give me as many glorious proofs of his constancy and
affection, doubtless I shall not be ungrateful: but, since I have not
the merits of Statira, I ought not to pretend to her good fortune; and
shall be very well contented if I escape the persecutions which persons
of my sex, who are not frightfully ugly, are always exposed to, without
hoping to inspire such a passion as that of Oroondates.

I should be glad to be better acquainted with the actions of this happy
lover, madam, said Glanville; that, forming myself upon his example, I
may hope to please a lady as worthy of my regard as Statira was of his.

For heaven's sake, cousin, resumed Arabella, laughing, how have you
spent your time; and to what studies have you devoted your hours, that
you could find none to spare for the perusal of books from which all
useful knowledge may be drawn; which give us the most shining examples
of generosity, courage, virtue, and love; which regulate our actions,
form our manners, and inspire us with a noble desire of emulating
those great, heroic, and virtuous actions, which made those persons so
glorious in their age, and so worthy imitation in ours? However, as it
is never too late to improve, suffer me to recommend to you the reading
of these books, which will soon make you discover the improprieties you
have been guilty of; and will, probably, induce you to avoid them for
the future.

I shall certainly read them, if you desire it, said Glanville; and
I have so great an inclination to be agreeable to you, that I shall
embrace every opportunity of becoming so; and will therefore take my
instructions from these books, if you think proper, or from yourself;
which, indeed, will be the quickest method of teaching me.

Arabella having ordered one of her women to bring Cleopatra, Cassandra,
Clelia, and the Grand Cyrus from her library, Glanville no sooner saw
the girl return, sinking under the weight of those voluminous romances,
but he began to tremble at the apprehension of his cousin laying her
commands upon him to read them; and repented of his complaisance, which
exposed him to the cruel necessity of performing what to him appeared
an Herculean labour, or else incurring her anger by his refusal.

Arabella, making her women place the books upon a table before her,
opened them, one after another, with eyes sparkling with delight; while
Glanville sat wrapt in admiration at the sight of so many huge folios
written, as he conceived, upon the most trifling subjects imaginable.

I have chosen out these few, said Arabella (not observing his
consternation), from a great many others, which compose the most
valuable part of my library; and by that time you have gone through
these, I imagine you will be considerably improved.

Certainly, madam, replied Glanville, turning over the leaves in great
confusion, one may, as you say, be greatly improved; for these books
contain a great deal: and, looking over a page of Cassandra, without
any design, read these words, which were part of Oroondates' soliloquy
when he received a cruel sentence from Statira:--

"Ah cruel! (says this miserable lover) and what have I done to merit
it? Examine the nature of my offence, and you will see I am not so
guilty, but that my death may free me from part of that severity:
shall your hatred last longer than my life? And can you detest a
soul that forsakes its body only to obey you? No, no, you are not so
hard-hearted; that satisfaction will, doubtless, content you: and, when
I shall cease to be, doubtless I shall cease to be odious to you."

Upon my soul, said Glanville, stifling a laugh with great difficulty, I
cannot help blaming the lady this sorrowful lover complains of, for her
great cruelty; for here he gives one reason to suspect, that she will
not even be contented with his dying in obedience to her commands, but
will hate him after death; an impiety quite inexcusable in a Christian!

You condemn this illustrious princess with very little reason,
interrupted Arabella, smiling at his mistake; for, besides that she
was not a Christian, and ignorant of those divine maxims of charity
and forgiveness, which Christians, by their profession, are obliged
to practise, she was very far from desiring the death of Oroondates;
for, if you will take the pains to read the succeeding passages, you
will find that she expresses herself in the most obliging manner in
the world; for when Oroondates tells her he would live, if she would
consent he should, the princess most sweetly replies, "I not only
consent, but also entreat it; and, if I have any power, command it."
However, lest you should fall into the other extreme, and blame this
great princess for her easiness (as you before condemned her for her
cruelty), it is necessary you should know how she was induced to this
favourable behaviour to her lover: therefore pray read the whole
transaction. Stay! here it begins, continued she; turning over a good
many pages, and marking where he should begin to read.

Glanville, having no great stomach to the task, endeavoured to evade
it, by entreating his cousin to relate the passages she desired he
should be acquainted with: but she declining it, he was obliged to
obey, and began to read where she directed him: and, to leave him at
liberty to read with the greater attention, she left him, and went to a
window at another end of the chamber.

Mr. Glanville, who was not willing to displease her, examined the task
she had set him, resolving, if it was not a very hard one, to comply;
but, counting the pages, he was quite terrified at the number, and
could not prevail upon himself to read them: therefore, glancing them
over, he pretended to be deeply engaged in reading, when, in reality,
he was contemplating the surprising effect these books had produced in
the mind of his cousin; who, had she been untainted with the ridiculous
whims they created in her imagination, was, in his opinion, one of the
most accomplished ladies in the world.

When he had sat long enough to make her believe he had read what she
had desired, he rose up, and joining her at the window, began to talk
of the pleasantness of the evening, instead of the rigour of Statira.

Arabella coloured with vexation at his extreme indifference in a
matter which was of such prodigious consequence, in her opinion; but
disdaining to put him in mind of his rudeness, in quitting a subject
they had not thoroughly discussed, and which she had taken so much
pains to make him comprehend, she continued silent; and would not
condescend to afford him an answer to any thing he said.

Glanville, by her silence and frowns, was made sensible of his fault;
and, to repair it, began to talk of the inexorable Statira, though,
indeed, he did not well know what to say.

Arabella, clearing up a little, did not disdain to answer him upon
her favourite topic: I knew, said she, you would be ready to blame
this princess equally for her rigour and her kindness; but it must be
remembered, that what she did in favour of Oroondates was wholly owing
to the generosity of Artaxerxes.

Here she stopped, expecting Glanville to give his opinion; who,
strangely puzzled, replied at random, To be sure, madam, he was a very
generous rival.

Rival! cried Arabella; Artaxerxes the rival of Oroondates! Why
certainly you have lost your wits: he was Statira's brother; and it was
to his mediation that Oroondates, or Orontes, owed his happiness.

Certainly, madam, replied Glanville, it was very generous in
Artaxerxes, as he was brother to Statira, to interpose in behalf of
an unfortunate lover; and both Oroondates and Orontes were extremely
obliged to him.

Orontes, replied Arabella, was more obliged to him than Oroondates:
since the quality of Orontes was infinitely below that of Oroondates.

But, madam, interrupted Glanville (extremely pleased at his having so
well got over the difficulty he had been in), which of these two lovers
did Statira make happy?

This unlucky question immediately informed Arabella, that she had been
all this time the dupe of her cousin; who, if he had read a single
page, would have known that Orontes and Oroondates was the same person;
the name of Orontes being assumed by Oroondates to conceal his real
name and quality.

The shame and rage she conceived at so glaring a proof of his
disrespect, and the ridicule to which she had exposed herself, were
so great, that she could not find words severe enough to express her
resentment; but, protesting that no consideration whatever should
oblige her to converse with him again, she ordered him instantly to
quit her chamber; and assured him, if he ever attempted to approach her
again, she would submit to the most terrible effects of her father's
resentment, rather than be obliged to see a person who had, by his
unworthy behaviour, made himself her scorn and aversion.

Glanville, who saw himself going to be discarded a second time,
attempted, with great submission, to move her to recall her
cruel sentence; but Arabella, bursting into tears, complained so
pathetically of the cruelty of her destiny, in exposing her to the
hated importunities of a man she despised, and whose presence was
so insupportable, that Glanville, thinking it best to let her rage
evaporate a little before he attempted to pacify her, quitted her
chamber; cursing Statira and Orontes a thousand times, and loading the
authors of those books with all the imprecations his rage could suggest.

Chapter XIII.

_The adventure of the books continued._

In this temper he went to the gardens to pass over the chagrin this
unfortunate accident had given him; when, meeting the marquis, who
insisted upon knowing the cause of that ill-humour so visible in his
countenance, Glanville related all that had passed, but, in spite of
his anger, it was impossible for him to repeat the circumstances of
his disgrace without laughing, as well as the marquis; who thought the
story so extremely diverting, that he would needs hear it over again.

However, Charles, said he, though I shall do what I can to gain your
pardon from Bella, yet I shall not scruple to own you acted extremely
wrong, in not reading what she desired you; for, besides losing an
opportunity of obliging her, you drew yourself into a terrible dilemma:
for how was it possible for you to evade a discovery of the cheat you
put upon her, when she began to talk with you upon those passages she
had desired you to read?

I acknowledge my error, my lord, answered Glanville; but if you restore
me to my cousin's favour again, I promise you to repair it by a
different behaviour for the future.

I'll see what I can do for you, said the marquis; leaving him, to go
to Arabella's apartment, who had retired to her closet, extremely
afflicted at this new insult she had received from her cousin: her
grief was the more poignant, as she was beginning to imagine, by the
alteration in his behaviour, that he would prove such a lover as she
wished for. Mr. Glanville's person and qualifications had attracted her
particular notice: and, to speak in the language of romance, she did
not hate him; but, on the contrary, was very much disposed to wish him
well: therefore, it was no wonder she extremely resented the affront
she had received from him.

The marquis not finding her in her chamber, proceeded to her closet,
where her women informed him she was retired; and, knocking gently at
the door, was admitted by Arabella, whom he immediately discerned to
have been weeping very much; for her fine eyes were red and swelled,
and the traces of her tears might still be observed on her fair face;
which, at the sight of the marquis, was overspread with a blush, as if
she was conscious of her weakness in lamenting the crime her cousin had
been guilty of.

The marquis drew a favourable omen for his nephew from her tears and
confusion; but, not willing to increase it by acknowledging he had
observed it, he told her he was come, at Mr. Glanville's request, to
make up the quarrel between them.

Ah! my lord, interrupted Arabella, speak no more to me of that unworthy
man, who has so grossly abused my favour, and the privilege I allowed
him: his baseness and ingratitude are but too manifest; and there is
nothing I so much regret as my weakness in restoring him to part of my
good opinion, after he had once forfeited it, by an insolence not to be
paralleled.

Indeed, Bella, said the marquis, smiling, you resent too deeply these
slight matters: I can't think my nephew so guilty as you would have me
believe he is; and you ought neither to be angry nor surprised, that he
preferred your conversation before reading in a foolish old-fashioned
book that you put in his hands.

If your lordship had ever read these books, replied Arabella, reddening
with vexation, it is probable you would have another opinion of them;
but, however that may be, my cousin is not to be excused for the
contempt he showed to my commands; and for daring, by the cheat he
put on me, to expose me to the shame of seeing myself so ridiculously
imposed upon.

However, you must forgive him, said the marquis; and I insist upon it,
before I quit your apartment, that you receive him into favour.

Pardon me, my lord, replied Arabella; this is what I neither can, nor
ought to do; and I hope you will not wrong me so much as to continue to
desire it.

Nay, Bella, said he, this is carrying things too far, and making
trifling disputes of too great consequence: I am surprised at your
treatment of a man whom, after all, if ever you intend to obey me, you
must consent to marry.

There is no question, my lord, replied she, but it would be my glory
to obey you in whatever is possible; but this you command me now to
do, not being so, I conceive you will rather impute my refusal to
necessity, than choice.

How! returned the marquis, will you endeavour to persuade me, that it
is not possible Mr. Glanville should be your husband?

It is impossible he should be so with my consent, resumed Arabella:
and I cannot give it without wounding my own quiet in a most sensible
manner.

Come, come, Bella, said the marquis (fretting at her extreme
obstinacy), this is too much: I am to blame to indulge your foibles in
this manner: your cousin is worthy of your affection, and you cannot
refuse it to him without incurring my displeasure.

Since my affection is not in my own power to bestow, said Arabella,
weeping, I know not how to remove your displeasure; but, questionless,
I know how to die, to avoid the effects of what would be to me the most
terrible misfortune in the world.

Foolish girl! interrupted the marquis, how strangely do you talk? Are
the thoughts of death become so familiar to you, that you speak of
dying with so little concern?

Since, my lord, resumed she, in an exalted tone, I do not yield, either
in virtue or courage, to many others of my sex, who, when persecuted
like me, have fled to death for relief, I know not why I should be
thought less capable of it than they; and if Artimisa, Candace, and the
beautiful daughter of Cleopatra, could brave the terrors of death for
the sake of the men they loved, there is no question but I also could
imitate their courage, to avoid the man I have so much reason to hate.

The girl is certainly distracted, interrupted the marquis, excessively
enraged at the strange speech she had uttered: these foolish books my
nephew talks of have turned her brain! Where are they? pursued he,
going into her chamber: I'll burn all I can lay my hands upon.

Arabella, trembling for the fate of her books, followed her father into
the room; who seeing the books which had caused this woeful adventure
lying upon the table, he ordered one of her women to carry them into
his apartment, vowing he would commit them all to the flames.

Arabella not daring, in the fury he was in, to interpose, he went out
of the room, leaving her to bewail the fate of so many illustrious
heroes and heroines, who, by an effect of a more cruel tyranny than
any they had ever experienced before, were going to be cast into the
merciless flames; which would, doubtless, pay very little regard to
the divine beauties of the admirable Clelia, or the heroic valour of
the brave Orontes; and the rest of those great princes and princesses,
whose actions Arabella proposed for the model of hers.

Fortune, however, which never wholly forsook these illustrious
personages, rescued them from so unworthy a fate, and brought Mr.
Glanville into the marquis's chamber just as he was giving orders to
have them destroyed.

BOOK II.

Chapter I.

_In which the adventure of the books is happily concluded._

The marquis, as soon as he saw Mr. Glanville, told him he was resolved
to cure Arabella of her whims, by burning the books that had put them
into her head: I have seized upon some of them, pursued he, smiling;
and you may, if you please, wreak your spite upon these authors of your
disgrace, by burning them yourself.

Though I have all the reason in the world to be enraged with that
incendiary Statira, said Glanville laughing, for the mischief she has
done me; yet I cannot consent to put such an affront upon my cousin, as
to burn her favourite books: and now I think of it, my lord, pursued
he, I'll endeavour to make a merit with Lady Bella by saving them;
therefore spare them, at my request, and let me carry them to her. I
shall be quite unhappy till we are friends again.

You may do as you will, said the marquis; but I think it encouraging
her in her follies to give them to her again.

Glanville, without replying, eagerly took up the books, for fear
the marquis should change his mind; and, highly delighted with the
opportunity he had got of making his peace with Lady Bella, ran to her
apartment, loaded with these kind intercessors; and, making his way
by Lucy, who would have opposed him, penetrated even into the closet
of the melancholy fair-one, who was making bitter reflections on the
cruelty of her destiny, and bewailing her loss with a deluge of tears.

As ridiculous as the occasion of these tears was, yet Glanville
could not behold them without being affected: assuming, therefore,
a countenance as sad as he was able, he laid the books before her;
and told her, he hoped she would excuse his coming into her presence
without her permission, since it was only to restore her those books,
whose loss she seemed so greatly to lament; and added, that it was
with much difficulty he prevailed upon the marquis not to burn them
immediately; and his fears, that he might really do as he threatened,
made him snatch them up, and bring them, with so little ceremony, into
her closet.

Arabella, whose countenance brightened into a smile of pleasing
surprise at the sight of her recovered treasure, turned her bright eyes
upon Glanville with a look of complacency that went to his heart.

I well perceive, said she, that in exaggerating the merit of this
little service you have done me, you expect I should suffer it to
cancel your past offences. I am not ungrateful enough to be insensible
of any kindness that is shown me; and, though I might be excused for
suspecting it was rather policy than friendship, that induced you to
seek my satisfaction, by saving these innocent victims of my father's
displeasure, nevertheless I pardon you upon the supposition, that you
will, for the future, avoid all occasion of offending me.

At these words she made a sign to him to be gone, fearing the
extravagance of his joy would make him throw himself at her feet to
thank her for the infinite favour she had conferred upon him: but,
finding he seemed disposed to stay longer, she called one of her women
into the closet; and, by some very significant frowns, gave Glanville
to understand his stay was displeasing; so that he left her, with a
very low bow, highly pleased at her having repealed his banishment; and
assured the marquis that nothing could have happened more fortunate for
him, than his intended disposal of his daughter's books, since it had
proved the means of restoring him to her favour.

Chapter II.

_Which contains a very natural incident._

From this time Mr. Glanville, though he was far from coming up to Lady
Bella's idea of a lover, yet, by the pains he apparently seemed to be
at in obliging her, made every day some progress in her esteem. The
marquis was extremely pleased at the harmony which subsisted between
them; though he could have wished to have seen their marriage advance a
little faster; but Glanville, who was better acquainted with Arabella's
foible than the marquis, assured him, he would ruin all his hopes if he
pressed her to marry; and entreated him to leave it entirely to him, to
dispose her to consent to both their wishes.

The marquis was satisfied with his reasons, and resolving not to
importune his daughter upon that subject any more, they lived for some
months in a perfect tranquillity; to which an illness the marquis was
seized with, and which was from the first thought to be dangerous, gave
a sad interruption.

Arabella's extreme tenderness upon this occasion, her anxious
solicitude, her pious cares, and never-ceasing attendance at the
bed-side of her sick father, were so many new charms that engaged the
affection of Glanville more strongly. As the marquis's indisposition
increased, so did her care and assiduity: she would not allow any one
to give him any thing but herself; bore all the pettish humours of
a sick man with a surprising sweetness and patience; watched whole
nights successively by his bed-side; and when, at his importunity, she
consented to take any rest, it was only on a couch in his chamber, from
whence no entreaties could make her remove. Mr. Glanville partook with
her in these fatigues; and, by his care of her father, and tenderness
for her, confirmed her in the esteem she had entertained of him.

The marquis, who had struggled with the violence of his distemper for
a fortnight, died on the fifteenth day in the arms of Arabella, who
received his last looks; his eyes never removing themselves from her
face, till they were closed by death. Her spirits, which the desire
she had of being useful to him, had alone supported, now failed her at
once; and she fell upon the bed, without sense or motion, as soon as
she saw him expire.

Mr. Glanville, who was kneeling on the other side, and had been
holding one of his uncle's hands, started up in the most terrible
consternation, and, seeing the condition she was in, flew to her
relief: her women, while he supported her, used all the endeavours
they could think of to recover her; but she continued so long in her
swoon, that they apprehended she was dead; and Glanville was resigning
himself up to the most bitter sorrow, when she opened her eyes; but it
was only to close them again. Her faintings continued the whole day;
and the physicians declaring she was in great danger, from her extreme
weakness, she was carried to bed in a condition that seemed to promise
very little hopes of her life.

The care of the marquis's funeral devolving upon Mr. Glanville, he sent
a messenger express for his father, who was appointed guardian to Lady
Bella; the marquis having first asked her if she was willing it should
be so. This gentleman arrived time enough to be witness of that sad
ceremony, which was performed with a magnificence suitable to the birth
and fortune of the marquis.

Lady Bella kept her bed several days, and her life was thought to be in
danger; but her youth, and the strength of her constitution, overcame
her disease; and, when she was so well recovered as to be able to
admit of a visit from her uncle, Mr. Glanville sent for permission to
introduce him. The afflicted Arabella granted his request; but, being
then more indisposed than usual, she entreated they would defer their
visit for an hour or two, which they complied with; and, returning at
the appointed time, were conducted into her dressing-room by Lucy, who
informed them her lady was just fallen into a slumber.

Mr. Glanville, who had not seen her for some days, expected her waking
with great impatience; and pleased himself with describing her, with
a lover's fondness, to his father, when the sound of her voice in the
next room interrupted him.

Chapter III.

_Which treats of a consolatory visit, and other grave matters._

Arabella, being then awaked from her slumber, was indulging her grief
by complaints, which her women were so used to hear, that they never
offered to disturb her. Merciless fate! said she, in the most moving
tone imaginable; cruel destiny! that, not contented with having
deprived my infancy of the soft cares and tender indulgences of a
mother's fondness, has robbed me of the only parent I had left, and
exposed me, at these early years, to the grief of losing him who was
not only my father, but my friend, and protector of my youth!

Then, pausing a moment, she renewed her complaints with a deep sigh:
Dear relics of the best of fathers! pursued she, why was it not
permitted me to bathe you with my tears? Why were those sacred remains
of him, from whom I drew my life, snatched from my eyes, ere they had
poured their tribute of sorrow over them? Ah! pitiless women! said she
to her attendants, you prevented me from performing the last pious
rites to my dear father! You, by your cruel care, hindered me from
easing my sad heart, by paying him the last duties he could receive
from me! Pardon, O dear and sacred shade of my loved father! pardon
this unwilling neglect of thy afflicted child, who, to the last moment
of her wretched life, will bewail thy loss!

Here she ceased speaking; and Mr. Glanville, whom this soliloquy had
much less confounded than his father, was preparing to go in, and
comfort her; when the old gentleman stopping him with a look of great
concern: My niece is certainly much worse than we apprehend, said he.
She is in a delirium: our presence may, perhaps, discompose her too
much.

No, Sir, replied Glanville, extremely confused at this suspicion; my
cousin is not so bad as you suppose: it is common enough for people in
any great affliction to ease themselves by complaints.

But these, replied the knight, are the strangest complaints I ever
heard, and savour so much of frenzy, that I am persuaded her head is
not quite right.

Glanville was going to reply, when Lucy, entering, told them her
lady had ordered their admission: upon which they followed her into
Arabella's chamber, who was lying negligently upon her bed.

Her deep mourning, and the black gauze, which covered part of her
fair face, was so advantageous to her shape and complexion, that Sir
Charles, who had not seen her since she grew up, was struck with an
extreme surprise at her beauty, while his son was gazing on her so
passionately, that he never thought of introducing his father to her,
who contemplated her with as much admiration as his son, though with
less passion.

Arabella, rising from her bed, saluted her uncle with a grace that
wholly charmed him; and turning to receive Mr. Glanville, she burst
into tears at the remembrance of his having assisted her in her last
attendance upon her father. Alas! sir, said she, when we saw each
other last, we were both engaged in a very melancholy office: had it
pleased Heaven to have spared my father, he would, doubtless, have
been extremely sensible of your generous cares; nor shall you have any
reason to accuse me of ingratitude, since I shall always acknowledge
your kindness as I ought.

If you think you owe me any obligation, returned Glanville, pay me,
dearest cousin, by moderating your sorrow: indeed you suffer yourself
to sink too much under an affliction which is impossible to be remedied.

Alas! answered Arabella, my grief is very slight, compared to that of
many others upon the death of their relations. The great Sysigambis,
who, questionless, wanted neither fortitude nor courage, upon the news
of her grand-daughter's death, wrapped herself up in her veil; and,
resolving never more to behold the light, waited for death in that
posture.

Menecrates, upon the loss of his wife, built a magnificent tomb
for her; and, shutting himself up in it, resolved to pass away the
remainder of his life with her ashes. These, indeed, were glorious
effects of piety and affection, and unfeigned signs of an excessive
sorrow: what are the few tears I shed to such illustrious instances of
grief and affection, as these?

Glanville, finding his cousin upon this strain, blushed extremely, and
would have changed the subject; but the old gentleman, who had never
heard of these two persons she mentioned, who expressed their sorrow
for their losses in so strange a manner, was surprised at it; and was
resolved to know more about them.

Pray, niece, said he, were you acquainted with these people, who could
not submit to the dispensation of Providence, but, as one may say, flew
in the face of Heaven by their impatience?

I am very well acquainted with their history, resumed Arabella; and I
can assure you, they were both very admirable persons.

Oh! Oh! their history! interrupted the knight. What, I warrant you,
they are to be found in the Fairy Tales, and those sort of books! Well,
I never could like such romances, not I; for they only spoil youth, and
put strange notions into their heads.

I am sorry, resumed Arabella, blushing with anger, that we are like to
differ in opinion upon so important a point.

Truly, niece, said Sir Charles, if we never differ in any thing else,
I shall be very easy about this slight matter; though I think a young
lady of your fine sense (for my son praises you to the skies for your
_wit_) should not be so fond of such ridiculous nonsense as these
story-books are filled with.

Upon my word, sir, resumed Arabella, all the respect I owe you cannot
hinder me from telling you that I take it extremely ill you should,
in my presence, rail at the finest productions in the world. I think
we are infinitely obliged to these authors, who have, in so sublime a
style, delivered down to posterity the heroic actions of the bravest
men, and most virtuous of women. But for the inimitable pen of the
famous Scudery, we had been ignorant of the lives of many great and
illustrious persons: the warlike actions of Oroondates, Aronces, Juba,
and the renowned Artaban, had, haply, never been talked of in our age;
and those fair and chaste ladies, who were the objects of their pure
and constant passions, had still been buried in obscurity; and neither
their divine beauties, or singular virtue, been the subject of our
admiration and praise. But for the famous Scudery, we had not known the
true cause of that action of Clelia's, for which the senate decreed her
a statue; namely, her casting herself, with an unparalleled courage,
into the Tyber, a deep and rapid river, as you must certainly know,
and swimming to the other side. It was not, as the Roman historians
falsely report, a stratagem to recover herself, and the other hostages,
from the power of Porsena; it was to preserve her honour from violation
by the impious Sextus, who was in the camp. But for Scudery, we had
still thought the inimitable poetess Sappho to be a loose wanton,
whose verses breathed nothing but unchaste and irregular fires: on
the contrary, she was so remarkably chaste, that she would never even
consent to marry; but, loving Phaon, only with a Platonic passion,
obliged him to restrain his desires within the compass of a brother's
affection. Numberless are the mistakes he has cleared up of this kind;
and I question, if any other historian but himself knew that Cleopatra
was really married to Julius Cæsar; or that Cæsario, her son by this
marriage, was not murdered, as was supposed, by the order of Augustus,
but married the fair queen of Ethiopia, in whose dominions he took
refuge. The prodigious acts of valour, which he has recounted of those
accomplished princes, have never been equalled by the heroes of either
the Greek or Roman historians. How poor and insignificant are the
actions of their warriors to Scudery's, where one of those admirable
heroes would put whole armies into terror, and with his single arm
oppose a legion!

Indeed, niece, said Sir Charles, no longer able to forbear interrupting
her, these are all very improbable tales. I remember, when I was a boy,
I was very fond of reading the history of Jack the Giant Killer, and
Tom Thumb; and these stories so filled my head, that I really thought
one of those little heroes killed men an hundred feet high; and that
the other, after a great many surprising exploits, was swallowed up by
a cow.

You was very young, sir, you say, interrupted Arabella tartly, when
those stories gained your belief: however, your judgment was certainly
younger, if you ever believed them at all; for as credulous as you are
pleased to think me, I should never, at any age, have been persuaded
such things could have happened.

My father, madam, said Glanville, who was strangely confused all this
time, bore arms in his youth; and soldiers, you know, never trouble
themselves much with reading.

Has my uncle been a soldier, said Arabella, and does he hold in
contempt the actions of the bravest soldiers in the world?

The soldiers you speak of, niece, said Sir Charles, were indeed the
bravest soldiers in the world; for I don't believe they ever had their
equals.

And yet, sir, said Arabella, there are a great number of such soldiers
to be found in Scudery.

Indeed, my dear niece, interrupted Sir Charles, they are to be found
nowhere else, except in your imagination, which, I am sorry to see, is
filled with such _whimsies_.

If you mean this to affront me, sir, resumed Arabella, hardly able to
forbear tears, I know how far, as my uncle, I ought to bear with you:
but methinks it is highly unkind to aggravate my sorrows by such cruel
jests; and, since I am not in an humour to suffer them, don't take it
ill, if I entreat you to leave me to myself.

Mr. Glanville, who knew nothing pleased his cousin so much as paying
an exact obedience to her commands, rose up immediately; and, bowing
respectfully to her, asked his father if he should attend him into the
gardens.

The baronet, who thought Arabella's behaviour bordered a good deal
upon rudeness, took his leave with some signs of displeasure upon his
countenance; and, notwithstanding all his son could say in excuse for
her, he was extremely offended.

What! said he, to Mr. Glanville, does she so little understand the
respect that is due to me as her uncle, that she so peremptorily
desired me to leave her room? My brother was to blame to take so little
care of her education; she is quite a rustic!

Ah! don't wrong your judgment so much, sir, said Glanville; my cousin
has as little of the rustic as if she had passed all her life in
court: her fine sense, and the native elegance of her manners give
an inimitable grace to her behaviour; and as much exceed the studied
politeness of other ladies I have conversed with, as the beauties of
her person do all I have ever seen.

She is very handsome, I confess, returned Sir Charles; but I cannot
think so well of her _wit_ as you do; for methinks she talks very
oddly, and has the strangest conceits! Who, but herself, would think it
probable that one man could put a whole army to flight; or commend a
foolish fellow for living in a tomb, because his wife was buried in it?
Fie, fie! these are silly and extravagant notions, and will make her
appear very ridiculous.

Mr. Glanville was so sensible of the justness of this remark, that
he could not help sighing; which his father observing, told him,
that since she was to be his wife, it was his business to produce a
reformation in her; for, added he, notwithstanding the immense fortune
she will bring you, I should be sorry to have a daughter-in-law for
whom I should blush as often as she opens her mouth.

I assure you, sir, said Mr. Glanville, I have but very little hopes
that I shall be so happy as to have my cousin for a wife; for though it
was my uncle's command I should make my addresses to her, she received
me so ill, as a lover, that I have never dared to talk to her upon that
subject since.

And pray, resumed Sir Charles, upon what terms are you at present?

While I seem to pretend nothing to her as a lover, replied Mr.
Glanville, she is very obliging, and we live in great harmony together;
but I am persuaded, if I exceed the bounds of friendship in my
professions, she will treat me extremely ill.

But, interrupted Sir Charles, when she shall know that her father has
bequeathed you one third of his estate, provided she don't marry you,
it is probable her mind may change; and you may depend upon it, since
your heart is so much set upon her, that, as I am her guardian, I shall
press her to perform the marquis's will.

Ah! sir, resumed Mr. Glanville, never attempt to lay any constraint
upon my cousin in an affair of this nature: permit me to tell you, it
would be an abuse of the marquis's generous confidence, and what I
would never submit to.

Nay, nay, said the old gentleman, you have no reason to fear any
compulsion from me: though her father has left me her guardian, till
she is of age, yet it is with such restriction, that my niece is quite
her own mistress in that respect; for though she is directed to consult
me in her choice of an husband, yet my consent is not absolutely
necessary. The marquis has certainly had a great opinion of his
daughter's prudence; and I hope she will prove herself worthy of it by
her conduct.

Mr. Glanville was so taken up with his reflections upon the state of
his affairs, that he made but little reply; and, as soon as he had
disengaged himself, retired to his chamber, to be at more liberty to
indulge his meditations. As he could not flatter himself with having
made any impression upon the heart of Arabella, he foresaw a thousand
inconveniences from the death of the marquis; for, besides that he lost
a powerful mediator with his cousin, he feared that, when she appeared
in the world, her beauty and fortune would attract a crowd of admirers,
among whom, it was probable, she would find some one more agreeable to
her taste than himself. As he loved her with great tenderness, this
thought made him extremely uneasy; and he would sometimes wish the
marquis had laid a stronger injunction upon her in his will to marry
him; and regretted the little power his father had over her: but he was
too generous to dwell long upon these thoughts, and contented himself
with resolving to do all that was honourable to obtain her, without
seeking for any assistance from unjustifiable methods.

Chapter IV.

_Which contains some common occurrences, but placed in a new light._

Arabella, in a few days, leaving her chamber, had so many opportunities
of charming her uncle by her conversation, which, when it did not
turn upon any incident in her romances, was perfectly fine, easy, and
entertaining, that he declared he should quit the castle with great
regret; and endeavoured to persuade her to accompany him to town: but
Arabella, who was determined to pass the year of her mourning in the
retirement she had always lived in, absolutely refused, strong as her
curiosity was, to see London.

Mr. Glanville secretly rejoiced at this resolution, though he seemed
desirous of making her change it; but she was unalterable; and,
therefore, the baronet did not think proper to press her any more.

Her father's will being read to her, she seemed extremely pleased with
the article in favour of Mr. Glanville, wishing him joy of the estate
that was bequeathed to him, with a most enchanting sweetness.

Mr. Glanville sighed, and cast his eyes on the ground, as he returned
her compliment, with a very low bow; and Sir Charles, observing his
confusion, told Arabella, that he thought it was a very bad omen for
his son, to wish him joy of an estate which he could not come to the
possession of but by a very great misfortune.

Arabella, understanding his meaning, blushed; and, willing to change
the discourse, proceeded to consult her uncle upon the regulation
of her house. Besides the legacies her father had bequeathed to
his servants, those who were more immediately about his person she
desired might have their salaries continued to them: she made no other
alteration, than discharging these attendants, retaining all the
others; and submitting to her uncle the management of her estates,
receiving the allowance he thought proper to assign her, till she was
of age, of which she wanted three years.

Every thing being settled, Sir Charles prepared to return to town. Mr.
Glanville, who desired nothing so much as to stay some time longer with
his cousin in her solitude, got his father to entreat that favour for
him of Arabella: but she represented to her uncle the impropriety of a
young gentleman's staying with her, in her house, now her father was
dead, in a manner so genteel and convincing, that Sir Charles could
press it no further; and all that Mr. Glanville could obtain, was a
permission to visit her some time after, provided he could prevail upon
his sister, Miss Charlotte Glanville, to accompany him.

The day of their departure being come, Sir Charles took his leave of
his charming niece, with many expressions of esteem and affection;
and Mr. Glanville appeared so concerned, that Arabella could not help
observing it; and bade him adieu with great sweetness.

When they were gone, she found her time hung heavy upon her hands;
her father was continually in her thoughts, and made her extremely
melancholy: she recollected the many agreeable conversations she had
had with Glanville; and wished it had been consistent with decency to
have detained him. Her books being the only amusement she had left,
she applied herself to reading with more eagerness than ever; but,
notwithstanding the delight she took in this employment, she had so
many hours of solitude and melancholy to indulge the remembrance of her
father in, that she was very far from being happy.

As she wished for nothing more passionately than an agreeable companion
of her own sex and rank, an accident threw a person in her way, who,
for some days, afforded her a little amusement. Stepping one day out of
her coach, to go into church, she saw a young lady enter, accompanied
by a middle-aged woman, who seemed to be an attendant. As Arabella had
never seen any one, above the rank of a gentleman farmer's daughter, in
this church, her attention was immediately engaged by the appearance of
this stranger, who was very magnificently dressed. Though she did not
seem to be more than eighteen years of age, her stature was above the
ordinary size of women; and, being rather too plump to be delicate, her
mien was so majestic, and such an air of grandeur was diffused over her
whole person, joined to the charms of a very lovely face, that Arabella
could hardly help thinking she saw the beautiful Candace before her,
who, by Scudery's description, very much resembled this fair-one.

Arabella, having heedfully observed her looks, thought she saw a great
appearance of melancholy in her eyes, which filled her with a generous
concern for the misfortunes of so admirable a person; but, the service
beginning, she was not at liberty to indulge her reflections upon this
occasion, as she never suffered any thoughts, but those of religion, to
intrude upon her mind during these pious rites.

As she was going out of church she observed the young lady, attended
only with the woman who came with her, preparing to walk home, and
therefore stepped forward, and, saluting her with a grace peculiar
to herself, entreated her to come into her coach, and give her the
pleasure of setting her down at her own house. So obliging an offer
from a person of Arabella's rank could not fail of being received with
great respect by the young lady, who was not ignorant of all the forms
of good breeding; and, accepting her invitation, she stepped into the
coach; Arabella obliging her woman to come in also, for whom, as she
had that day only Lucy along with her, there was room enough.

As they were going home, Arabella, who longed to be better acquainted,
entreated the fair stranger, as she called her, to go to the castle,
and spend the day with her; and she consenting, they passed by the
house where she lodged, and alighted at the castle, where Arabella
welcomed her with the most obliging expressions of civility and
respect. The young lady, though perfectly versed in the modes of
town-breeding, and _nothing-meaning_ ceremony, was at a loss how
to make proper returns to the civilities of Arabella. The native
elegance and simplicity of her manners were accompanied with so much
real benevolence of heart, such insinuating tenderness, and graces
so irresistible, that she was quite oppressed with them; and, having
spent most of her time between her toilet and quadrille, was so little
qualified for partaking a conversation so refined as Arabella's, that
her discourse appeared quite tedious to her, since it was neither upon
fashions, assemblies, cards, or scandal.

Her silence, and that absence of mind which she betrayed, made Arabella
conclude she was under some very great affliction; and, to amuse her
after dinner, led her into the gardens, supposing a person whose
uneasiness, as she did not doubt, proceeded from love, would be pleased
with the sight of groves and streams, and be tempted to disclose her
misfortunes while they wandered in that agreeable privacy. In this,
however, she was deceived; for though the young lady sighed several
times, yet, when she did speak, it was only of indifferent things, and
not at all in the manner of an afflicted heroine.

After observing upon a thousand trifles, she told Arabella, at last,
to whom she was desirous of making known her alliance to quality, that
these gardens were extremely like those of her father's-in-law, the
Duke of ----, at ----.

At this intimation, she expected Arabella would be extremely surprised;
but that lady, whose thoughts were always familiarised to objects of
grandeur, and would not have been astonished if she had understood her
guest was the daughter of a king, appeared so little moved, that the
lady was piqued by her indifference; and, after a few moments' silence,
began to mention going away.

Arabella, who was desirous of retaining her a few days, entreated her
so obligingly to favour her with her company for some time in her
solitude, that the other could not refuse: and dispatching her woman to
the house where she lodged, to inform them of her stay at the castle,
would have dispensed with her coming again to attend her, had not
Arabella insisted upon the contrary.

The reserve which the daughter-in-law of the Duke of ---- still
continued to maintain, notwithstanding the repeated expressions of
friendship Arabella used to her, increased her curiosity to know her
adventures, which she was extremely surprised she had never offered to
relate; but attributing her silence upon this head to her modesty, she
was resolved, as was the custom in those cases, to oblige her woman,
who, she presumed, was her confidante, to relate her lady's history to
her; and sending for this person one day, when she was alone, to attend
her in her closet, she gave orders to her women, if the fair stranger
came to enquire for her, to say she was then busy, but would wait on
her as soon as possible.

After this caution, she ordered Mrs. Morris to be admitted; and,
obliging her to sit down, told her she sent for her in order to hear
from her the history of her lady's life, which she was extremely
desirous of knowing.

Mrs. Morris, who was a person of sense, and had seen the world, was
extremely surprised at this request of Arabella, which was quite
contrary to the laws of good-breeding; and, as she thought, betrayed a
great deal of impertinent curiosity: she could not tell how to account
for the free manner in which she desired her to give up her lady's
secrets, which, indeed, were not of a nature to be told; and appeared
so much confused, that Arabella took notice of it; and supposing it
was her bashfulness which caused her embarrassment, she endeavoured to
reassure her by the most affable behaviour imaginable.

Mrs. Morris, who was not capable of much fidelity for her lady, being
but lately taken into her service, and not extremely fond of her,
thought she had now a fine opportunity of recommending herself to
Arabella, by telling her all she knew of Miss Groves, for that was her
name; and therefore told her, since she was pleased to command it, she
would give her what account she was able of her lady; but entreated
her to be secret, because it was of great consequence to her, that her
affairs should not be known.

I always imagined, said Arabella, that your beautiful mistress had some
particular reason for not making herself known, and for coming in this
private manner into this part of the country: you may assure yourself
therefore, that I will protect her as far as I am able, and offer her
all the assistance in my power to give her: therefore you may acquaint
me with her adventures, without being apprehensive of a discovery that
would be prejudicial to her.

Mrs. Morris, who had been much better pleased with the assurances of
a reward for the intelligence she was going to give her, looked a
little foolish at these fine promises, in which she had no share; and
Arabella, supposing she was endeavouring to recollect all the passages
of her lady's life, told her she need not give herself the trouble
to acquaint her with any thing that passed during the infancy of her
lady, but proceed to acquaint her with matters of greater importance:
And since, said she, you have, no doubt, been most favoured with her
confidence, you will do me a pleasure to describe to me, exactly, all
the thoughts of her soul, as she has communicated them to you, that I
may the better comprehend her history.

Chapter V.

_The history of Miss Groves, interspersed with some very curious
observations._

Though, madam, said Mrs. Morris, I have not been long in Miss Groves's
service, yet I know a great many things by means of her former woman,
who told them to me, though my lady thinks I am ignorant of them; and I
know that this is her second trip into the country.

Pray, interrupted Arabella, do me the favour to relate things
methodically: of what use is it to me to know that this is your lady's
second trip, as you call it, into the country, if I know not the
occasion of it? Therefore begin with informing me, who were the parents
of this admirable young person.

Her father, madam, said Mrs. Morris, was a merchant; and, at his death,
left her a large fortune, and so considerable a jointure to his wife,
that the Duke of ----, being then a widower, was tempted to make his
addresses to her. Mrs. Groves was one of the proudest women in the
world; and, this offer flattering her ambition more than ever she had
reason to expect, she married the duke after a very short courtship;
and carried Miss Groves down with her to ----, where the Duke had a
fine seat, and where she was received by his grace's daughters, who
were much about her own age, with great civility. Miss Groves, madam,
was then about twelve years old, and was educated with the duke's
daughters, who in a little time became quite disgusted with their new
sister; for Miss Groves, who inherited her mother's pride, though not
her understanding, in all things affected an equality with those young
ladies, who, conscious of the superiority of their birth, could but ill
bear with her insolence and presumption. As they grew older, difference
of their inclinations caused perpetual quarrels amongst them; for
his grace's daughters were serious, reserved, and pious. Miss Groves
affected noisy mirth, was a great romp, and delighted in masculine
exercises.

The duchess was often reflected on for suffering her daughter, without
any other company than two or three servants, to spend great part of
the day in riding about the country, leaping over hedges and ditches,
exposing her fair face to the injuries of the sun and wind; and, by
those coarse exercises, contracting a masculine and robust air not
becoming her sex and tender years: yet she could not be prevailed
upon to restrain her from this diversion, till it was reported, she
had listened to the addresses of a young sportsman, who used to mix
in her train when she went upon those rambles, and procured frequent
opportunities of conversing with her.

There is a great difference, interrupted Arabella, in suffering
addresses, and being betrayed into an involuntary hearing of them, and
this last, I conceive to have been the case of your lady; for it is not
very probable she would so far forget what she owed to her own glory,
as to be induced to listen quietly to discourses like those you mention.

However, madam, resumed Mrs. Morris, the duchess thought it necessary
to keep her more at home; but even here she was not without meeting
adventures, and found a lover in the person who taught her to write.

That, indeed, was a very notable adventure, said Arabella; but it is
not strange that love should produce such metamorphoses: it is not very
long ago that I heard of a man of quality who disguised himself in a
poor habit, and worked in the gardens of a certain nobleman, whose
daughter he was enamoured with: these things happen every day.

The person I speak of, madam, said Mrs. Morris, was never discovered to
be any thing better than a writing-master; and yet, for all that, Miss
was _smitten_ with his fine person, and was taking measures to run away
with him, when the intrigue was discovered, the lover dismissed, and
the young lady, whose faulty conduct had drawn upon her her mother's
dislike, was sent up to London, and allowed to be her own mistress
at sixteen; to which unpardonable neglect of her mother she owes the
misfortunes that have since befallen her.

Whatever may be the common opinion of this matter, interrupted Arabella
again, I am persuaded the writing-master, as you call him, was some
person of quality, who made use of that device to get access to his
beautiful mistress. Love is ingenious in artifices: who would have
thought, that, under the name of Alcippus, a simple attendant of the
fair Artemisa, princess of Armenia, the gallant Alexander, son of the
great and unfortunate Antony, by Queen Cleopatra, was concealed, who
took upon himself that mean condition for the sake of seeing his adored
princess? Yet the contrivance of Orontes, prince of the Massagetes,
was far more ingenious, and even dangerous; for this valiant and young
prince happening to see the picture of the beautiful Thalestris,
daughter of the queen of the Amazons, he fell passionately in love
with her; and, knowing that the entrance into that country was forbid
to men, he dressed himself in women's apparel; and, finding means
to be introduced to the queen and her fair daughter, whose amity he
gained by some very singular services in the wars, he lived several
years undiscovered in their court. I see, therefore, no reason to
the contrary, but that this writing-master might have been some
illustrious person, whom love had disguised; and I am persuaded, added
she, smiling, that I shall hear more of him anon, in a very different
character.

Indeed, madam, said Mrs. Morris, whom this speech of Arabella had
extremely surprised, I never heard any thing more about him than what
I have related; and, for what I know, he continues still to teach
writing; for I don't suppose the duchess's displeasure could affect him.

How is it possible, said Arabella, that you can suppose such an offence
to probability? In my opinion, it is much more likely that this
unfortunate lover is dead through despair; or, perhaps, wandering over
the world in search of that fair-one who was snatched from his hopes.

If it was his design to seek for her, madam, resumed Mrs. Morris, he
need not have gone far, since she was only sent to London, whither he
might easily have followed her.

There is no accounting for these things, said Arabella: perhaps he
has been imposed upon, and made to believe, that it was she herself
that banished him from her presence: it is probable too, that he was
jealous, and thought she preferred some one of his rivals to him.
Jealousy is inseparable from true love; and the slightest matters
imaginable will occasion it: and what is still more wonderful, this
passion creates the greatest disorders in the most sensible and
delicate hearts. Never was there a more refined and faithful passion
than that of the renowned Artamenes for Mandana; and yet this prince
was driven almost to distraction by a smile, which he fancied he saw
in the face of his divine mistress, at a time when she had some reason
to believe he was dead; and he was so transported with grief and rage,
that though he was a prisoner in his enemy's camp, where the knowledge
of his quality would have procured him certain death, yet he determined
to hazard all things for the sake of presenting himself before Mandana,
and upbraiding her with her infidelity; when, in reality, nothing was
farther from the thoughts of that fair and virtuous princess, than the
lightness he accused her of: so that, as I said before, it is not at
all to be wondered at, if this disguised lover of your lady was driven
to despair by suspicions as groundless, perhaps, as those of Artamenes,
yet not the less cruel and tormenting.

Mrs. Morris, finding Arabella held her peace at these words, went on
with her history in this manner:--Miss Groves, madam, being directed by
her woman in all things, took up her lodgings in her father's house,
who was a broken tradesman, and obliged to keep himself concealed for
fear of his creditors: here she formed her equipage, which consisted
of a chair, one footman, a cook, and her woman. As she was indulged
with the command of what money she pleased, her extravagance was
boundless: she lavished away large sums at gaming, which was her
favourite diversion; kept such a number of different animals for
favourites, that their maintenance amounted to a considerable sum every
year. Her woman's whole family were supported at her expense; and, as
she frequented all public places, and surpassed ladies of the first
quality in finery, her dress alone consumed great part of her income.
I need not tell you, madam, that my lady was a celebrated beauty: you
have yourself been pleased to say, that she is very handsome. When
she first appeared at court, her beauty, and the uncommon dignity
of her person, at such early years, made her the object of general
admiration. The king was particularly struck with her; and declared to
those about him, that Miss Groves was the finest woman at court. The
ladies, however, found means to explain away all that was flattering
in this distinction: they said, Miss Groves was clumsy; and it was
her resemblance to the _unwieldy_ German ladies that made her so much
admired by his majesty. Her pride, and the quality-airs she affected,
were the subject of great ridicule to those that envied her charms:
some censures were maliciously cast on her birth; for, as she was
always styled the Duchess of ----'s daughter, a custom she introduced
herself, she seemed to disclaim all title to a legal father. Miss
Groves, as universally admired as she was, yet made but very few
particular conquests. Her fortune was known to be very considerable,
and her mother's jointure was to descend to her after her death: yet
there was no gentleman who would venture upon a wife of Miss Groves's
taste for expense, as very few estates, _to which she could pretend_,
would support her extravagance. The Honourable Mr. L----, brother to
the Earl of ----, was the only one amidst a crowd of admirers, who made
any particular address to her. This gentleman was tolerably handsome,
and had the art of making himself agreeable to the ladies, by a certain
air of softness and tenderness, which never failed to make some
impression upon those he desired to deceive.

Miss Groves was ravished with her conquest, and boasted of it so
openly, that people who were acquainted with this gentleman's
character, foreseeing her fate, could not help pitying her.

A very few months' courtship completed the ruin of poor Miss Groves:
she fell a sacrifice to oaths which had been often prostituted for
the same inhuman purposes; and became so fond of her betrayer, that
it was with great difficulty he could persuade her not to give him,
even in public, the most ridiculous proofs of her _tenderness_. Her
woman pretends that she was ignorant of this intrigue, till Miss Groves
growing big with child, it could no longer be concealed; it was at
length agreed she should lie-in at her own lodgings, to prevent any
suspicions from her retreating into the country; but that scheme was
over-ruled by her woman's mother, who advised her to conceal herself in
some village, not far from town, till the affair was over.

Miss Groves approved of this second proposal, but took advantage of
her shape, which, being far from delicate, would not easily discover
any growing bigness, to stay in town as long as she possibly could.
When her removal was necessary, she went to the lodgings provided for
her, a few miles distant from London: and, notwithstanding the excuses
which were framed for this sudden absence, the true cause was more than
suspected by some busy people, who industriously enquired into her
affairs.

Mr. L---- saw her but seldom during her illness: the fear of being
discovered was his pretence: but her friends easily saw through this
disguise, and were persuaded Miss Groves was waning in his affections.

As she had a very strong constitution, she returned to town at the end
of three weeks: the child was dead, and she looked handsomer than ever.
Mr. L---- continued his visits; and the town to make remarks of them.
All this time the duchess never troubled herself about the conduct of
this unfortunate young creature; and the people she was with had not
the goodness to give her any hint of her misconduct, and the waste of
her fortune: on the contrary, they almost turned her head with their
flatteries, preyed upon her fortune, and winked at her irregularities.

She was now a second time with child: her character was pretty severely
handled by her enemies: Mr. L---- began openly to slight her: and she
was several thousand pounds in debt. The mother and sisters of her
woman, in whose house she still was, were base enough to whisper the
fault she had been guilty of to all their acquaintances. Her story
became generally known: she was shunned and neglected by every body;
and even Mr. L----, who had been the cause of her ruin, entirely
abandoned her, and boasted openly of the favours he had received from
her.

Miss Groves protested to her friends, that he had promised her
marriage; but Mr. L---- constantly denied it; and never scrupled to
say, when he was questioned about it, that he found Miss Groves too
easy a conquest to make any perjury necessary. Her tenderness, however,
for this base man was so great, that she never could bear to hear him
railed at in her presence; but would quarrel with the only friends
she had left, if they said any thing to his disadvantage. As she
was now pretty far advanced with child, she would have retired into
the country; but the bad condition of her affairs made her removal
impossible: in this extremity she had recourse to her uncle, a rich
merchant in the city, who, having taken all the necessary precautions
for his own security, paid Miss Groves's debts, carrying on, in her
name, a law-suit with the duchess, for some lands which were to be put
into her hands when she was of age, and which that great lady detained.
Miss Groves, being reduced to live upon something less than an hundred
a year, quitted London, and came into this part of the country, where
she was received by Mrs. Barnet, one of her woman's sisters, who is
married to a country gentleman of some fortune. In her house she lay-in
of a girl, which Mr. L---- sent to demand, and will not be persuaded to
inform her how, or in what manner, he has disposed of the child.

Her former woman leaving her, I was received in her place, from
whom I learnt all these particulars: and Miss Groves having gained
the affections of Mr. Barnet's brother, her beauty, and the large
fortune which she has in reversion, has induced him, notwithstanding
the knowledge of her past unhappy conduct, to marry her. But their
marriage is yet a secret, Miss Groves being apprehensive of her uncle's
displeasure for not consulting him in her choice.

Her husband is gone to London, with an intention to acquaint him with
it; and, when he returns, their marriage will be publicly owned.

Chapter VI.

_Containing what a judicious reader will hardly approve._

Mrs. Morris ending her narration, Arabella, who had not been able to
restrain her tears at some parts of it, thanked her for the trouble she
had been at; and assured her of her secrecy. Your lady's case, said
she, is much to be lamented; and greatly resembles the unfortunate
Cleopatra's, whom Julius Cæsar privately marrying, with a promise to
own her for his wife, when he should be peaceable master of the Roman
Empire, left that great queen big with child: and, never intending to
perform his promise, suffered her to be exposed to the censures the
world has so freely cast upon her; and which she so little deserved.

Mrs. Morris, seeing the favourable light in which Arabella viewed
the actions of her _lady_, did not think proper to say any thing to
undeceive her; but went out of the closet, not a little mortified at
her disappointment: for she saw she was likely to receive nothing for
betraying her lady's secrets, from Arabella: who seemed so little
sensible of the pleasure of scandal, as to be wholly ignorant of its
nature; and not to know it when it was told her.

Miss Groves, who was just come to Lady Bella's chamber-door, to enquire
for her, was surprised to see her woman come out of it; and who, upon
meeting her, expressed great confusion. As she was going to ask her
some questions concerning her business there, Arabella came out of her
closet; and, seeing Miss Groves in her chamber, asked her pardon for
staying so long from her.

I have been listening to your history, said she, with great frankness,
which your woman has been relating: and I assure you I am extremely
sensible of your misfortunes.

Miss Groves, at these words, blushed with extreme confusion; and Mrs.
Morris turned pale with astonishment and fear. Arabella, not sensible
that she had been guilty of any indiscretion, proceeded to make
reflections upon some part of her story; which, though they were not
at all disadvantageous to that young lady, she received as so many
insults: and asked Lady Bella, if she was not ashamed to tamper with a
servant to betray the secrets of her mistress?

Arabella, a little surprised at so rude a question, answered, however,
with great sweetness; and protested to her, that she would make no ill
use of what she had learned of her affairs: For, in fine, madam, said
she, do you think I am less fit to be trusted with your secrets, than
the princess of the Leontines was with those of Clelia; between whom
there was no greater amity and acquaintance than with us? And you must
certainly know, that the secrets which that admirable person entrusted
with Lysimena, were of a nature to be more dangerous, if revealed,
than yours. The happiness of Clelia depended upon Lysimena's fidelity:
and the liberty, nay, haply, the life, of Aronces, would have been in
danger, if she had betrayed them. Though I do not intend to arrogate
to myself the possession of those admirable qualities which adorned
the princess of the Leontines, yet I will not yield to her, or any one
else, in generosity and fidelity: and if you will be pleased to repose
as much confidence in me, as those illustrious lovers did in her, you
shall be convinced I will labour as earnestly for your interest, as
that fair princess did for those of Aronces and Clelia.

Miss Groves was so busied in reflecting upon the baseness of her woman
in exposing her, that she heard not a word of this fine harangue (at
which Mrs. Morris, notwithstanding the cause she had for uneasiness,
could hardly help laughing); but, assuming some of that haughtiness in
her looks, for which she used to be remarkable, she told Lady Bella,
that she imputed her impertinent curiosity to her country ignorance,
and ill-breeding; and she did not doubt but she would be served in her
own _kind_, and meet with as bad fortune as she had done; and, perhaps,
deserve it _worse_ than she did; for there are more false men in the
world besides Mr. L----; and she was no handsomer than other people.

Saying this, she flung out of the room, her woman following, leaving
Arabella in such confusion at a behaviour of which she had never before
had an idea, that for some moments she remained immoveable.

Recollecting herself, at last, and conceiving that civility required
she should endeavour to appease this incensed lady, she went down
stairs after her; and, stopping her just as she was going out of the
house, entreated her to be calm, and suffer her to vindicate herself
from the imputation of being impertinently curious to know her affairs.

Miss Groves, quite transported with shame and anger, refused absolutely
to stay.

At least, madam, said Arabella, stay till my coach can be got ready;
and don't think of walking home, so slightly attended.

This offer was as sullenly answered as the other: and Arabella, finding
she was determined to venture home, with no other guard than her woman,
who silently followed her, ordered two of her footmen to attend her at
a small distance; and to defend her, if there should be occasion.

For who knows, said she to Lucy, what accident may happen? Some one or
other of her insolent lovers may take this opportunity to carry her
away; and I should never forgive myself for being the cause of such a
misfortune to her.

Mrs. Morris having found it easy to reconcile herself to her lady, by
assuring her, that Lady Bella was acquainted with great part of her
story before; and that what she told her, tended only to justify her
conduct, as she might have been convinced by what Lady Bella said; they
both went home with a resolution to say nothing of what had passed,
with relation to the cause of the disgust Miss Groves had received; but
only said, in general, that Lady Bella was the most ridiculous creature
in the world; and was so totally ignorant of good breeding, that it was
impossible to converse with her.

Chapter VII.

_Which treats of the Olympic Games._

While Arabella was ruminating on the unaccountable behaviour of her new
acquaintance, she received a letter from her uncle, informing her (for
she had expressly forbid Mr. Glanville to write to her), that his son
and daughter intended to set out for her seat in a few days.

This news was received with great satisfaction by Arabella, who hoped
to find an agreeable companion in her cousin; and was not so insensible
of Mr. Glanville's merit, as not to feel some kind of pleasure at the
thought of seeing him again.

This letter was soon followed by the arrival of Mr. Glanville and his
sister; who, upon the sight of Arabella, discovered some appearance
of astonishment and chagrin; for, notwithstanding all her brother had
told her of her accomplishments, she could not conceive it possible for
a young lady, bred up in the country, to be so perfectly elegant and
genteel as she found her cousin.

As Miss Charlotte had a large share of coquetry in her composition, and
was fond of beauty in none of her own sex but herself, she was sorry to
see Lady Bella possessed of so great a share; and, being in hopes her
brother had drawn a flattering figure of her cousin, she was extremely
disappointed at finding the original so handsome.

Arabella, on the contrary, was highly pleased with Miss Glanville; and,
finding her person very agreeable, did not fail to commend her beauty:
a sort of complaisance mightily in use among the heroines, who knew not
what envy or emulation meant.

Miss Glanville received her praises with great politeness, but could
not find in her heart to return them: and, as soon as these compliments
were over, Mr. Glanville told Lady Bella how tedious he had found the
short absence she had forced him to, and how great was his satisfaction
at seeing her again.

I shall not dispute the truth of your last assertion, replied Arabella,
smiling, since I verily believe you are mighty well satisfied at
present; but I know not how you will make it appear that an absence,
which you allow to be short, has seemed so tedious to you; for this is
a manifest contradiction. However, pursued she, preventing his reply,
you look so well, and so much at ease, that I am apt to believe absence
has agreed very well with you.

And yet I assure you, madam, said Mr. Glanville, interrupting her, that
I have suffered more uneasiness during this absence, than I fear you
will permit me to tell you.

Since, replied Arabella, that uneasiness has neither made you thinner,
nor paler, I don't think you ought to be pitied: for, to say the truth,
in these sort of matters, a person's bare testimony has but little
weight.

Mr. Glanville was going to make her some answer; when Miss Glanville,
who, while they had been speaking, was adjusting her dress at the
glass, came up to them, and made the conversation more general.

After dinner, they adjourned to the gardens, where the gay Miss
Glanville, running eagerly from one walk to another, gave her brother
as many opportunities of talking to Lady Bella as he could wish.
However, he stood in such awe of her, and dreaded so much another
banishment, that he did not dare, otherwise than by distant hints,
to mention his passion; and Arabella, well enough pleased with a
respect that in some measure came up to her expectation, discovered
no resentment at insinuations she was at liberty to dissemble the
knowledge of; and if he could not, by her behaviour, flatter himself
with any great hopes, yet he found as little reason, in Arabella's
language, to despair.

Miss Glanville, at the end of a few weeks, was so tired of the
magnificent solitude she lived in, that she heartily repented her
journey; and insinuated to her brother her inclination to return to
town.

Mr. Glanville, knowing his stay was regulated by his sister's,
entreated her not to expose him to the mortification of leaving
Arabella so soon; and promised her he would contrive some amusements
for her, which should make her relish the country better than she had
yet done.

Accordingly, he proposed to Arabella to go to the races, which were to
be held at ----, a few miles from the castle. She would have excused
herself, upon account of her mourning; but Miss Glanville discovered
so great an inclination to be present at this diversion, that Arabella
could no longer refuse to accompany her.

Since, said she to Miss Glanville, you are fond of public diversions,
it happens very luckily, that these races are to be held at the time
you are here. I never heard of them before, and I presume it is a good
many years since they were last celebrated. Pray, sir, pursued she,
turning to Glanville, do not these races, in some degree, resemble the
Olympic games? Do the candidates ride in chariots?

No, madam, replied Glanville; the jockeys are mounted upon the fleetest
coursers they can procure; and he who first reaches the goal obtains
the prize.

And who is the fair lady that is to bestow it? resumed Arabella. I dare
engage one of her lovers will enter the lists; she will, doubtless,
be in no less anxiety than he; and the shame of being overcome will
hardly affect him with more concern than herself; that is, provided he
be so happy as to have gained her affections. I cannot help thinking
the fair Elismonda was extremely happy in this particular: for she had
the satisfaction to see her secret admirer victor in all the exercises
at the Olympic games, and carry away the prize from many princes and
persons of rare quality, who were candidates with him; and he had also
the glory to receive three crowns in one day, from the hands of his
adored princess; who, questionless, bestowed them upon him with an
infinite deal of joy.

What sort of races were these, madam? said Miss Glanville; whose
reading had been very confined.

The Olympic games, miss, said Arabella, so called from Olympia, a city
near which they were performed, in the plains of Elis, consisted of
foot and chariot-races; combats with the cestus; wrestling, and other
sports. They were instituted in honour of the gods and heroes; and were
therefore termed sacred, and were considered as a part of religion.

They were a kind of school, or military apprenticeship; in which
the courage of the youth found constant employment: and the reason
why victory in those games was attended with such extraordinary
applause, was, that their minds might be quickened with great and
noble prospects, when, in this image of war, they arrived to a pitch
of glory, approaching, in some respects, to that of the most famous
conquerors. They thought this sort of triumph one of the greatest parts
of happiness of which human nature was capable: so that when Diagoras
had seen his sons crowned in the Olympic games, one of his friends made
him this compliment: "Now, Diagoras, you may die satisfied; since you
can't be a god." It would tire you, perhaps, was I to describe all the
exercises performed there: but you may form a general notion of them,
from what you have doubtless read of justs and tournaments.

Really, said Miss Glanville, I never read about any such things.

No! replied Arabella, surprised. Well, then, I must tell you, that they
hold a middle place, between a diversion and a combat; but the Olympic
games were attended with a much greater pomp and variety: and not only
all Greece, but other neighbouring nations, were in a manner drained,
to furnish out the appearance.

Well, for my part, said Miss Glanville, I never before heard of these
sort of races. Those I have been at were quite different. I know the
prizes and bets are sometimes very considerable.

And, doubtless, interrupted Arabella, there are a great many heroes who
signalize themselves at these races; not for the sake of the prize,
which would be unworthy of great souls, but to satisfy that burning
desire of glory, which spurs them on to every occasion of gaining it.

As for the heroes, or jockeys, said Miss Glanville, call them what you
please, I believe they have very little share, either of the profit or
glory: for their masters have the one, and the horses the other.

Their masters! interrupted Arabella: what, I suppose a great many
foreign princes send their favourites to combat, in their name?
I remember to have read, that Alcibiades triumphed three times
successively at the Olympic games, by means of one of his domestics,
who, in his master's name, entered the lists.

Mr. Glanville, fearing his sister would make some absurd answer, and
thereby disoblige his cousin, took up the discourse: and, turning it
upon the Grecian history, engrossed her conversation for two hours,
wholly to himself; while Miss Glanville (to whom all they said was
quite unintelligible) diverted herself with humming a tune, and
tinkling her cousin's harpsichord; which proved no interruption to the
more rational entertainment of her brother and Arabella.

Chapter VIII.

_Which concludes with an excellent moral sentence._

The day being come on which they designed to be present at the races
(or, as Arabella called them, the games), Miss Glanville, having spent
four long hours in dressing herself to the greatest advantage, in
order, if possible, to eclipse her lovely cousin, whose mourning, being
much deeper, was less capable of ornaments, came into her chamber; and,
finding her still in her morning dress, For Heaven's sake, Lady Bella,
said she, when do you purpose to be ready? Why it is almost time to be
gone, my brother says, and here you are not a bit dressed!

Don't be uneasy, said Arabella, smiling; and, going to her toilet, I
shan't make you wait long.

Miss Glanville, seating herself near the table, resolved to be present
while her cousin was dressing, that she might have an opportunity to
make some remarks to her disadvantage: but she was extremely mortified
to observe the haste and negligence she made her women use in this
important employment; and that, notwithstanding her indifference,
nothing could appear more lovely and genteel.

Miss Glanville, however, pleased herself with the certainty of seeing
her cousin's dress extremely ridiculed, for the peculiar fashion of
her gown; and the veil, which, as becoming as it was, would, by its
novelty, occasion great diversion among the ladies, helped to comfort
her for the superiority of her charms; which, partial as she was to her
own, she could not help secretly confessing.

Arabella being dressed in much less time than her cousin, Mr. Glanville
was admitted, who led her down stairs to her coach. His sister
(secretly repining at the advantage Arabella had over her, in having so
respectful an adorer) followed; and, being placed in the coach, they
set out with great appearance of good-humour on all sides.

They got to ---- but just time enough to see the beginning of the
first course. Arabella, who fancied the jockeys were persons of great
distinction, soon became interested in the fate of one of them, whose
appearance pleased her more than the others. Accordingly, she made vows
for his success, and appeared so extremely rejoiced at the advantage
he had gained, that Miss Glanville maliciously told her, people would
make remarks at the joy she expressed, and fancy she had a more than
ordinary interest in that jockey, who had first reached the goal.

Mr. Glanville, whom this impertinent insinuation of his sister had
filled with confusion and spite, sat biting his lips, trembling for
the effect it would produce in Arabella: but she, giving quite another
turn to her cousin's words, I assure you, said she, with a smile, I am
not any farther interested in the fate of this person, who has hitherto
been successful, than what the handsomeness of his garb, and the
superiority of his skill, may demand from an unprejudiced spectator:
and though I perceive you imagine he is some concealed lover of mine,
yet I don't remember to have ever seen him; and I am confident it is
not for my sake that he entered the lists; nor is it my presence which
animates him.

Lord bless me, madam! replied Miss Glanville, who would ever think of
such strange things as these you talk of? Nobody will pretend to deny
that you are very handsome, to be sure; but yet, thank Heaven, the
sight of you is not so dangerous, but that such sort of people as these
are may escape your chains.

Arabella was so wholly taken up with the event of the races, that she
gave but very little heed to this sarcastic answer of Miss Glanville;
whose brother, taking advantage of an opportunity which Arabella
gave him by putting her head quite out of the coach, chid her very
severely for the liberty she took with her cousin. Arabella, by looking
earnestly out of the window, had given so full a view of her fine
person to a young baronet, who was not many paces from the coach, that,
being struck with admiration at the sight of so lovely a creature, he
was going up to some of her attendants to ask who she was, when he
perceived Mr. Glanville, with whom he was intimately acquainted, in
the coach with her: immediately he made himself known to his friend,
being excessively rejoiced at having got an opportunity of beginning an
acquaintance with a lady whose sight had so charmed him.

Mr. Glanville, who had observed the profound bow he made to Arabella,
accompanied with a glance that showed an extreme admiration of her,
was very little pleased at this meeting; yet he dissembled his
thoughts well enough in his reception of him. But Miss Glanville was
quite overjoyed, hoping she would now have her turn of gallantry
and compliment: therefore, accosting him in her free manner, Dear
Sir George, said she, you come in a lucky time to brighten up the
conversation: relations are such dull company for one another, it is
half a minute since we have exchanged a word.

My cousin, said Arabella smiling, has so strange a disposition for
mirth, that she thinks all her moments are lost, in which she finds
nothing to laugh at: for my part, I do so earnestly long to know, to
which of these pretenders fortune will give the victory, that I can
suffer my cares for them to receive no interruption from my cousin's
agreeable gaiety.

Mr. Glanville, observing the baronet gazed upon Arabella earnestly
while she was speaking those few words, resolved to hinder him from
making any reply, by asking him several questions concerning the
racers, their owners, and the bets which were laid; to which Arabella
added, And pray, sir, said she, do me the favour to tell me, if you
know who that gallant man is, who has already won the first course.

I don't know really, madam, said Sir George, what his name is,
extremely surprised at her manner of asking.

The jockey had now gained the goal a second time; and Arabella could
not conceal her satisfaction. Questionless, said she, he is a very
extraordinary person; but I am afraid we shall not have the pleasure
of knowing who he is; for if he has any reason for keeping himself
concealed, he will evade any enquiries after him, by slipping out of
the lists while this hurry and tumult lasts, as Hortensius did at the
Olympic games; yet, notwithstanding all his care, he was discovered by
being obliged to fight a single combat with one of the persons whom he
had worsted at those games.

Mr. Glanville, who saw his sister, by her little coquetries with Sir
George, had prevented him from hearing great part of this odd speech,
proposed returning to the castle, to which Arabella agreed; but
conceiving civility obliged her to offer the convenience of a lodging
to a stranger of Sir George's appearance, and who was an acquaintance
of her cousin's, You must permit me, said she to Mr. Glanville, to
entreat your noble friend will accompany us to the castle, where he
will meet with better accommodations than at any inn he can find; for
I conceive, that coming only to be a spectator of these games, he is
wholly unprovided with a lodging.

The baronet, surprised at so uncommon a civility, was at a loss what
answer to make her at first; but recollecting himself, he told her that
he would, if she pleased, do himself the honour to attend her home;
but, as his house was at no great distance from ----, he would be put
to no inconveniency for a lodging.

Miss Glanville, who was not willing to part so soon with the baronet,
insisted, with her cousin's leave, upon his coming into the coach;
which he accordingly did, giving his horse to the care of his servant;
and they proceeded together to the castle; Arabella still continuing to
talk of the games, as she called them, while poor Glanville, who was
excessively confused, endeavoured to change the discourse, not without
an apprehension, that every subject he could think of would afford
Arabella an occasion of showing her foible; which, notwithstanding the
pain it gave him, could not lessen the love he felt for her.

Sir George, whose admiration of Lady Bella increased the longer he saw
her, was extremely pleased with the opportunity she had given him of
cultivating an acquaintance with her: he therefore lengthened out his
visit, in hopes of being able to say some fine things to her before he
went away; but Miss Glanville, who strove by all the little arts she
was mistress of, to engage his conversation wholly to herself, put it
absolutely out of his power; so that he was obliged to take his leave
without having the satisfaction of even pressing the fair hand of
Arabella, so closely was he observed by her cousin. Happy was it for
him, that he was prevented by her vigilance from attempting a piece of
gallantry which would undoubtedly have procured him a banishment from
her presence; but, ignorant how kind fortune was to him in baulking his
designs, he was ungrateful enough to go away in a mighty ill humour
with this fickle goddess: so little capable are poor mortals of knowing
what is best for them!

Chapter IX.

_Containing some curious anecdotes._

Lady Bella, from the familiarity with which Miss Glanville treated this
gay gentleman, concluding him her lover, and one who was apparently
well received by her, had a strong curiosity to know her adventures;
and as they were walking the next morning in the garden, she told her,
that she thought it was very strange they had hitherto observed such a
reserve to each other, as to banish mutual trust and confidence from
their conversation. Whence comes it, cousin, added she, being so young
and lovely as you are, that you, questionless, have been engaged in
many adventures, you have never reposed trust enough in me to favour me
with a recital of them?

Engaged in many adventures, madam! returned Miss Glanville, not liking
the phrase: I believe I have been engaged in as few as your ladyship.

You are too obliging, returned Arabella, who mistook what she said for
a compliment; for since you have more beauty than I, and have also had
more opportunities of making yourself beloved, questionless you have a
greater number of admirers.

As for admirers, said Miss Charlotte bridling, I fancy I have had my
share! Thank God, I never found myself neglected; but, I assure you,
madam, I have had no adventures, as you call them, with any of them.

No, really! interrupted Arabella, innocently.

No, really, madam, retorted Miss Glanville; and I am surprised you
should think so.

Indeed, my dear, said Arabella, you are very happy in this respect, and
also very singular; for I believe there are few young ladies in the
world, who have any pretensions to beauty, that have not given rise to
a great many adventures; and some of them haply very fatal.

If you knew more of the world, Lady Bella, said Miss Glanville pertly,
you would not be so apt to think, that young ladies engage themselves
in troublesome adventures. Truly the ladies that are brought up in town
are not so ready to run away with every man they see.

No, certainly, interrupted Arabella; they do not give their consent
to such proceedings; but for all that, they are doubtless run away
with many times; for truly there are some men, whose passions are so
unbridled, that they will have recourse to the most violent methods to
possess themselves of the objects they love. Pray do you remember how
often Mandana was run away with?

Not I indeed, madam, replied Miss Glanville; I know nothing about her;
but I suppose she is a Jew, by her outlandish name.

She was no Jew, said Arabella, though she favoured that people very
much; for she obtained the liberty of great numbers of them from Cyrus,
who had taken them captives, and could deny her nothing she asked.

Well, said Miss Glanville; and I suppose she denied _him_ nothing he
asked; and so they were even.

Indeed but she did though, resumed Arabella; for she refused to give
him a glorious scarf which she wore, though he begged it on his knees.

And she was very much in the right, said Miss Glanville; for I see no
reason why a lover should expect a gift of any value from his mistress.

Doubtless, said Arabella, such a gift was worthy a million of services;
and had he obtained it, it would have been a glorious distinction for
him: however, Mandana refused it; and, severely virtuous as you are, I
am persuaded you can't help thinking, she was a little too rigorous in
denying a favour to a lover like him--

Severely virtuous, Lady Bella! said Miss Glanville, reddening with
anger. Pray what do you mean by that? Have you any reason to imagine, I
would grant any favour to a lover?

Why, if I did, cousin, said Arabella, would it derogate so much from
your glory, think you, to bestow a favour upon a lover worthy your
esteem, and from whom you had received a thousand marks of a most pure
and faithful passion, and also a great number of very singular services?

I hope, madam, said Miss Glanville, it will never be my fate to be so
much obliged to any lover, as to be under a necessity of granting him
favours in requital.

I vow, cousin, interrupted Arabella, you put me in mind of the fair and
virtuous Antonia, who was so rigid and austere, that she thought all
expressions of love were criminal; and was so far from granting any
person permission to love her, that she thought it a mortal offence to
be adored even in private.

Miss Glanville, who could not imagine Arabella spoke this seriously,
but that it was designed to sneer at her great eagerness to make
conquests, and the liberties she allowed herself in, which had probably
come to her knowledge, was so extremely vexed at the malicious jest, as
she thought it, that, not being able to revenge herself, she burst into
tears.

Arabella's good-nature made her greatly affected at this sight; and,
asking her pardon for having undesignedly occasioned her so much
uneasiness, begged her to be composed, and tell her in what she had
offended her, that she might to be able to justify herself in her
apprehensions.

You have made no scruple to own, madam, said she, that you think me
capable of granting favours to lovers, when, Heaven knows, I never
granted a kiss without a great deal of confusion.

And you had certainly much reason for confusion, said Arabella,
excessively surprised at such a confession: I assure you I never
injured you so much in my thoughts, as to suppose you ever granted a
favour of so criminal a nature.

Look you there now! said Miss Glanville, weeping more violently than
before. I knew what all your round-about speeches would come to. All
you have said in vindication of granting favours, was only to draw me
into a confession of what I have done: how ungenerous was that!

The favours I spoke of, madam, said Arabella, were quite of another
nature, than those it seems you have so liberally granted: such as
giving a scarf, a bracelet, or some such thing, to a lover, who had
haply sighed whole years in silence, and did not presume to declare
his passion, till he had lost best part of his blood in defence of the
fair-one he loved. It was when you maintained, that Mandana was in
the right to refuse her magnificent scarf to the illustrious Cyrus,
that I took upon me to oppose your rigidness; and so much mistaken
was I in your temper, that I foolishly compared you to the fair and
wise Antonia, whose severity was so remarkable; but really, by what
I understand from your own confession, your disposition resembles
that of the inconsiderate Julia, who would receive a declaration of
love without anger from any one; and was not over-shy, any more than
yourself, of granting favours almost as considerable as that you have
mentioned.

While Arabella was speaking, Miss Glanville, having dried up her tears,
sat silently swelling with rage, not knowing whether she should openly
avow her resentment for the injurious language her cousin had used to
her, by going away immediately, or, by making up the matter, appear
still to be her friend, that she might have the more opportunities of
revenging herself. The impetuosity of her temper made her most inclined
to the former; but the knowledge that Sir George was to stay yet some
months in the country, made her unwilling to leave a place, where she
might often see a man whose fine person had made some impression upon
her heart; and, not enduring to leave such a charming conquest to
Arabella, she resolved to suppress her resentment for the present; and
listened, without any appearance of discomposure, to a fine harangue
of her cousin upon the necessity of reserve, and distant behaviour, to
men who presumed to declare themselves lovers, enforcing her precepts
with examples drawn from all the romances she had ever read; at the end
of which she embraced her, and assured her, if she had said any thing
harsh, it proceeded from her great regard to her glory, of which she
ardently wished to see her as fond as herself.

Miss Glanville constrained herself to make a reply that might not
appear disagreeable: and they were upon these terms when Mr. Glanville
came up to them, and told Lady Bella Sir George had sent to entreat
their company at his house that day. But, added he, as I presume you
will not think proper to go, on account of your mourning, neither my
sister nor I will accept the invitation.

I dare say, interrupted Miss Glanville hastily, Lady Bella will not
expect such a needless piece of ceremony from us; and, if she don't
think proper to go, she won't confine _us_.

By no means, cousin, said Arabella, smiling; and being persuaded Sir
George makes the entertainment purely for your sake, it would not be
kind in me to deprive him of your company.

Mr. Glanville, being pleased to find his cousin discovered no
inclination to go, would have persuaded his sister not to leave Lady
Bella; but Miss Glanville looked so much displeased at his request,
that he was obliged to insist upon it no more; and both retiring to
dress, Lady Bella went up to her apartment, and betook herself to her
books, which supplied the place of all company to her.

Miss Glanville, having taken more than ordinary pains in dressing
herself, in order to appear charming in the eyes of Sir George, came in
to pay her compliments to Lady Bella before she went, not doubting but
she would be chagrined to see her look so well: but Lady Bella, on the
contrary, praised the clearness of her complexion, and the sparkling of
her eyes.

I question not, said she, but you will give fetters to more persons
than one to-day; but remember, I charge you, added she smiling, while
you are taking away the liberty of others, to have a special care of
your own.

Miss Glanville, who could not think it possible one woman could praise
another with any sincerity, cast a glance at the glass, fearing it was
rather because she looked but indifferently that her cousin was so
lavish in her praises; and while she was settling her features in a
mirror which every day represented a face infinitely more lovely than
her own, Mr. Glanville came in, who, after having very respectfully
taken leave of Lady Bella, led his sister to the coach.

Sir George, who was extremely mortified to find Lady Bella not in it,
handed Miss Glanville out with an air so reserved, that she rallied him
upon it; and gave her brother a very unpleasing emotion, by telling Sir
George she hoped Lady Bella's not coming along with them would not make
him bad company.

As he was too gallant to suffer an handsome young lady, who spread all
her attractions for him, to believe he regretted the absence of another
when she was present; he coquetted with her so much, that Mr. Glanville
was in hopes his sister would wholly engage him from Lady Bella.

Chapter X.

_In which our heroine is engaged in a very perilous adventure._

In the mean time, that solitary fair-one was alarmed by a fear of a
very unaccountable nature; for being in the evening in her closet, the
windows of which had a prospect of the gardens, she saw her illustrious
concealed lover, who went by the name of Edward, while he was in her
father's service, talking with great emotion to her house-steward,
who seemed earnestly to listen to some propositions he was making to
him. Her surprise at this sight was so great, that she had not power
to observe them any longer; but, seating herself in her chair, she had
just spirits enough to call Lucy to her assistance; who, extremely
frighted at the pale looks of her lady, gave her a smelling-bottle,
and was preparing to cut her lace, when Arabella, preventing her, told
her in a low voice, that she feared she should be betrayed into the
hands of an insolent lover, who was come to steal her away. Yes, added
she with great emotion, I have seen this presumptuous man holding a
conversation with one of my servants; and though I could not possibly,
at this distance, hear their discourse, yet the gestures they used in
speaking explained it too well to me; and I have reason to expect, I
shall suffer the same violence that many illustrious ladies have done
before me; and be carried away by force from my own house, as they were.

Alas! madam! said Lucy, terrified at this discourse, who is it that
intends to carry your ladyship away? Sure no robbers will attempt any
mischief at such a time as this!

Yes, Lucy, replied Arabella, with great gravity, the worst kind of
robbers; robbers who do not prey upon gold and jewels, but, what
is infinitely more precious, liberty and honour. Do you know that
person who called himself Edward, and worked in these gardens like a
common gardener, is now in the house, corrupting my servants; and,
questionless, preparing to force open my chamber, and carry me away?
And Heaven knows when I shall be delivered from his chains!

God forbid, said Lucy, sobbing, that ever such a lady should have such
hard hap! What crime, I wonder, can you be guilty of, to deserve to be
in chains?

My crime, resumed Arabella, is to have attractions which expose me to
these inevitable misfortunes, which even the greatest princesses have
not escaped.--But, dear Lucy, can you not think of some methods by
which I may avoid the evil which waits me? Who knows but that he may,
within these few moments, force a passage into my apartment? These
slight locks can make but a poor resistance to the violence he will be
capable of using.

Oh, dear madam! cried Lucy, trembling, and pressing near her, what
shall we do?

I asked your advice, said she; but I perceive you are less able than
myself to think of any thing to save me.--Ah! Glanville, pursued she,
sighing, would to Heaven thou wert here now!

Yes, madam, said Lucy, Mr. Glanville, I am sure, would not suffer any
one to hurt your ladyship.

As thou valuest my friendship, said Arabella, with great earnestness,
never acquaint him with what has just now escaped my lips. True, I
did call upon him in this perplexity; I did pronounce his name; and
that, haply, with a sigh, which involuntarily forced its way: and,
questionless, if he knew his good fortune, even amidst the danger
of losing me for ever, he would resent some emotions of joy: but I
should die with shame at having so indiscreetly contributed to his
satisfaction: and, therefore, again I charge you, conceal, with the
utmost care, what I have said.

Indeed, madam, said Lucy, I shall tell him nothing but what your
ladyship bids me; and I am so frighted, that I can think of nothing but
that terrible man, that wants to carry you away. Mercy on us! added
she, starting, I think I hear somebody on the stairs!

Do not be alarmed, said Arabella, in a majestic tone: it is I who have
most reason to fear: nevertheless, I hope the grandeur of my courage
will not sink under this accident. Hark, somebody knocks at the door of
my antechamber:--My own virtue shall support me:--Go, Lucy, and ask who
it is.

Indeed I can't, madam, said she, clinging to her. Pray pardon me:
indeed I am so afraid, I cannot stir.

Weak-souled wench! said Arabella, how unfit art thou for accidents like
these! Ah! had Cylenia and Martesia been like thee, the fair Berenice,
and the divine princess of Media, had not so eagerly entreated their
ravishers to afford them their company in their captivity! But go, I
order you, and ask who it is that is at the door of my apartment: they
knock again: offer at no excuses; but do your duty.

Lucy, seeing her lady was really angry, went trembling out of the
closet; but would go no farther than her bed-chamber, from whence she
called out to know who was at the door.

I have some business with your lady, said the house-steward (for it was
he that knocked): can I speak with her at present?

Lucy, a little reassured by his voice, made no answer; but, creeping
softly to the door of the antechamber, double locked it; and then cried
out in a transport, No, I will take care you shall not come to my lady.

And why, pray, Mrs. Lucy? said the steward: What have I done, that you
are so much my enemy?

You are a rogue, said Lucy, growing very courageous, because the door
was locked between them.

A rogue! said he: what reason have you for calling me a rogue? I assure
you I will acquaint my lady with your insolence. I came to speak to her
ladyship about Edward; who prayed me to intercede for him, that he may
be taken again into her service: for he says my lady never believed any
thing against him; and that was my business: but when I see her, I'll
know whether you are allowed to abuse me in this manner.

Arabella, by this time, was advanced as far as the bed-chamber, longing
to know what sort of conference Lucy was holding with her intended
ravisher; when that faithful confidante, seeing her, came running to
her, and whispered her, that the house-steward was at the door, and
said he wanted to intercede for Edward.

Ah! the traitor! said Arabella, retiring again: has he, then, really
bargained with that disloyal man, to deliver up his mistress? I am
undone, Lucy, said she, unless I can find a way to escape out of the
house. They will, questionless, soon force the doors of my apartment.

Suppose, said Lucy, your ladyship went down the stairs that lead from
your dressing-room into the garden; and you may hide yourself in the
gardener's house till Mr. Glanville come.

I approve, said Arabella, of one part of your proposal: but I shall
not trust myself in the gardener's house; who, questionless, is in the
plot with the rest of my perfidious servants, since none of them have
endeavoured to advertise me of my danger. If we can gain the gardens
undiscovered, we may get out by that door at the foot of the terrace,
which leads into the fields; for you know I always keep the key of that
private door: so, Lucy, let us commend ourselves to the direction of
Providence, and be gone immediately.

But what shall we do, madam, said Lucy, when we are got out?

Why, said Arabella, you shall conduct me to your brother's; and,
probably, we may meet with some generous cavalier by the way, who will
protect us till we get thither: however, as I have as great a danger
to fear within doors, as without, I will venture to make my escape,
though I should not be so fortunate as to meet with any knight who will
undertake to protect me from the danger which I may apprehend in the
fields.

Saying this, she gave the key of the door to Lucy, whose heart beat
violently with fear; and, covering herself with some black cypress,
which she wore in the nature of a veil, went softly down the little
staircase to the terrace, followed by Lucy (who looked eagerly about
her every step that she went); and, having gained the garden-door,
hastily unlocked it, and fled as fast as possible across the fields,
in order to procure a sanctuary at William's house; Arabella begging
Heaven to throw some generous cavalier in her way, whose protection she
might implore, and, taking every tree at a distance for a horse and
knight, hastened her steps to meet her approaching succour; which as
soon as she came near, miserably baulked her expectations.

Though William's farm was not more than two miles from the castle; yet
Arabella, unused to such a rude way of travelling, began to be greatly
fatigued: the fear she was in of being pursued by her apprehended
ravisher, had so violent an effect upon her spirits, that she was
hardly able to prosecute her flight; and to complete her misfortunes,
happening to stumble over a stump of a tree that lay in her way, she
strained her ancle; and the violent anguish she felt, threw her into a
swoon.

Lucy, upon whose arm she leaned, perceiving her fainting, screamed out
aloud, not knowing what to do with her in that condition: she placed
her upon the ground; and supporting her head against that fatal stump,
began to rub her temples, weeping excessively all the time. Her swoon
still continuing, the poor girl was in inconceivable terror: her
brother's house was now but a little way off; but it being impossible
for her to carry her lady thither without some help, she knew not what
to resolve upon.

At length, thinking it better to leave her for a few moments to run
for assistance, than to sit by her and see her perish for want of it,
she left her, though not without extreme agony; and flew, with the
utmost eagerness, to her brother's. She was lucky enough to meet him
just coming out of his door; and telling him the condition in which
she left her lady, he, without asking any questions about the occasion
of so strange an accident, notwithstanding his amazement, ran with all
speed to the place where Lucy had left her: but, to their astonishment
and sorrow, she was not to be found: they walked a long time in search
of her; and Lucy, being almost distracted with fear lest she had been
carried away, made complaints that so puzzled her brother he knew not
what to say to her: but finding their search fruitless, they agreed to
go home to the castle, supposing, with some appearance of reason, that
they might hear of her there.

Here they found nothing but grief and confusion. Mr. Glanville and his
sister were just returned, and had been at Lady Bella's apartment;
but, not finding her there, they asked her women where she was, who,
not knowing any thing of her flight, concluded she was in the garden
with Lucy. Mr. Glanville, surprised at her being at that hour in the
garden, ran eagerly to engage her to come in, being apprehensive she
would take cold, by staying so late in the air: but, not finding her in
any of her usual walks, he ordered several of the servants to assist
him in searching the whole garden, sending them to different places:
but they all returned without success; which filled him with the utmost
consternation.

He was returning, excessively uneasy, to the house, when he saw Lucy;
who had been just told, in answer to her enquiries about her lady, that
they were gone to look for her in the garden; and running up to Mr.
Glanville, who hoped to hear news of Lady Bella from her, Oh! sir, said
she, is my lady found?

What! Lucy, said Mr. Glanville (more alarmed than before), do not you
know where she is? I thought you had been with her.

Oh! dear, cried Lucy, wringing her hands; for certain my poor lady
was stolen away while she was in that fainting fit. Sir, said she to
Glanville, I know who the person is that my lady said (and almost broke
my heart) would keep her in chains: he was in the house not many hours
ago.

Mr. Glanville, suspecting this was some new whim of Arabella's, would
not suffer Lucy to say any more before the servants, who stood gaping
with astonishment at the strange things she uttered; but bade her
follow him to his apartment, and he would hear what she could inform
him concerning this accident. He would, if possible, have prevented his
sister from being present at the story; but, not being able to form any
excuse for not suffering her to hear every thing that related to her
cousin, they all three went into his chamber; where he desired Lucy to
tell him what she knew about her lady.

You must know, sir, said Lucy, sobbing, that there came a man here to
take away my lady: a great man he is, though he worked in the gardens;
for he was in love with her: and so he would not own who he was.

And pray, interrupted Miss Glanville, who told you he was a great man,
as you say?

My lady told me, said Lucy: But, _howsomever_, he was turned away; for
the gardener says he catched him stealing carp.

A very great man, indeed, said Miss Glanville, that would steal carp!

You must know, madam, said she, that was only a pretence: for he went
there, my lady says, to drown himself.

Bless me! cried Miss Glanville, laughing; the girl's distracted, sure.
Lord! brother, don't listen to her nonsensical tales; we shall never
find my cousin by her.

Leave her to me, said Mr. Glanville, whispering: perhaps I may discover
something by her discourse, that will give us some light into this
affair.

Nay, I'll stay, I am resolved, answered she; for I long to know where
my cousin is: though, do you think what this girl says is true, about
a great man disguised in the gardens? Sure my cousin could never tell
her such stuff: but, now I think of it, added she, Lady Bella, when we
were speaking about the jockey, talked something about a lover: I vow I
believe it is as the girl says. Pray let's hear her out.

Mr. Glanville was ready to die with vexation, at the charmer of his
soul being thus exposed; but there was no help for it.

Pray, said he to Lucy, tell us no more about this man: but, if you can
guess where your lady is, let me know.

Indeed I can't, sir, said she; for my lady and I both stole out of the
house, for fear Edward should break open the doors of her apartment;
and we were running as fast as possible to my brother's house (where
she said she would hide herself till you came); but my poor dear lady
fell down and hurt herself so much, that she fainted away: I tried what
I could to fetch her again; but she did not open her eyes: so I ran
like lightning to my brother, to come and help me to carry her to the
farm; but, when we came back, she was gone.

What do you say? cried Mr. Glanville, with a distracted look: Did you
leave her in that condition in the fields? And was she not to be found
when you came back?

No, indeed, sir, said Lucy, weeping; we could not find her, though we
wandered about a long time.

Oh! Heavens! said he, walking about the room in a violent emotion,
where can she be? What is become of her? Dear sister, pursued he, order
somebody to saddle my horse: I'll traverse the country all night in
quest of her.

You had best enquire, sir, said Lucy, if Edward is in the house: he
knows, may be, where my lady is.

Who is he? cried Glanville.

Why the great man, sir, said Lucy, whom we thought to be a gardener,
who came to carry my lady away; which made her get out of the house as
fast as she could.

This is the strangest story, said Miss Glanville, that ever I heard:
sure nobody would be so mad to attempt such an action; my cousin has
the oddest whims!

Mr. Glanville, not able to listen any longer, charged Lucy to say
nothing of this matter to any one; and then ran eagerly out of the
room, ordering two or three of the servants to go in search of their
lady: he then mounted his horse in great anguish of mind, not knowing
whither to direct his course.

Chapter XI.

_In which the lady is wonderfully delivered._

But to return to Arabella, whom we left in a very melancholy situation:
Lucy had not been gone long from her before she opened her eyes; and,
beginning to come perfectly to herself, was surprised to find her woman
not near her: the moon shining very bright, she looked round her, and
called Lucy as loud as she was able; but not seeing her, or hearing
any answer, her fears became so powerful, that she had like to have
relapsed into her swoon.

Alas! unfortunate maid that I am! cried she, weeping excessively,
questionless I am betrayed by her on whose fidelity I relied, and
who was acquainted with my most secret thoughts: she is now with my
ravisher, directing his pursuit, and I have no means of escaping from
his hands! Cruel and ungrateful wench, thy unparalleled treachery
grieves me no less than all my other misfortunes: but why do I say
her treachery is unparalleled? Did not the wicked Arianta betray her
mistress into the power of her insolent lover? Ah! Arabella, thou art
not single in thy misery, since the divine Mandana was, like thyself,
the dupe of a mercenary servant.

Having given a moment or two to these sad reflections, she rose from
the ground with an intention to walk on; but her ancle was so painful,
that she could hardly move: her tears began now to flow with greater
violence: she expected every moment to see Edward approach her; and
was resigning herself up to despair, when a chaise, driven by a young
gentleman, passed by her. Arabella, thanking Heaven for sending this
relief, called out as loud as she could, conjuring him to stay.

The gentleman, hearing a woman's voice, stopped immediately, and asked
what she wanted.

Generous stranger, said Arabella, advancing as well as she was able, do
not refuse your assistance to save me from a most terrible danger: I am
pursued by a person whom, for very urgent reasons, I desire to avoid.
I conjure you, therefore, in the name of her you love best, to protect
me; and may you be crowned with the enjoyment of all your wishes, for
so charitable an action!

If the gentleman was surprised at this address, he was much more
astonished at the beauty of her who made it: her stature, her shape,
her inimitable complexion, the lustre of her fine eyes, and the
thousand charms that adorned her whole person, kept him a minute
silently gazing upon her, without having the power to make her an
answer.

Arabella, finding he did not speak, was extremely disappointed. Ah!
sir, said she, what do you deliberate upon? Is it possible you can deny
so reasonable a request, to a lady in my circumstances?

For God's sake, madam, said the gentleman, alighting, and approaching
her, let me know who you are, and how I can be of any service to you.

As for my quality, said Arabella, be assured it is not mean: and let
this knowledge suffice at present. The service I desire of you is,
to convey me to some place where I may be in safety for this night.
To-morrow I will entreat you to let some persons, whom I shall name
to you, know where I am; to the end they may take proper measures to
secure me from the attempts of an insolent man, who has driven me from
my own house, by the designs he was going to execute.

The gentleman saw there was some mystery in her case, which she
did not choose to explain; and, being extremely glad at having so
beautiful a creature in his power, told her she might command him in
all she pleased; and helping her into the chaise, drove off as fast
as he could; Arabella suffering no apprehensions from being alone
with a stranger, since nothing was more common to heroines than such
adventures; all her fears being of Edward, whom she fancied every
moment she saw pursuing them: and, being extremely anxious to be in
some place of safety, she urged her protector to drive as fast as
possible; who, willing to have her at his own house, complied with her
request; but was so unlucky in his haste, as to overturn the chaise.
Though neither Arabella nor himself were hurt by the fall, yet the
necessity there was to stay some time to put the chaise in a condition
to carry them any farther, filled her with a thousand apprehensions,
lest they should be overtaken.

In the mean time, the servants of Arabella, among whom Edward, not
knowing how much he was concerned in her flight, was resolved to
distinguish himself by his zeal in searching for her, had dispersed
themselves about in different places: chance conducted Edward to the
very spot where she was: when Arabella, perceiving him while he was two
or three paces off, Oh! sir, cried she, behold my persecutor! Can you
resolve to defend me against the violence he comes to offer me?

The gentleman, looking up, and seeing a man in livery approaching them,
asked her, if that was the person she complained of; and if he was her
servant?

If he is my servant, sir, replied she, blushing, he never had my
permission to be so: and, indeed, no one else can boast of my having
granted them such a liberty.

Do you know whose servant he is, then, madam? replied the gentleman, a
little surprised at her answer, which he could not well understand.

You throw me into a great embarrassment, sir, resumed Arabella,
blushing more than before: questionless, he appears to be mine; but,
since, as I told you before, he never discovered himself to me, and
I never permitted him to assume that title, his services, if ever I
received any from him, were not at all considered by me as things for
which I was obliged to him.

The gentleman, still more amazed at answers so little to the purpose,
was going to desire her to explain herself upon this strange affair;
when Edward, coming up close to Arabella, cried out in a transport, Oh!
madam! thank God you are found.

Hold, impious man! said Arabella, and do not give thanks for that
which, haply, may prove thy punishment. If I am found, thou wilt be
no better for it: and, if thou continuest to persecute me, thou wilt
probably meet with thy death, where thou thinkest thou hast found thy
happiness.

The poor fellow, who understood not a word of this discourse, stared
upon her like one that had lost his wits; when the protector of
Arabella, approaching him, asked him, with a stern look, what he had to
say to that lady, and why he presumed to follow her?

As the man was going to answer him, Mr. Glanville came galloping up;
and Edward, seeing him, ran up to him, and informed him, that he
had met with Lady Bella, and a gentleman, who seemed to have been
overturned in a chaise, which he was endeavouring to refit; and that
her ladyship was offended with him for coming up to her; and also,
that the gentleman had used some threatening language to him upon that
account.

Mr. Glanville, excessively surprised at what he heard, stopped; and,
ordering a servant who came along with him to run back to the castle,
and bring a chaise thither to carry Lady Bella home, he asked Edward
several more questions relating to what she and the gentleman had said
to him: and, notwithstanding his knowledge of her ridiculous humour,
he could not help being alarmed by her behaviour, nor concluding that
there was something very mysterious in the affair.

While he was thus conversing with Edward, Arabella, who had spied him
almost as soon, was filled with apprehension to see him hold so quiet
a parly with her ravisher: the more she reflected upon this accident,
the more her suspicions increased; and, persuading herself at last,
that Mr. Glanville was privy to his designs, this belief, however
improbable, wrought so powerfully upon her imagination, that she could
not restrain her tears.

Doubtless, said she, I am betrayed, and the perjured Glanville is
no longer either my friend or lover: he is this moment concerting
measures with my ravisher, how to deliver me into his power; and, like
Philidaspes, is glad of an opportunity, by this treachery, to be rid of
a woman whom his parents and hers had destined for his wife.

Mr. Glanville, having learned all he could from Edward, alighted;
and giving him his horse to hold, came up to Arabella: and, after
expressing his joy at meeting with her, begged her to let him know what
accident had brought her, unattended, from the castle, at that time of
night.

If by this question, said the incensed Arabella, you would persuade me
you are ignorant of the cause of my flight, know, your dissimulation
will not succeed; and that, having reason to believe you are equally
guilty with him from whose intended violence I fled, I shall have
recourse to the valour of this knight you see with me, to defend me, as
well against you, as that ravisher, with whom I see you leagued.--Ah!
unworthy cousin, pursued she, what dost thou propose to thyself by
so black a treachery? What is to be the price of my liberty, which
thou so freely disposest of? Has thy friend there, said she (pointing
to Edward), a sister, or any relation, for whom thou barterest, by
delivering me up to him? But assure thyself, this stratagem shall be
of no use to thee: for, if thou art base enough to oppress my valiant
deliverer with numbers, and thinkest by violence to get me into thy
power, my cries shall arm heaven and earth in my defence. Providence
may, haply, send some generous cavaliers to my rescue; and, if
Providence fails me, my own hand shall give me freedom; for that moment
thou offerest to seize me, that moment shall be the last of my life.

While Arabella was speaking, the young gentleman and Edward, who
listened to her eagerly, thought her brain was disturbed: but Mr.
Glanville was in a terrible confusion, and silently cursed his ill
fate, to make him in love with a woman so ridiculous.

For Heaven's sake, cousin, said he, striving to repress some part of
his disorder, do not give way to these extravagant notions: there is
nobody intends to do you any wrong.

What! interrupted she, would you persuade me, that that impostor there,
pointing to Edward, has not a design to carry me away; which you, by
supporting him, are not equally guilty of?

Who? I! madam! cried out Edward: sure your ladyship does not suspect me
of such a strange design! God knows I never thought of such a thing!

Ah! dissembler! interrupted Arabella, do not make use of that sacred
name to mask thy impious falsehoods: confess with what intent you came
into my father's service disguised.

I never came disguised, madam, returned Edward.

No! said Arabella: what means that dress in which I see you, then?

It is the marquis's livery, madam, said Edward, which he did not order
to be taken from me when I left his service.

And with what purpose didst thou wear it? said she. Do not your
thoughts accuse you of your crime?

I always hoped, madam----said he.

You hoped! interrupted Arabella, frowning. Did I ever give you reason
to hope? I will not deny but I had compassion on you; but even that you
was ignorant of.

I know, madam, you had compassion on me, said Edward; for your
ladyship, I always thought, did not believe me guilty.

I was weak enough, said she, to have compassion on you, though I _did_
believe you guilty.

Indeed, madam, returned Edward, I always hoped, as I said before (but
your ladyship would not hear me out), that you did not believe any
malicious reports; and therefore you had compassion on me.

I had no reports of you, said she, but what my own observation gave me;
and that was sufficient to convince me of your fault.

Why, madam, said Edward, did your ladyship see me steal the carp then,
which was the fault unjustly laid to my charge?

Mr. Glanville, as much cause as he had for uneasiness, could with
great difficulty restrain laughter at this ludicrous circumstance; for
he guessed what crime Arabella was accusing him of. As for the young
gentleman, he could not conceive what she meant, and longed to hear
what would be the end of such a strange conference. But poor Arabella
was prodigiously confounded at his mentioning so low an affair; not
being able to endure that Glanville and her protector should know a
lover of hers could be suspected of so base a theft.

The shame she conceived at it, kept her silent for a moment: but,
recovering herself at last, No, said she, I knew you better than to
give any credit to such an idle report: persons of your condition do
not commit such paltry crimes.

Upon my soul, madam, said the young gentleman, persons of his condition
often do worse.

I don't deny it, sir, said Arabella; and the design he meditated of
carrying me away was infinitely worse.

Really, madam, returned the gentleman, if you are such a person as I
apprehend, I don't see how he durst make such an attempt.

It is very possible, sir, said she, that I might be carried away,
though I was of greater quality than I am: were not Mandana, Candace,
Clelia, and many other ladies who underwent the same fate, of a quality
more illustrious than mine?

Really, madam, said he, I know none of these ladies.

No, sir! said Arabella, extremely mortified.

Let me entreat you, cousin, interrupted Glanville (who feared this
conversation would be very tedious), to expose yourself no longer to
the air at this time of night: suffer me to conduct you home.

It concerns my honour, said she, that this generous stranger should
not think I am the only one that was ever exposed to these insolent
attempts. You say, sir, pursued she, that you don't know any of these
ladies I mentioned before: let me ask you, then, if you are acquainted
with Parthenissa, or Cleopatra, who were both for some months in the
hands of their ravishers?

As for Parthenissa, madam, said he, neither have I heard of her: nor do
I remember to have heard of any more than one Cleopatra: but she was
never ravished, I am certain; for she was too willing.

How! sir, said Arabella: was Cleopatra ever willing to run away with
her ravisher?

Cleopatra was a whore, was she not, madam? said he.

Hold thy peace, unworthy man, said Arabella; and profane not the memory
of that fair and glorious queen, by such injurious language: that
queen, I say, whose courage was equal to her beauty; and her virtue
surpassed by neither. Good heavens! what a black defamer have I chosen
for my protector!

Mr. Glanville, rejoicing to see Arabella in a disposition to be
offended with her new acquaintance, resolved to soothe her a little,
in hopes of prevailing upon her to return home. Sir, said he to the
gentleman, who could not conceive why the lady should so warmly defend
Cleopatra, you were in the wrong to cast such reflections upon that
great queen, (repeating what he had heard his cousin say before): for
all the world, pursued he, knows she was married to Julius Cæsar.

Though I commend you, said Arabella, for taking the part of a lady
so basely vilified; yet let not your zeal for her honour induce you
to say more than is true for its justification; for thereby you
weaken, instead of strengthening, what may be said in her defence.
One falsehood always supposes another, and renders all you can say
suspected; whereas pure, unmixed truth, carries conviction along with
it, and never fails to produce its desired effect.

Suffer me, cousin, interrupted Glanville, again to represent to you,
the inconveniency you will certainly feel, by staying so late in the
air: leave the justification of Cleopatra to some other opportunity;
and take care of your own preservation.

What is it you require of me? said Arabella.

Only, resumed Glanville, that you would be pleased to return to the
castle, where my sister, and all your servants, are inconsolable for
your absence.

But who can assure me, answered she, that I shall not, by returning
home, enter voluntarily into my prison? The same treachery which made
the palace of Candace the place of her confinement, may turn the castle
of Arabella into her gaol. For, to say the truth, I still more than
suspect you abet the designs of this man; since I behold you in his
party, and ready, no doubt, to draw your sword in his defence: how
will you be able to clear yourself of this crime? Yet I will venture
to return to my house, provided you will swear to me, you will offer
me no violence, with regard to your friend there: and also I insist,
that he, from this moment, disclaim all intentions of persecuting me,
and banish himself from my presence for ever. Upon this condition I
pardon him, and will likewise pray to Heaven to pardon him also. Speak,
presumptuous unknown, said she to Edward, wilt thou accept of my pardon
upon the terms I offer it thee? And wilt thou take thyself to some
place where I may never behold thee again?

Since your ladyship, said Edward, is resolved not to receive me into
your service, I shan't trouble you any more: but I think it hard to be
punished for a crime I was not guilty of.

It is better, said Arabella, turning from him, that thou shouldst
complain of my rigour, than the world tax me with lightness and
indiscretion. And now, sir, said she to Glanville, I must trust myself
to your honour, which I confess I do a little suspect; but, however, it
is possible you have repented, like the poor prince Thrasybulus, when
he submitted to the suggestions of a wicked friend, to carry away the
fair Alcionida, whom he afterwards restored. Speak, Glanville, pursued
she, are you desirous of imitating that virtuous prince, or do you
still retain your former sentiments?

Upon my word, madam, said Glanville, you will make me quite mad, if you
go on in this manner: pray let me see you safe home; and then, if you
please, you may forbid my entrance into the castle, if you suspect me
of any bad intentions towards you.

It is enough, said she, I will trust you. As for you, sir, speaking to
the young gentleman, you are so unworthy, in my apprehensions, by the
calumnies you have uttered against a person of that sex which merits
all your admiration and reverence, that I hold you very unfit to be a
protector of any of it: therefore I dispense with your services upon
this occasion; and think it better to trust myself to the conduct of a
person, who, like Thrasybulus, by his repentance, has restored himself
to my confidence, than to one, who, though indeed he has never betrayed
me, yet seems very capable of doing so, if he had the power.

Saying this, she gave her hand to Glanville, who helped her into the
chaise that was come from the castle; and the servant, who brought
it, mounting his horse, Mr. Glanville drove her home, leaving the
gentleman, who, by this time, had refitted his chaise, in the greatest
astonishment imaginable at her unaccountable behaviour.

BOOK III.

Chapter I.

_Two conversations, out of which the reader may pick up a great deal._

Arabella, continuing to ruminate upon her adventure during their little
journey, appeared so low-spirited and reserved, that Mr. Glanville,
though he ardently wished to know all the particulars of her flight
and meeting with that gentleman, whose company he found her in, was
obliged to suppress his curiosity for the present, out of a fear of
displeasing her. As soon as they alighted at the castle, her servants
ran to receive her at the gates, expressing their joy to see her again,
by a thousand confused exclamations.

Miss Glanville, being at her toilet when she heard of her arrival, ran
down to welcome her, in her hurry forgetting, that as her woman had
been curling her hair, she had no cap on.

Arabella received her compliments with a little coolness; for,
observing that her grief for her absence had not made her neglect any
of her usual solicitude about her person, she could not perceive it
had been very great: therefore, when she had made some slight answer
to the hundred questions she asked in a breath, she went up to her
apartment; and, calling Lucy, who was crying with joy for her return,
she questioned her strictly concerning her leaving her in the fields,
acknowledging to her that she suspected her fidelity, though she wished
at the same time she might be able to clear herself.

Lucy, in her justification, related, after her punctual way, all that
had happened: by which Arabella was convinced she had not betrayed her;
and was also in some doubt whether Mr. Glanville was guilty of any
design against her.

Since, said she to Lucy, thou art restored to my good opinion, I will,
as I have always done, unmask my thoughts to thee. I confess then,
with shame and confusion, that I cannot think of Mr. Glanville's
assisting the unknown to carry me away, without _resenting_ a most
poignant grief: questionless, my weakness will surprise thee; and could
I conceal it from myself, I would from thee; but, alas! it is certain
that I do not hate him; and I believe I never shall, guilty as he may
be in my apprehensions.

Hate him! madam, said Lucy: God forbid you should ever hate Mr.
Glanville, who, I am sure, loves your ladyship as well as he does his
own sister!

You are very confident, Lucy, said Arabella blushing, to mention the
word love to me: if I thought my cousin had bribed thee to it, I should
be greatly incensed: however, though I forbid you to talk of his
passion, yet I permit you to tell me the violence of his transports
when I was missing; the threats he uttered against my ravishers;
the complaints he made against fortune; the vows he offered for my
preservation; and, in fine, whatever extravagances the excess of his
sorrow forced him to commit.

I assure you, madam, said Lucy, I did not hear him say any of all this.

What! interrupted Arabella: and didst thou not observe the tears
trickle from his eyes, which, haply, he strove to conceal? Did he not
strike his bosom with the vehemence of his grief; and cast his accusing
and despairing eyes to Heaven, which had permitted such a misfortune to
befall me?

Indeed, madam, I did not, resumed Lucy; but he seemed to be very sorry;
and said he would go and look for your ladyship.

Ah! the traitor! interrupted Arabella in a rage: fain would I have
found out some excuse for him, and justified him in my apprehensions;
but he is unworthy of these favourable thoughts. Speak of him no more,
I command you: he is guilty of assisting my ravisher to carry me
away; and therefore merits my eternal displeasure. But though I could
find reasons to clear him even of that crime, yet he is guilty of
indifference and insensibility for my loss, since he neither died with
grief at the news of it; nor needed the interposition of his sister, or
the desire of delivering me, to make him live.

Arabella, when she had said this, was silent; but could not prevent
some tears stealing down her fair face: therefore, to conceal her
uneasiness, or to be at more liberty to indulge it, she ordered Lucy
to make haste and undress her; and, going to bed, passed the small
remainder of the night, not in rest, which she very much needed, but in
reflections on all the passages of the preceding day; and finding, or
imagining she found, new reasons for condemning Mr. Glanville, her mind
was very far from being at ease.

In the morning, lying later than usual, she received a message from
Mr. Glanville, enquiring after her health; to which she answered, that
he was too little concerned in the preservation of it, to make it
necessary to acquaint him.

Miss Glanville soon after sent to desire permission to drink her
chocolate by her bed-side; which, as she could not in civility refuse,
she was very much perplexed how to hide her melancholy from the eyes of
that discerning lady, who, she questioned not, would interpret it in
favour of her brother.

Upon Miss Glanville's appearance, she forced herself to assume a
cheerful look, asking her pardon for receiving her in bed; and
complaining of bad rest, which had occasioned her lying late.

Miss Glanville, after answering her compliments with almost equal
politeness, proceeded to ask her an hundred questions concerning
the cause of her absence from the castle: Your woman, pursued she,
laughing, told us a strange medley of stuff about a great man, who was
a gardener; and wanted to carry you away. Sure there was nothing in it!
Was there?

You must excuse me, cousin, said Arabella, if I do not answer your
questions precisely now: it is sufficient that I tell you, certain
reasons obliged me to act in the manner I did, for my own preservation;
and that, another time, you shall know my history; which will explain
many things you seem to be surprised at, at present.

Your history! said Miss Glanville. Why, will you write your own history
then?

I shall not write it, said Arabella; though, questionless, it will be
written after my death.

And must I wait till then for it? resumed Miss Glanville, gaily.

No, no, interrupted Arabella: I mean to gratify your curiosity sooner;
but it will not be yet a good time; and, haply, not till you have
acquainted me with yours.

Mine! said Miss Glanville: it would not be worth your hearing; for
really I have nothing to tell, that would make an history.

You have, questionless, returned Arabella, gained many victories
over hearts; have occasioned many quarrels between your servants, by
favouring some one more than the others: probably you have caused some
bloodshed; and have not escaped being carried away once or twice: you
have also, I suppose, undergone some persecution from those who have
the disposal of you, in favour of a lover whom you have an aversion to;
and lastly, there is haply some one among your admirers, who is happy
enough not to be hated by you.

I assure you, interrupted Miss Glanville, I hate none of my admirers;
and I can't help thinking you very unkind to use my brother as you do:
I am sure, there is not one man in an hundred that would take so much
from your hands as he does.

Then there is not one man in an hundred, resumed Arabella, whom I
should think worthy to serve me. But pray, madam, what ill usage
is it your brother complains of? I have treated him with much less
severity than he had reason to expect; and, notwithstanding he had the
presumption to talk to me of love, I have endured him in my sight; an
indulgence for which I may haply be blamed in after-ages.

Why, sure, Lady Bella, said Miss Glanville, it would be no such crime
for my brother to love you!

But it was a mortal crime to tell me so, interrupted Arabella.

And why was it such a mortal crime to tell you so? said Miss Glanville.
Are you the first woman by millions, that has been told so?

Doubtless, returned Arabella, I am the first woman of my quality,
that ever was told so by any man, till after an infinite number of
services, and secret sufferings: and truly I am of the illustrious
Mandana's mind; for she said, that she should think it an unpardonable
presumption, for the greatest king on earth to tell her he loved her,
though after ten years of the most faithful services, and concealed
torments.

Ten years! cried out Miss Glanville, in amazement; did she consider
what alterations ten years would make in her face, and how much older
she would be at the end of ten years, than she was before?

Truly, said Arabella, it is not usual to consider such little matters
so nicely; one never has the idea of an heroine older than eighteen,
though her history begins at that age; and the events which compose it
contain the space of twenty more.

But, dear cousin, resumed Miss Glanville, do you resolve to be ten
years a-courting? Or rather, will you be loved in silence ten years,
and be courted the other ten; and so marry when you are an old woman?

Pardon me, cousin, resumed Arabella; I must really find fault with the
coarseness of your language. Courting, and old woman! What strange
terms! Let us, I beseech you, end this dispute: if you have any thing
to say in justification of your brother, which, I suppose, was the
chief intention of your visit, I shall not be rude enough to restrain
you; though I could wish you would not lay me under the necessity of
hearing what I cannot persuade myself to believe.

Since, returned Miss Glanville, I know of no crime my brother has
been guilty of, I have nothing to say in his justification: I only
know, that he is very much mortified at the message you sent him this
morning; for I was with him when he received it. But pray, what has he
done to offend you?

If Mr. Glanville, interrupted Arabella, hopes for my pardon, he must
purchase it by his repentance, and a sincere confession of his fault;
which you may much better understand from himself, than from me: and,
for this purpose, I will condescend to grant him a private audience,
at which I desire you would be present; and also, I should take it
well, if you will let him know, that he owes this favour wholly to your
interposition.

Miss Glanville, who knew her brother was extremely desirous of seeing
Arabella, was glad to accept of these strange terms; and left her
chamber, in order to acquaint him with that lady's intentions.

Chapter II.

_A solemn interview._

In the mean time, that fair-one being risen, and negligently dressed,
as was her custom, went into her closet, sending to give Miss Glanville
notice that she was ready to see her. This message immediately brought
both the brother and the sister to her apartment: and Miss Glanville,
at her brother's request, staying in the chamber, where she busied
herself in looking at her cousin's jewels, which lay upon the toilet,
he came alone into the closet, in so much confusion at the thoughts of
the ridiculous figure he made in complying with Arabella's fantastical
humours, that his looks persuading her there was some great agitation
in his mind, she expected to see him fall at her feet, and endeavour to
deprecate her wrath by a deluge of tears.

Mr. Glanville however disappointed her in that respect; for, taking a
seat near her, he began to entreat her, with a smiling countenance,
to tell him in what he had offended her; protesting, that he was not
conscious of doing or saying any thing to displease her.

Arabella was greatly confused at this question, which she thought she
had no reason to expect; it not being possible for her to tell him she
was offended, that he was not in absolute despair for her absence,
without, at the same time, confessing she looked upon him in the light
of a lover whose expressions of a violent passion would not have
displeased her: therefore, to disengage herself from the perplexity his
question threw her into, she was obliged to offer some violence to her
ingenuousness; and, contrary to her real belief, tax him again with a
design of betraying her into the power of the unknown.

Mr. Glanville, though excessively vexed at her persisting in so
ridiculous an error, could hardly help smiling at the stern manner in
which she spoke; but, knowing of what fatal consequence it would be to
him, if he indulged any gaiety in so solemn a conference, he composed
his looks to a gravity suitable to the occasion; and asked her in a
very submissive tone, what motive she was pleased to assign for so
extraordinary a piece of villainy, as that she supposed him guilty of?

Truly, answered she blushing, I do not pretend to account for the
actions of wicked and ungenerous persons.

But, madam, resumed Glanville, if I must needs be suspected of a
design to seize upon your person, methinks it would have been more
reasonable to suppose I would rather use that violence in favour of
my own pretensions, than those of any other whatever; for, though you
have expressly forbid me to tell you I love you, yet I hope you still
continue to think I do.

I assure you, returned Arabella, assuming a severe look, I never gave
myself the trouble to examine your behaviour with care enough to be
sensible if you still were guilty of the weakness which displeased me;
but, upon a supposition that you repented of your fault, I was willing
to live with you upon terms of civility and friendship, as became
persons in that degree of relationship in which we are: therefore, if
you are wise, you will not renew the remembrance of those follies I
have long since pardoned; nor seek occasions of offending me by new
ones of the same kind, lest it produce a more severe sentence than that
I formerly laid upon you.

However, madam, returned Mr. Glanville, you must suffer me to assure
you, that my own interest, which was greatly concerned in your safety,
and my principles of honour, would never allow me to engage in so
villainous an enterprise, as that of abetting any person in stealing
you away: nor can I conceive how you possibly could imagine a fellow
who was your menial servant could form so presumptuous and dangerous a
design.

By your manner of speaking, resumed Arabella, one would imagine you
were really ignorant, both of the quality of that presumptuous man,
as well as his designed offence: but yet, it is certain, I saw you
in his company; and saw you ready to draw your sword in his defence,
against my deliverer. Had I not the evidence of my own senses for your
guilt, I must confess I could not be persuaded of it by any other
means: therefore, since appearances are certainly against you, it is
not strange if I cannot consent to acquit you in my apprehensions, till
I have more certain confirmation of your innocence, than your bare
testimony only; which, at present, has not all the weight with me it
had some time ago.

I protest, madam, said Mr. Glanville, who was strangely perplexed,
I have reason to think my case extremely hard, since I have brought
myself to be suspected by you, only through my eagerness to find you,
and solicitude for your welfare.

Doubtless, interrupted Arabella, if you are innocent, your case is
extremely hard; yet it is not singular; and therefore you have less
reason to complain: the valiant Coriolanus, who was the most passionate
and faithful lover imaginable, having, by his admirable valour,
assisted the ravishers of his adored Cleopatra, against those who
came to rescue her; and, by his arm alone, opposed to great numbers
of their enemies, facilitated the execution of their design, had the
mortification afterwards to know, that he had all that time been
fighting against that divine princess, who loaded him with the most
cruel reproaches for the injury he had done her: yet fortune was so
kind as to give him the means of repairing his fault, and restoring him
to some part of her good opinion; for, covered with wounds as he was,
and fatigued with fighting before, yet he undertook, in that condition,
to prevent her ravishers from carrying her off; and, for several
hours, continued fighting alone with near two hundred men, who were
not able to overcome him, notwithstanding his extreme weariness, and
the multitude of blows which they aimed at him: therefore, Glanville,
considering you, as Cleopatra did that unfortunate prince, who was
before suspected by her, as neither guilty nor innocent, I can only,
like her, wish you may find some occasion of justifying yourself from
the crime laid to your charge. Till then, I must be under a necessity
of banishing you from my presence, with the same consolatory speech she
used to that unfortunate prince:--"Go, therefore, Glanville, go, and
endeavour your own justification: I desire you should effect it no less
than you do yourself; and, if my prayers can obtain from Heaven this
favour for you, I shall not scruple to offer some _in your behalf_."

Chapter III.

_In which the interview is ended, not much to the lover's satisfaction,
but exactly conformable to the rules of romance._

Arabella, when she had pronounced these words, blushed excessively,
thinking she had said too much: but, not seeing any signs of extreme
joy in the face of Glanville, who was silently cursing Cleopatra, and
the authors of those romances that had ruined so noble a mind; and
exposed him to perpetual vexations, by the unaccountable whims they had
raised--Why are you not gone, said she, while I am in an humour not to
repent of the favour I have shown you?

You must excuse me, cousin, said Mr. Glanville, peevishly, if I do not
think so highly as you do of the favour. Pray how am I obliged to you
for depriving me of the pleasure of seeing you, and sending me on a
wild-goose chase, after occasions to justify myself of a crime I am
wholly innocent of, and would scorn to commit?

Though, resumed Arabella, with great calmness, I have reason to be
dissatisfied with the cool and unthankful manner in which you receive
my indulgence, yet I shall not change the favourable disposition
I am in towards you, unless you provoke me to it by new acts of
disobedience: therefore, in the language of Cleopatra, I shall tell
you----

Upon my soul, madam, interrupted Glanville, I have no patience with
that rigorous gipsy, whose example you follow so exactly, to my sorrow:
speak in your own language, I beseech you; for I am sure neither hers,
nor any one's upon earth, can excel it.

Yet, said Arabella, striving to repress some inclination to smile at
this sally, notwithstanding your unjust prohibitions, I shall make use
of the language of that incomparable lady, to tell you my thoughts;
which are, that it is possible you might be sufficiently justified in
my apprehensions, by the anxiety it now appears you had for my safety,
by the probability which I find in your discourse, and the good opinion
I have of you, were it not requisite to make your innocence apparent to
the world, that so it might be lawful for Arabella to readmit you, with
honour, into her former esteem and friendship.

Mr. Glanville, seeing that it would be in vain to attempt to make
her alter her fantastical determination at this time, went out of
the closet without deigning to make any reply to his sentence,
though delivered in the language of the admirable Cleopatra: but his
ill-humour was so visible in his face, that Arabella, who mistook it
for an excess of despair, could not help feeling some kind of pity
for the rigour which the laws of honour and romance obliged her to
use him with. And while she sat meditating upon the scene which had
just passed, Mr. Glanville returned to his own room, glad that his
sister, not being in Arabella's chamber, where he had left her, had no
opportunity of observing his discontent, which she would not fail to
enquire the cause of.

Here he sat, ruminating upon the follies of Arabella, which he found
grew more glaring every day: every thing furnished matter for some new
extravagance; her character was so ridiculous, that he could propose
nothing to himself but eternal shame and disquiet, in the possession of
a woman for whom he must always blush and be in pain. But her beauty
had made a deep impression on his heart: he admired the strength of
her understanding; her lively wit; the sweetness of her temper; and a
thousand amiable qualities which distinguished her from the rest of her
sex: her follies, when opposed to all those charms of mind and person,
seemed inconsiderable and weak; and though they were capable of giving
him great uneasiness, yet they could not lessen a passion which every
sight of her so much the more confirmed.

As he feared it was impossible to help loving her, his happiness
depended upon curing her of her romantic notions; and, though he knew
not how to effect such a change in her as was necessary to complete
it, yet he would not despair, but comforted himself with hopes of what
he had not courage to attempt. Sometimes he fancied company, and an
acquaintance with the world, would produce the alteration he wished:
yet he dreaded to see her exposed to ridicule by her fantastical
behaviour, and become the jest of persons who were not possessed of
half her understanding.

While he traversed his chamber, wholly engrossed by these reflections,
Miss Glanville was entertaining Sir George, of whose coming she was
informed while she was in Arabella's chamber.

Chapter IV.

_In which our heroine is greatly disappointed._

Miss Glanville, supposing her brother would be glad not to be
interrupted in his conference with Lady Bella, did not allow any one
to acquaint them with Sir George's visit; and telling the baronet her
cousin was indisposed, had by these means all his conversation to
herself.

Sir George, who ardently wished to see Lady Bella, protracted his
visit, in hopes that he should have that satisfaction before he went
away. And that fair lady, whose thoughts were a little discomposed by
the despair she apprehended Mr. Glanville was in, and fearful of the
consequences, when she had sat some time after he left her, ruminating
upon what had happened, quitted her closet, to go and enquire of Miss
Glanville in what condition his mind seemed to be when he went away;
for she never doubted but that he was gone, like Coriolanus, to seek
out for some occasion to manifest his innocence.

Hearing, therefore, the voice of that lady, who was talking and
laughing very loud in one of the summer parlours, and being terrified
with the apprehension that it was her brother with whom she was thus
diverting herself, she opened the door of the room precipitately; and
by her entrance, filled Sir George with extreme pleasure; while her
unexpected sight produced a quite contrary effect on Miss Glanville.

Arabella, eased of her fear that it was Mr. Glanville, who, instead of
dying with despair, was giving occasion for that noisy laugh of his
sister, saluted the baronet with great civility; and, turning to Miss
Glanville, I must needs chide you, said she, for the insensibility with
which it appears you have parted with your brother.

Bless me, madam, interrupted Miss Glanville, what do you mean? Whither
is my brother gone?

That, indeed, I am quite ignorant of, resumed Arabella; and I suppose
he himself hardly knows what course he shall take: but he has been with
you, doubtless, to take his leave.

Take his leave! repeated Miss Glanville: has he left the castle so
suddenly then, and gone away without me?

The enterprise upon which he is gone, said Arabella, would not admit
of a lady's company: and, since he has left so considerable an hostage
with me as yourself, I expect he will not be long before he return;
and, I hope, to the satisfaction of us both.

Miss Glanville, who could not penetrate into the meaning of her
cousin's words, began to be strangely alarmed: but presently supposing
she had a mind to divert herself with her fears, she recovered herself,
and told her she would go up to her brother's chamber, and look for him.

Arabella did not offer to prevent her, being very desirous of knowing
whether he had not left a letter for her upon his table, as was the
custom in those cases: and, while she was gone, Sir George seized the
opportunity of saying an hundred gallant things to her, which she
received with great indifference; the most extravagant compliments
being what she expected from all men: and provided they did not
directly presume to tell her they loved her, no sort of flattery or
adulation could displease her.

In the mean time, Miss Glanville having found her brother in his
chamber, repeated to him what Lady Bella had said, as she supposed, to
fright her.

Mr. Glanville, hearing this, and that Sir George was with her, hastened
to them as fast as possible, that he might interrupt the foolish
stories he did not doubt she was telling.

Upon Miss Glanville's appearance with her brother, Arabella was
astonished.

I apprehended, sir, said she, that you were some miles from the castle
by this time: but your delay and indifference convince me, you neither
expect nor wish to find the means of being justified in my opinion.

Pray, cousin, interrupted Glanville (speaking softly to her) let us
leave this dispute to some other time.

No, sir, resumed she, aloud; my honour is concerned in your
justification: nor is it fit I should submit to have the appearance of
amity for a person who has not yet sufficiently cleared himself of a
crime, with too much reason laid to his charge. Did Coriolanus, think
you, act in this manner? Ah! if he had, doubtless, Cleopatra would
never have pardoned him: nor will I any longer suffer you to give me
repeated causes of discontent.

Sir George, seeing confusion in Mr. Glanville's countenance, and rage
in Arabella's, began to think, that what he had at first taken for a
jest, was a serious quarrel between them, at which it was not proper he
should be present; and was preparing to go: when Arabella, stopping him
with a graceful action--

If, noble stranger, said she, you are so partial to the failings of a
friend, that you will undertake to defend any unjustifiable action he
may be guilty of, you are at liberty to depart: but if you will promise
to be an unprejudiced hearer of the dispute between Mr. Glanville and
myself, you shall know the adventure which has given rise to it; and
will be judge of the reasonableness of the commands I have laid on him.

Though, madam, said Sir George (bowing very low to her), Mr. Glanville
is my friend, yet there is no likelihood I shall espouse his interest
against yours: and a very strong prepossession I feel in favour of you,
already persuades me that I shall give sentence on your side, since you
have honoured me so far as to constitute me judge of this difference.

The solemn manner in which Sir George (who began to suspect Lady
Bella's peculiar turn) spoke this, pleased her infinitely; while
Mr. Glanville, vexed as he was, could hardly forbear laughing: when
Arabella, after a look of approbation to Sir George, replied--

I find I have unwillingly engaged myself to more than I first intended:
for, to enable you to judge clearly of the matter in dispute, it is
necessary you should know my whole history.

Mr. Glanville, at this word, not being able to constrain himself,
uttered a groan of the same nature with those which are often heard in
the pit at the representation of a new play. Sir George understood him
perfectly well; yet seemed surprised: and Arabella, starting up--

Since, said she, I have given you no new cause of complaint, pray, from
whence proceeds this increase of affliction?

I assure you, cousin, answered he, my affliction, if you please to term
it so, increases every day; and I believe it will make me mad at last:
for this unaccountable humour of yours is not to be borne.

You do not seem, replied Arabella, to be far from madness already:
and if your friend here, upon hearing the passages between us, should
pronounce you guilty, I shall be at a loss whether I ought to treat
you as a madman or a criminal. Sir, added she, turning to Sir George,
you will excuse me, if, for certain reasons, I can neither give you
my history myself, nor be present at the relation of it. One of my
women, who is most in my confidence, shall acquaint you with all the
particulars of my life: after which I expect Mr. Glanville will abide
by your decision, as, I assure myself, I shall be contented to do.

Saying this, she went out of the parlour, in order to prepare Lucy for
the recital she was to make.

Mr. Glanville, resolving not to be present at this new absurdity, ran
out after her; and went into the garden, with a strong inclination
to hate the lovely visionary who gave him such perpetual uneasiness;
leaving his sister alone with the baronet, who diverted herself
extremely with the thoughts of hearing her cousin's history; assuring
the baronet, that he might expect something very curious in it, and
find matter sufficient to laugh at; for she was the most whimsical
woman in the world.

Sir George, who resolved to profit by the knowledge of her foible, made
very little reply to Miss Glanville's sneers; but waited patiently for
the promised history, which was much longer coming than he imagined.

Chapter V.

_Some curious instructions for relating an history._

Arabella, as soon as she left them, went up to her apartment; and
calling Lucy into her closet, told her that she had made choice of her,
since she was best acquainted with her thoughts, to relate her history
to her cousins, and a person of quality who was with them.

Sure your ladyship jests with me, said Lucy: how can I make a history
about your ladyship?

There is no occasion, replied Arabella, for you to make a history:
there are accidents enough in my life to afford matter for a long
one: all you have to do is to relate them as exactly as possible. You
have lived with me from my childhood, and are instructed in all my
adventures; so that you must be certainly very capable of executing the
task I have honoured you with.

Indeed, said Lucy, I must beg your ladyship will excuse me. I never
could tell how to repeat a story when I have read it; and I know it
is not such simple girls as I can tell histories: it is only fit for
clerks, and such sort of people, that are very learned.

You are learned enough for that purpose, said Arabella; and if you
make so much difficulty in performing this part of your duty, pray how
came you to imagine you were fit for my service, and the distinction
I have favoured you with? Did you ever hear of any woman that refused
to relate her lady's story, when desired? Therefore, if you hope to
possess my favour and confidence any longer, acquit yourself handsomely
of this task, to which I have preferred you.

Lucy, terrified at the displeasure she saw in her lady's countenance,
begged her to tell her what she must say.

Well! exclaimed Arabella: I am certainly the most unfortunate woman
in the world! Every thing happens to me in a contrary manner from any
other person! Here, instead of my desiring you to soften those parts of
my history where you have greatest room to flatter; and to conceal, if
possible, some of those disorders my beauty has occasioned; you ask me
to tell you what you must say; as if it was not necessary you should
know as well as myself, and be able not only to recount all my words
and actions, even the smallest and most inconsiderable, but also all
my thoughts, however instantaneous; relate exactly every change of my
countenance; number all my smiles, half-smiles, blushes, turnings pale,
glances, pauses, full-stops, interruptions; the rise and falling of my
voice; every motion of my eyes; and every gesture which I have used for
these ten years past; nor omit the smallest circumstance that relates
to me.

Lord bless me, madam! said Lucy, excessively astonished: I never, till
this moment, it seems, knew the hundredth thousandth part of what was
expected from me. I am sure, if I had, I would never have gone to
service; for I might well know I was not fit for such slavery.

There is no such great slavery in doing all I have mentioned to you,
interrupted Arabella: it requires, indeed, a good memory, in which
I never thought you deficient; for you are punctual to the greatest
degree of exactness in recounting every thing one desires to hear from
you.

Lucy, whom this praise soothed into good humour, and flattered with a
belief that she was able, with a little instruction, to perform what
her lady required, told her if she pleased only to put her in a way how
to tell her history, she would engage, after doing it once, to tell it
again whenever she was desired.

Arabella, being obliged to comply with the odd request, for which there
was no precedent in all the romances her library was stuffed with,
began to inform her in this manner:

First, said she, you must relate my birth, which you know is very
illustrious; and because I am willing to spare you the trouble of
repeating things that are not absolutely necessary, you must apologize
to your hearers for slipping over what passed in my infancy, and the
first eight or ten years of my life; not failing, however, to remark,
that, from some sprightly sallies of imagination, at those early years,
those about me conceived marvellous hopes of my future understanding:
from thence you must proceed to an accurate description of my person.

What, madam! interrupted Lucy, must I tell what sort of person you
have, to people who have seen you but a moment ago?

Questionless you must, replied Arabella; and herein you follow the
examples of all the squires and maids who relate their masters' and
ladies' histories: for though it be to a brother, or near relation, who
has seen them a thousand times, yet they never omit an exact account of
their persons.

Very well, madam, said Lucy: I shall be sure not to forget that part of
my story. I wish I was as perfect in all the rest.

Then, Lucy, you must repeat all the conversations I have ever held
with you upon the subjects of love and gallantry, that your audience
may be so well acquainted with my humour, as to know exactly, before
they are told, how I shall behave, in whatever adventures befall
me.--After that, you may proceed to tell them how a noble unknown saw
me at church; how prodigiously he was struck with my appearance; the
tumultuous thoughts that this first view of me occasioned in his mind.--

Indeed, madam, interrupted Lucy again, I can't pretend to tell his
thoughts: for how should I know what they were? None but himself can
tell that.

However that may be, said Arabella, I expect you should decypher all
his thoughts as plainly as he himself could do; otherwise my history
will be very imperfect. Well, I suppose you are at no loss about that
whole adventure, in which you yourself bore so great a share; so I
need not give you any further instructions concerning it: only you
must be sure, as I said before, not to omit the least circumstance in
my behaviour, but relate every thing I did, said, and thought, upon
that occasion. The disguised gardener must appear next in your story:
here you will of necessity be a little deficient, since you are not
able to acquaint your hearers with his true name and quality; which,
questionless, is very illustrious. However, above all, I must charge
you not to mention that egregious mistake about the carp; for you know
how--

Here Miss Glanville's entrance put a stop to the instructions Lucy was
receiving: for she told Arabella that Sir George was gone.

How! returned she, is he gone? Truly I am not much obliged to him for
the indifference he has showed to hear my story.

Why, really, madam, said Miss Glanville, neither of us expected you
would be as good as your word, you were so long in sending your woman
down: and my brother persuaded Sir George you were only in jest; and
Sir George has carried him home to dinner.

And is it at Sir George's, replied Arabella, that your brother hopes to
meet with an occasion of clearing himself? He is either very insensible
of my anger, or very conscious of his own innocence.

Miss Glanville, having nothing to say in answer to an accusation she
did not understand, changed the discourse: and the two ladies passed
the rest of the day together, with tolerable good humour on Miss
Glanville's side; who was in great hopes of making a conquest of the
baronet, before whom Arabella had made herself ridiculous enough.
But that lady was far from being at ease; she had laid herself under
a necessity of banishing Mr. Glanville, if he did not give some
convincing proof of his innocence; which, as matters stood, she thought
would be very hard for him to procure; and, as she could not absolutely
believe him guilty, she was concerned she had gone so far.

Chapter VI.

_A very heroic chapter._

Mr. Glanville, coming home in the evening, a little elevated with the
wine of which he had drank too freely at Sir George's, being told the
ladies were together, entered the room where they were sitting; and,
beholding Arabella, whose pensiveness had given an enchanting softness
to her face, with a look of extreme admiration--

Upon my soul, cousin, said he, if you continue to treat me so cruelly,
you'll drive me mad. How I could adore you this moment, added he,
gazing passionately at her, if I might but hope you did not hate me!

Arabella, who did not perceive the condition he was in, was better
pleased with this address than any he had ever used; and, therefore,
instead of chiding him as she was wont, for the freedom of his
expressions, she cast her bright eyes upon the ground with so charming
a confusion, that Glanville, quite transported, threw himself on his
knees before her; and, taking her hand, attempted to press it to his
lips: but she, hastily withdrawing it--

From whence is this new boldness? said she. And what is it you would
implore by that prostrate posture? I have told you already upon what
conditions I will grant you my pardon. Clear yourself of being an
accomplice with my designed ravisher, and I am ready to restore you to
my esteem.

Let me perish, madam, returned Glanville, if I would not die to please
you, this moment!

It is not your death that I require, said she: and though you should
never be able to justify yourself in my opinion, yet you might, haply,
expiate your crime, by a less punishment than death.

What shall I do, then, my angelic cousin? resumed he.

Truly, said she, the sense of your offence ought so mortally to afflict
you, that you should invent some strange kind of penance for yourself,
severe enough to prove your penitence sincere.--You know, I suppose,
what the unfortunate Orontes did, when he found he had wronged his
adored Thalestris by an injurious suspicion.

I wish he had hanged himself! said Mr. Glanville, rising up in a
passion, at seeing her again in her altitudes.

And why, pray, sir, said Arabella, are you so severe upon that poor
prince; who was, haply, infinitely more innocent than yourself?

Severe, madam! said Glanville, fearing he had offended her: why, to be
sure, he was a sad scoundrel to use his adored Thalestris as he did:
and I think one cannot be too severe upon him.

But, returned Arabella, appearances were against her; and he had some
shadow of reason for his jealousy and rage: then, you know, amidst
all his transports, he could not be prevailed upon to draw his sword
against her.

What did that signify? said Glanville: I suppose he scorned to draw his
sword upon a woman: that would have been a shame indeed.

That woman, sir, resumed Arabella, was not such a contemptible
antagonist as you think her: and men, as valiant, possibly, as Orontes
(though, questionless, he was one of the most valiant men in the world)
have been cut in pieces by the sword of that brave Amazon.

Lord bless me! said Miss Glanville, I should be afraid to look at
such a terrible woman: I am sure she must be a very masculine sort of
creature.

You are much mistaken, miss, said Arabella: for Thalestris, though the
most stout and courageous of her sex, was, nevertheless, a perfect
beauty; and had as much harmony and softness in her looks and person,
as she had courage in her heart, and strength in her blows.

Indeed, madam, returned Miss Glanville, you can never persuade me, that
a woman who can fight, and cut people to pieces with her blows, can
have any softness in her person: she must needs have very masculine
hands, that could give such terrible blows: and I can have no notion of
the harmony of a person's looks, who, by what you say, must have the
heart of a tiger. But, indeed, I don't think there ever could be such a
woman.

What, miss! interrupted Arabella: do you pretend to doubt that there
ever was such a person as Thalestris, queen of the Amazons? Does
not all the world know the adventures of that illustrious princess;
her affection for the unjust Orontes, who accused her of having a
scandalous intrigue with Alexander, whom she went to meet with a very
different design, upon the borders of her kingdom? The injurious letter
he wrote her, upon this suspicion, made her resolve to seek for him all
over the world, to give him that death he had merited, by her own hand:
and it was in those rencounters that he had with her, while she was
thus incensed, that he forbore to defend himself against her, though
her sword was often pointed to his breast.

But, madam, interrupted Mr. Glanville, pray what became of this queen
of the Amazons? Was she not killed at the siege of Troy?--She never was
at the siege of Troy, returned Arabella: but she assisted the princes
who besieged Babylon, to recover the liberty of Statira and Parisatis:
and it was in the opposite party that she met with her faithless lover.

If he was faithless, madam, said Mr. Glanville, he deserved to die: and
I wish, with all my soul, she had cut him in pieces with that famous
sword of hers that had done such wonders.

Yet this faithless man, resumed Arabella, whom you seem to have
such an aversion to, gave so glorious a proof of his repentance and
sorrow, that the fair queen restored him to her favour, and held
him in much dearer affection than ever: for, after he was convinced
of her innocence, he was resolved to punish himself with a rigour
equal to the fault he had been guilty of; and, retiring to the woods,
abandoned for ever the society of men; dwelling in a cave, and living
upon bitter herbs, passing the days and nights in continual tears and
sorrow for his crime. And here he proposed to end his life, had not the
fair Thalestris found him out in this solitude; and, struck with the
sincerity of his repentance, pardoned him; and, as I have said before,
restored him to her favour.

And to show you, said Glanville, that I am capable of doing as much
for you, I will, if you insist upon it, seek out for some cave, and do
penance in it, like that Orontes, provided you will come and fetch me
out of it, as that same fair queen did him.

I do not require so much of you, said Arabella; for I told you before,
that, haply, you are justified already in my opinion; but yet it is
necessary you should find out some method of convincing the world of
your innocence; otherwise it is not fit I should live with you upon
terms of friendship and civility.

Well, well, madam, said Glanville, I'll convince you of my innocence,
by bringing that rascal's head to you, whom you suspect I was inclined
to assist in stealing you away.

If you do that, resumed Arabella, doubtless you will be justified in my
opinion, and the world's also; and I shall have no scruple to treat you
with as much friendship as I did before.

My brother is much obliged to you, madam, interrupted Miss Glanville,
for putting him upon an action that would cost him his life!

I have so good an opinion of your brother's valour, said Arabella, that
I am persuaded he will find no difficulty in performing his promise;
and I make no question but I shall see him covered with the spoils of
that impostor, who would have betrayed me; and I flatter myself, he
will be in a condition to bring me his head, as he bravely promises,
without endangering his own life.

Does your ladyship consider, said Miss Glanville, that my brother can
take away no person's life whatever, without endangering his own?

I consider, madam, said Arabella, your brother as a man possessed of
virtue and courage enough to undertake to kill all my enemies and
persecutors, though I had ever so many; and I presume he would be able
to perform as many glorious actions for my service, as either Juba,
Cæsario, Artamenes, or Artaban, who, though not a prince, was greater
than any of them.

If those persons you have named, said Miss Glanville, were murderers,
and made a practice of killing people, I hope my brother will be too
wise to follow their examples: a strange kind of virtue and courage
indeed, to take away the lives of one's fellow-creatures! How did such
wretches escape the gallows, I wonder?

I perceive, interrupted Arabella, what kind of apprehensions you have:
I suppose you think, if your brother was to kill my enemy, the law
would punish him for it: but pray undeceive yourself, miss. The law
has no power over heroes; they may kill as many men as they please,
without being called to any account for it; and the more lives they
take away, the greater is their reputation for virtue and glory. The
illustrious Artaban, from the condition of a private man, raised
himself to the sublimest pitch of glory by his valour; for he not only
would win half a dozen battles in a day; but, to show that victory
followed him wherever he went, he would change parties, and immediately
the vanquished became conquerors; then, returning to the side he had
quitted, changed the laurels of his former friends into chains. He
made nothing of tumbling kings from their thrones, and giving away
half a dozen crowns in a morning; for his generosity was equal to his
courage; and to this height of power did he raise himself by his sword.
Beginning at first with petty conquests, and not disdaining to oppose
his glorious arm to sometimes less than a score of his enemies; so, by
degrees, inuring himself to conquer inconsiderable numbers, he came at
last to be the terror of whole armies, who would fly at the sight of
his single sword.

This is all very astonishing indeed, said Miss Glanville. However,
I must entreat you not to insist upon my brother's quarrelling and
fighting with people, since it will be neither for your honour nor his
safety; for I am afraid, if he was to commit murder to please you, the
laws would make him suffer for it; and the world would be very free
with its censures on your ladyship's reputation, for putting him upon
such shocking crimes.

By your discourse, miss, replied Arabella, one would imagine you knew
as little in what the good reputation of a lady consists, as the safety
of a man; for certainly the one depends entirely upon his sword, and
the other upon the noise and bustle she makes in the world. The blood
that is shed for a lady enhances the value of her charms; and the more
men a hero kills, the greater his glory; and, by consequence, the more
secure he is. If to be the cause of a great many deaths can make a lady
infamous, certainly none were ever more so than Mandana, Cleopatra, and
Statira, the most illustrious names in antiquity; for each of whom,
haply, an hundred thousand men were killed: yet none were ever so
unjust as to profane the virtue of those divine beauties, by casting
any censures upon them for these glorious effects of their charms, and
the heroic valour of their admirers.

I must confess, interrupted Miss Glanville, I should not be sorry to
have a duel or two fought for me in Hyde-Park; but then I would not
have any blood shed for the world.

Glanville here interrupting his sister with a laugh, Arabella also
could not forbear smiling at the harmless kind of combats her cousin
was fond of.

But to put an end to the conversation, and the dispute which gave rise
to it, she obliged Mr. Glanville to promise to fight with the impostor
Edward, whenever he found him; and either take away his life, or force
him to confess he had no part in the design he had meditated against
her.

This being agreed upon, Arabella, conducting Miss Glanville to her
chamber, retired to her own; and passed the night with much greater
tranquillity, than she had done the preceding; being satisfied with
the care she had taken of her own glory, and persuaded that Glanville
was not unfaithful--a circumstance that was of more consequence to her
happiness than she was yet aware of.

Chapter VII.

_In which our heroine is suspected of insensibility._

While these things passed at the castle, Sir George was meditating on
the means he should use to acquire the esteem of Lady Bella, of whose
person he was a little enamoured, but of her fortune a great deal more.

By the observations he had made on her behaviour, he discovered her
peculiar turn: he was well read in romances himself, and had actually
employed himself some weeks in giving a new version of the Grand Cyrus;
but the prodigious length of the task he had undertaken terrified him
so much that he gave it over: nevertheless, he was perfectly well
acquainted with the chief characters in most of the French romances;
could tell every thing that was borrowed from them in all the new
novels that came out; and, being a very accurate critic, and a mortal
hater of Dryden, ridiculed him for want of invention, as it appeared
by his having recourse to these books for the most shining characters
and incidents in his plays. Almanzor, he would say, was the copy of the
famous Artaban in Cleopatra, whose exploits Arabella had expatiated
upon to Miss Glanville, and her brother: his admired character of
Melantha in Marriage A-la-mode, was drawn from Berissa in the Grand
Cyrus; and the story of Osmyn and Bensayda, in his Conquest of Granada,
taken from Sesostris and Timerilla in that romance.

Fraught therefore with the knowledge of all the extravagances and
peculiarities in those books, he resolved to make his addresses to
Arabella in the form they prescribed; and, not having delicacy enough
to be disgusted with the ridicule in her character, served himself with
her foible, to effect his designs.

It being necessary, in order to his better acquaintance with Arabella,
to be upon very friendly terms with Miss Glanville and her brother, he
said a thousand gallant things to one, and seemed so little offended
with the gloom he observed upon the countenance of the other, who
positively assured him, that Arabella meant only to laugh at him, when
she promised him her history, that he entreated him, with the most
obliging earnestness, to favour him with his company at his house,
where he omitted no sort of civility, to confirm their friendship and
intimacy; and persuaded him, by several little and seemingly unguarded
expressions, that he was not so great an admirer of Lady Bella, as her
agreeable cousin Miss Glanville.

Having thus secured a footing in the castle, he furnished his memory
with all the necessary rules of making love in Arabella's taste, and
deferred his next visit no longer than till the following day; but
Mr. Glanville being indisposed, and not able to see company, he knew
it would be in vain to expect to see Arabella, since it was not to be
imagined Miss Glanville could admit of a visit, her brother being ill;
and Lady Bella must be also necessarily engaged with her.

Contenting himself, therefore, with having enquired after the health
of the two ladies, he returned home, not a little vexed at his
disappointment.

Mr. Glanville's indisposition increasing every day, grew at last
dangerous enough to fill his sister with extreme apprehensions.
Arabella, keeping up to her forms, sent regularly every day to enquire
after his health; but did not offer to go into his chamber, though Miss
Glanville was almost always there.

As she conceived his sickness to be occasioned by the violence of his
passion for her, she expected some overture should be made her by his
sister, to engage her to make him a visit; such a favour being never
granted by any lady to a sick lover, till she was previously informed
her presence was necessary to hinder the increase of his distemper.

Miss Glanville would not have failed to represent to her cousin the
incivility and carelessness of her behaviour, in not deigning to come
and see her brother in his indisposition, had not Mr. Glanville,
imputing this neglect to the nicety of her notions, which he had upon
other occasions experienced, absolutely forbid her to say any thing to
her cousin upon this subject.

Miss Glanville being thus forced to silence, by the fear of giving her
brother uneasiness, Arabella was extremely disappointed to find, that,
in five days illness, no application had been made to her, either by
the sick lover, or his sister, who she thought interested herself too
little in his recovery; so that her glory obliging her to lay some
constraint upon herself, she behaved with a coolness and insensibility
that increased Miss Glanville's aversion to her, while, in reality, she
was extremely concerned for her cousin's illness; but not supposing
it dangerous, since they had not recourse to the usual remedy, of
beseeching a visit from the person whose presence was alone able to
work a cure, she resolved to wait patiently the event.

However, she never failed in her respect to Miss Glanville, whom
she visited every morning before she went to her brother; and also
constantly dined with her in her own apartment, enquiring always, with
great sweetness, concerning her brother's health; when perceiving her
in tears one day, as she came in, as usual, to dine with her, she was
extremely alarmed; and asked with great precipitation if Mr. Glanville
was worse.

He is so bad, madam, returned Miss Glanville, that I believe it will be
necessary to send for my papa, for fear he should die, and he not see
him.

Die, miss! interrupted Arabella eagerly: No, he must not die; and shall
not, if the pity of Arabella is powerful enough to make him live. Let
us go then, cousin, said she, her eyes streaming with tears; let us go
and visit this dear brother, whom you lament: haply the sight of me may
repair the evils my rigour has caused him; and since, as I imagine, he
has forborne, through the profound respect he has for me, to request
the favour of a visit, I will voluntarily bestow it on him, as well for
the affection I bear you, as because I do not wish his death.

You do not wish his death, madam! said Miss Glanville, excessively
angry at a speech, in her opinion, extremely insolent. Is it such a
mighty favour, pray, not to wish the death of my brother, who never
injured you? I am sure, your behaviour has been so extremely inhuman,
that I have repented a thousand times we ever came to the castle.

Let us not waste the time in idle reproaches, said Arabella. If my
rigour has brought your brother into this condition, my compassion
can draw him out of it: it is no more than what all do suffer, who
are possessed of a violent passion; and few lovers ever arrive to the
possession of their mistresses, without being several times brought
almost to their graves, either by their severity or some other cause.
But nothing is more easy than to work a cure in these cases; for the
very sight of the person beloved sometimes does it, as it happened
to Artamenes, when the divine Mandana condescended to visit him: a
few kind words, spoken by the fair princess of Persia to Oroondates,
recalled him from the gates of death; and one line from Parisatis's
hand, which brought a command to Lysimachus to live, made him not only
resolve, but even able, to obey her.--

Miss Glanville, quite out of patience at this tedious harangue, without
any regard to ceremony, flounced out of the room; and ran to her
brother's chamber, followed by Arabella, who imputed her rude haste to
a suspicion that her brother was worse.

Chapter VIII.

_In which we hope the reader will be differently affected._

At their entrance into the room, Miss Glanville enquired of the
physician, just going out, how he found her brother? Who replied, that
his fever was increased since last night, and that it would not (seeing
Arabella preparing to go to his bed-side) be proper to disturb him.

Saying this, he bowed, and went out; and Miss Glanville, repeating
what the physician had said, begged her to defer speaking to him till
another time.

I know, said she, that he apprehends the sight of me will cause so many
tumultuous motions in the soul of his patient, as may prove prejudicial
to him: nevertheless, since his disorder is, questionless, more in his
mind than body, I may prove, haply, a better physician than he; since I
am more likely than he, to cure an illness I have caused--

Saying this, she walked up to Mr. Glanville's bed-side, who, seeing
her, thanked her in a weak voice, for coming to see him; assuring her,
he was very sensible of the favour she did him--

You must not, said she, blushing, thank me too much, lest I think the
favour I have done you is really of more consequence than I imagined,
since it merits so many acknowledgments. Your physician tells us,
pursued she, that your life is in danger; but I persuade myself you
will value it so much from this moment, that you will not protract your
cure any longer.

Are you mad, madam, whispered Miss Glanville, who stood behind her, to
tell my brother that the physician says he is in danger? I suppose you
really wish he may die, or you would not talk so.

If, answered she, whispering again to Miss Glanville, you are not
satisfied with what I have already done for your brother, I will go as
far as modesty will permit me: and gently pulling open the curtains--

Glanville, said she, with a voice too much raised for a sick person's
ear, I grant to your sister's solicitations, what the fair Statira
did to an interest yet more powerful; since, as you know it was her
own brother, who pleaded in favour of the dying Orontes: therefore,
considering you in a condition haply no less dangerous than that of
that passionate prince, I condescend, like her, to tell you that I do
not wish your death; that I entreat you to live; and, lastly, by all
the power I have over you, I command you to recover.

Ending these words, she closed the curtain, that her transported lover
might not see her blushes and confusion, which were so great, that,
to conceal them, even from Miss Glanville, she hurried out of the
room, and retired to her own apartment, expecting in a little time,
to receive a billet, under the sick man's hand, importing, that in
obedience to her commands, he was recovered, and ready to throw himself
at her feet, to thank her for that life she had bestowed upon him, and
to dedicate the remains of it to her service.

Miss Glanville, who stayed behind her in a strange surprise at her
ridiculous behaviour, though she longed to know what her brother
thought of it, finding he continued silent, would not disturb him.
The shame he conceived at hearing so absurd a speech from a woman he
passionately loved; and the desire he had, not to hear his sister's
sentiments upon it; made him counterfeit sleep, to avoid any discourse
with her upon so disagreeable a subject.

That day his fever increased; and the next, the physician pronouncing
him in great danger, a messenger was dispatched to town, to hasten the
coming of Sir Charles; and poor Miss Glanville was quite inconsolable
under the apprehensions of losing him.

Arabella, not to derogate from her character, affected great firmness
of mind upon this occasion; she used the most persuasive eloquence to
moderate her cousin's affliction, and caused all imaginable care to be
taken of Mr. Glanville. While any one was present, her looks discovered
only a calm and decent sorrow; yet when she was alone, or had only her
dear Lucy with her, she gave free vent to her tears; and discovered a
grief for Mr. Glanville's illness little different from that she had
felt for her father's.

As she now visited him constantly every day, she took an opportunity,
when she was alone by his bed-side, to chide him for his disobedience,
in not recovering, as she had commanded him.

Dear cousin, answered he, faintly, can you imagine health is not my
choice? And do you think I would suffer these pains if I could possibly
ease myself of them?

Those pains, replied Arabella, mistaking his complaint, ought to have
ceased when the cause of them did; and when I was no longer rigorous,
you ought no longer to have suffered. But tell me, since you are,
questionless, one of the strangest men in the world, and the hardest to
be comforted; nay, and I may add, the most disobedient of all that ever
wore the fetters of love; tell me, I say, what must I do to content you?

If I live, cousin, said Glanville--

Nay, interrupted Arabella, since my empire over you is not so absolute
as I thought; and since you think fit to reserve to yourself the
liberty of dying, contrary to my desire; I think I had better resolve
not to make any treaty with you. However, as I have gone thus far, I
will do something more; and tell you, since I have commanded you to
live, I will also permit you to love me, in order to make the life I
have bestowed on you, worthy your acceptance. Make me no reply, said
she, putting her hand on his mouth; but begin from this moment to obey
me.

Saying this, she went out of the room--

A few hours after, his fever being come to a height, he grew delirious,
and talked very wildly; but a favourable crisis ensuing, he fell into a
sound and quiet sleep, and continued in it for several hours: upon his
waking, the physician declared his fever was greatly abated, and the
next morning pronounced him out of danger--

Miss Glanville, transported with joy, ran to Lady Bella, and informed
her of this good news; but as she did not make her the acknowledgments
she expected, for being the cause of his recovery, she behaved with
more reserve than Miss Glanville thought was necessary: which renewed
her former disgusts; yet, dreading to displease her brother, she
concealed it from the observation of her cousin----

Arabella, being desirous of completing her lover's cure by some more
favourable expressions, went to his chamber, accompanied by Miss
Glanville.

I see, said she, approaching to his bed-side, with an enchanting smile,
that you know how to be obedient, when you please; and I begin to know,
by the price you set upon your obedience, that small favours will not
content you.

Indeed, my dearest cousin, said Glanville, who had found her more
interested in his recovery than he expected, you have been very
obliging, and I will always most gratefully own it.

I am glad, interrupted Arabella, that gratitude is not banished from
all your family; and that that person in it for whom I have the most
sensibility is not entirely divested of it--

I hope, said Mr. Glanville, my sister has given you no cause to
complain of her.

Indeed but she has, replied Arabella; for, notwithstanding she is
obliged to me for the life of a brother, whom questionless she loves
very well; nevertheless, she did not deign to make me the least
acknowledgment for what I have done in your favour. However, Glanville,
provided you continue to observe that respect and fidelity towards
me, which I have reason to hope for from you, your condition shall be
never the worse for Miss Glanville's unacknowledging temper; and I
now confirm the grant I yesterday made you, and repeat it again; that
I permit you to love me, and promise you not to be displeased at any
testimonies you will give me of your passion, provided you serve me
with an inviolable fidelity.

But, madam, returned Mr. Glanville, to make my happiness complete, you
must also promise to love me; or else what signifies the permission you
give me to love you?

You are almost as unacknowledging as your sister, resumed Arabella,
blushing; and if your health was perfectly re-established,
questionless, I should chide you for your presumption; but since
something must be allowed to sick persons, whose reason, one may
suppose, is weakened by their indisposition, I will pardon your
indiscretion at this time, and counsel you to wait patiently for what
Heaven will determine in your favour. Therefore endeavour to merit my
affection by your respect, fidelity, and services; and hope from my
justice whatever it ought to bestow--

Ending this speech with a solemnity of accent that gave Mr. Glanville
to understand any reply would offend her, he silently kissed her fair
hand, which she held out to him; a favour, his sickness, and the terms
upon which they now were, gave him a right to expect--and, finishing
her visit for that time, left him to his repose; being extremely
pleased at the prospect of his recovery, and very well satisfied
at having so gracefully got over so great a difficulty, as that of
giving him permission to love her: for by the laws of romance, when
a lady has once given her lover that permission, she may lawfully
allow him to talk to her upon the subject of his passion, accept all
his gallantries, and claim an absolute empire over all his actions;
reserving to herself the right of fixing the time when she may own her
affection: and when that important step is taken, and his constancy
put to a few years more trial; when he has killed all his rivals, and
rescued her from a thousand dangers; she at last condescends to reward
him with her hand; and all her adventures are at an end for the future.

BOOK IV.

Chapter I.

_In which our heroine discovers her knowledge in astronomy._

Sir George, who had never missed a day, during Mr. Glanville's illness,
in sending to the castle, now he was able to see company, visited him
very frequently; and sometimes had the happiness to meet with Arabella
in his chamber; but knowing the conditions of her father's will, and
Mr. Glanville's pretensions, he was obliged to lay so much constraint
upon himself, in the presence of Miss Glanville, and her brother, that
he hardly durst trust his eyes, to express his admiration of her, for
fear of alarming them with any suspicion of his designs. However, he
did not fail to recommend himself to her esteem, by a behaviour to her
full of the most perfect respect; and very often, ere he was aware,
uttered some of the extravagant compliments that the gallants in the
French romances use to their mistresses.

If he walked with her in the gardens, he would observe that the
flowers, which were before languishing and pale, bloomed with fresh
beauty at her approach; that the sun shone out with double brightness,
to exceed if possible, the lustre of her eyes; and that the wind, fond
of kissing her celestial countenance, played with her fair hair; and,
by gentle murmurs, declared its happiness--

If Miss Glanville happened to be present, when he talked to her in this
strain, she would suppose he was ridiculing her cousin's fantastical
turn; and when she had an opportunity of speaking to him alone, would
chide him with a great deal of good humour, for giving her so much
diversion at her cousin's expense.

Sir George, improving this hint, persuaded Miss Glanville by his
answers, that he really laughed at Arabella; and, being now less
fearful of giving any suspicion to the gay coquette, since she assisted
him to deceive her, he applied himself with more assiduity than ever,
to insinuate himself into Arabella's favour.

However, the necessity he was under of being always of Arabella's
opinion sometimes drew him into little difficulties with Miss
Glanville. Knowing that young lady was extremely fond of scandal, he
told her, as a most agreeable piece of news, one afternoon when he
was there, that he had seen Miss Groves, who, he supposed, had come
into the country upon the same account as she had done a twelve-month
before. Her marriage being yet a secret, the complaisant baronet threw
out an hint or two concerning the familiarity and correspondence there
was between her and the gentleman to whom she was really secretly
married.

Miss Glanville, making the most of this intelligence, said a thousand
severe things against the unfortunate Miss Groves; which Arabella,
always benevolent and kind, could not bear.

I persuade myself, said she to her cousin, that you have been
misinformed concerning this beauty, whose misfortunes you aggravate by
your cruel censures; and whoever has given you the history of her life,
has, haply, done it with great injustice--

Why, madam, interrupted Miss Glanville, do you think you are better
acquainted with her history, as you call it, who have never been in
town, where her follies made her so remarkable, than persons who were
eye-witnesses of all her ridiculous actions?

I apprehend, said Arabella, that I who have had a relation made to me
of all the passages of her life, and have been told all her most secret
thoughts, may know as much, if not more, than persons who have lived in
the same place with her, and have not had that advantage; and I think I
know enough to vindicate her from many cruel aspersions.

Pray, madam, returned Miss Glanville, will your ladyship pretend to
defend her scandalous commerce with Mr. L----?

I know not, miss, said Arabella, why you call her intercourse with
that perjured man by so unjust an epithet. If Miss Groves be unchaste,
so was the renowned Cleopatra, whose marriage with Julius Cæsar is
controverted to this day.

And what reasons, madam, said Miss Glanville, have you for supposing
Miss Groves was married to Mr. L----, since all the world knows to the
contrary?

Very sufficient ones, said Arabella; since it is hardly possible to
suppose a young lady of Miss Groves's quality would stain the lustre
of her descent by so shameful an intrigue; and also since there are
examples enough to be found of persons who suffered under the same
unhappy circumstances as herself; yet were perfectly innocent, as was
that great queen I have mentioned; who questionless, you, sir, are
sufficiently convinced, was married to that illustrious conqueror; who,
by betraying so great and so fair a queen, in great measure tarnished
the glory of his laurels--

Married, madam! replied Sir George. Who presumes to say, that fair
queen was not married to that illustrious conqueror?

Nay, you know, sir, interrupted Arabella, many people did say, even
while she was living, that she was not married; and have branded her
memory with infamous calumnies, upon account of the son she had by
Cæsar, the brave Cæsario, who, under the name of Cleomedon, performed
such miracles of valour in Ethiopia.

I assure you, madam, said Sir George, I was always a great admirer of
the famous Cleomedon, who was certainly the greatest hero in the world.

Pardon me, sir, said Arabella; Cleomedon was, questionless, a very
valiant man; but he, and all the heroes that ever were, must give place
to the unequalled prince of Mauritania; that illustrious, and for a
long time unfortunate, lover of the divine Cleopatra, who was daughter,
as you questionless know, of the great queen we have been speaking of--

Dear heart! said Miss Glanville, what is all this to the purpose? I
would fain know, whether Sir George believes Miss Groves was ever
married to Mr. L----.

Doubtless, I do, said he; for, as Lady Bella says, she is in the same
unhappy circumstance with the great Cleopatra; and if Julius Cæsar
could be guilty of denying his marriage with that queen, I see no
reason to suppose, why Mr. L---- might not be guilty of the same kind
of injustice.

So then, interrupted Miss Glanville, reddening with spite, you will
really offer to maintain, that Miss Groves was married? Ridiculous! How
such a report would be laughed at in London!

I assure you, replied Arabella, if ever I go to London, I shall not
scruple to maintain that opinion to every one, who will mention that
fair-one to me; and use all my endeavours to confirm them in it.

Your ladyship would do well, said Miss Glanville, to persuade people,
that Miss Groves, at fifteen, did not want to run away with her
writing-master.

As I am persuaded myself, said Arabella, that writing-master was some
noble stranger in disguise, who was passionately in love with her, I
shall not suffer any body in my hearing to propagate such an unlikely
story; but since he was a person worthy of her affection, if she had
run away with him, her fault was not without example, or even excuse.
You know what the fair Artemisa did for Alexander, sir, pursued she,
turning to Sir George: I would fain know your sentiments upon the
action of that princess, which some have not scrupled to condemn--

Whoever they are, Madam, said Sir George, who condemn the fair Artemisa
for what she did for Alexander, are miscreants and slanderers; and
though that beautiful princess has been dead more than two thousand
years, I would draw my sword in defence of her character, against all
who should presume, in my presence, to cast any censures upon it.

Since you are so courageous, said Miss Glanville, laughing excessively
at this sally, which she thought was to ridicule her cousin; it is to
be hoped you will defend a living lady's character, who may thank you
for it; and make the world believe that her correspondence with Mr.
L---- was entirely innocent; and that she never had any design to run
away with her writing-master.

Are you resolved, cousin, said Lady Bella, to persist in that
ridiculous mistake, and take a nobleman for a writing-master only
because his love put him upon such a stratagem to obtain his mistress?

Indeed, Lady Bella, said Miss Glanville, smiling, you may as well
persuade me the moon is made of a cream cheese, as that any nobleman
turned himself into a writing-master, to obtain Miss Groves--

Is it possible, miss, said Arabella, that you can offer such an affront
to my understanding, as to suppose I would argue upon such a ridiculous
system, and compare the second glorious luminary of the heavens to so
unworthy a resemblance? I have taken some pains to contemplate the
heavenly bodies; and, by reading and observation, am able to comprehend
some part of their excellence: therefore it is not probable I should
descend to such trivial comparisons; and liken a planet, which, haply,
is not much less than our earth, to a thing so inconsiderable as that
you name--

Pardon me, dear cousin, interrupted Miss Glanville, laughing louder
than before, if I divert myself a little with the extravagance of your
notions. Really, I think you have no reason to be angry if I supposed
you might make a comparison between the moon and a cream cheese; since
you say that same moon, which don't appear broader than your gardener's
face, is not much less than the whole world. Why, certainly, I have
more reason to trust my own eyes than such whimsical notions as these.

Arabella, unwilling to expose her cousin's ignorance by a longer
dispute upon this subject, begged her to let it drop for the present;
and, turning to Sir George, I am very glad, said she, that having
always had some inclination to excuse, and even defend, the flight of
Artemisa with Alexander, my opinion is warranted by that of a person
so generous as yourself. Indeed, when we consider that this princess
forsook her brother's dominions, and fled away with a lover whom she
did not hate; questionless her enemies accuse her, with some appearance
of reason, of too great imbecility.

But, madam, replied Sir George, her enemies will not take the pains to
examine her reasons for this conduct--

True, sir, resumed Arabella; for she was in danger of seeing a prince,
who loved her, put to a cruel and infamous death upon a public
scaffold; and she did not resolve to fly with him, till all her tears
and prayers were found ineffectual to move the king her brother to
mercy.

Though, replied Sir George, I am extremely angry with the indiscreet
Cepio, who discovered Alexander to the Armenian king; yet what does
your ladyship think of that gallant action of his, when he saw him upon
the scaffold, and the executioner ready to cut off his head? How brave
it was of him, to pass undauntedly through the prodigious number of
guards that environed the scaffold; and, with his drawn sword, run the
executioner through the body, in the sight of them all! Then giving the
prince another sword, engage more than two thousand men in his defence!

Questionless, replied Arabella, it was a glorious action; and when I
think how the king of Armenia was enraged to see such a multitude of
soldiers fly from the swords of two men, I cannot choose but divert
myself with the consternation he was in: yet that was nothing to the
horrible despair which tormented him afterwards, when he found that
Alexander, after being again taken and imprisoned, had broken his
chains, and carried away with him the princess Artimesa his sister.

Chapter II.

_In which a very pleasing conversation is left unfinished._

As Arabella was in this part of her discourse, a servant came to inform
her that Sir Charles Glanville was just alighted. Upon which Miss
Glanville flew to receive her father; and Arabella, walking a little
slower after her, gave Sir George an opportunity of holding a little
longer conversation with her.

I dare believe, madam, said he, when you read the story of the
unfortunate Alexander, your fair eyes did not refuse to shed some tears
at the barbarous and shameful death he was going to suffer: yet I
assure you, melancholy as his situation was, it was also very glorious
for him, since he had the sublime satisfaction of dying for the person
he adored; and had the ravishing pleasure to know, that his fate would
draw tears from that lovely princess, for whom he sacrificed his life.
Such a condition, madam, ought to be envied rather than pitied; for,
next to the happiness of possessing the person one adores, certainly
the glory of dying for her is most to be coveted.

Arabella, pleasingly surprised to hear language so conformable to her
own ideas, looked for a moment upon the baronet with a most enchanting
complacency in her eyes--

It must be confessed, sir, says she, that you speak very rationally
upon these matters; and by the tenderness and generosity of your
sentiments, you give me cause to believe that your heart is
prepossessed with some object worthy of inspiring them.

Sir George, seeming as if he struggled to suppress a sigh; You are in
the right, madam, said he, to suppose, that if my heart be prepossessed
with any object, it is with one who is capable of inspiring a very
sublime passion; and I assure you, if ever it submits to any fetters,
they shall be imposed on me by the fairest person in the world--

Since love is not voluntary, replied Arabella, smiling, it may happen,
that your heart may be surprised by a meaner beauty, than such a one
as you describe: however, as a lover has always an extraordinary
partiality for the beloved object, it is probable what you say may come
to pass; and you may be in love with the fairest person in the world,
in your own opinion.

They were now so near the house, that Sir George could reply no other
ways than by a very passionate glance, which Arabella did not observe,
being in haste to pay her respects to her uncle, whom she met just
going to Mr. Glanville. Her looks were directed to him. Sir Charles
saluting her with great affection, they all went into Mr. Glanville's
chamber, who received his father with the utmost respect and
tenderness; extremely regretting the trouble he had been at in taking a
journey to the castle upon his account; and gently blaming his sister
for her precipitancy in alarming him so soon.

Sir Charles, extremely overjoyed to find him so well recovered, would
not allow him to blame Miss Glanville for what she had done; but
addressing himself to his niece, he thanked her for the care she had
taken of Mr. Glanville, in very obliging terms.

Arabella could not help blushing at her uncle's compliment, supposing
he thanked her for having restored her cousin to his health.

I assure you, sir, said she, Mr. Glanville is less obliged to my
commands, than to the goodness of his constitution, for his recovery;
and herein he was not so obedient as many persons I could name to him.

Mr. Glanville, willing to prevent the company's observation upon this
speech, began to acquaint his father with the rise and progress of his
distemper: but though the old gentleman listened with great attention
to his son while he was speaking; yet, not having lost a word of what
Arabella had said, as soon as he was done he turned to his niece,
and asked her how she could be so unjust as to accuse his son of
disobedience, because he did not recover when she commanded him? Why,
madam, added he, you want to carry your power farther then ever any
beauty did before you; since you pretend to make people sick and well
whenever you please.

Really, sir, replied Arabella, I pretend to no more power than what I
presume all others of my sex have upon the like occasions; and since
nothing is more common than for a gentleman, though ever so sick, to
recover in obedience to the commands of that person who has an absolute
power over his life, I conceive I have a right to think myself injured,
if Mr. Glanville, contrary to mine, had thought proper to die--

Since, said the old gentleman, smiling, my son has so well obeyed your
commands in recovering his health, I shall tremble, lest in obedience
to a contrary command of yours, he should die, and deprive me of an
heir; a misfortune which, if it should happen, I should place to your
account.

I assure you, sir, said Arabella, very gravely, I have too great an
esteem for Mr. Glanville, to condemn him to so severe a punishment as
death for light offences; and since it is not very probable that he
will ever commit such crimes against me, as can be only expiated by
his death; such as infidelity, disobedience, and the like, you have no
reason to fear such a misfortune by my means--

Alas! replied Sir George, you beauties make very nice distinctions in
these cases; and think, if you do not directly command your lovers to
die, you are no ways accountable for their death. And when a lover,
as it often happens, dies through despair of ever being able to make
himself beloved; or, being doomed to banishment, or silence, falls into
a fever, from which nothing but kindness can recover him; and, that
being denied, he patiently expires; I say, when these things happen, as
they certainly do every day; how can you hold yourselves guiltless of
their deaths, which are apparently occasioned either by your scorn or
insensibility?

Sir Charles and Miss Glanville were extremely diverted at this speech
of Sir George's; and Mr. Glanville, though he would have wished he had
been rallying any other person's follies than his cousin's, yet could
not help smiling at the solemn accent in which he delivered himself--

Arabella, mightily pleased with his manner of talking, was resolved to
furnish him with more occasions of diverting the company at her expense.

I see, answered she, you are one of those persons who call a just
decorum, which all ladies, who love glory as they ought to do, are
obliged to preserve, by the name of severity: but pray, what would
you have a lady do, whom an importunate lover presumes to declare
his passion to? You know it is not permitted us to listen to such
discourses; and you know also, whoever is guilty of such an offence,
merits a most rigorous punishment: moreover, you find, that when a
sentence of banishment or silence is pronounced upon them, these
unhappy criminals are so conscious of the justice of their doom, that
they never murmur against their judge who condemns them; and therefore,
whatever are their fates in consequence of that anger they have
incurred, the ladies, thus offended, ought not to be charged with it as
any cruel exertion of their power.

Such eloquence as yours, madam, replied Sir George, might defend things
yet more unjustifiable. However, you must give me leave, as being
interested in the safety of my sex, still to be of opinion, that no man
ought to be hated because he adores a beautiful object, and consecrates
all his moments to her service.

Questionless, resumed Arabella, he will not be hated, while, out of the
respect and reverence he bears her, he carefully conceals his passion
from her knowledge; but as soon as ever he breaks through the bounds
which that respect prescribes him, and lets her understand his true
sentiments, he has reason to expect a most rigorous sentence, since he
certainly, by that presumption, has greatly deserved it.

If the ladies, replied Sir George, were more equitable, and would make
some distinction between those who really love them in a passionate
and respectful silence, and others who do not feel the power of their
charms, they might spare themselves the trouble of hearing what so
mortally offends them: but when a lady sees a man every day, who, by
his looks, sighs, and solicitude to please her, by his numberless
services, and constant attendance on her, makes it evident that
his soul is possessed with a violent passion for her; I say, when
a lady sees, and yet will not see, all this, and persists in using
a passionate adorer with all the indifference due to a man wholly
insensible of the power of her charms; what must he do in such a
mortifying situation, but make known his torments to her that occasions
them, in order to prevail upon her to have some sense of what he does
and feels hourly for her sake?

But since he gains nothing by the discovery of his passion, resumed
Arabella; but, on the contrary, loses the advantages he was before
possessed of, which were very great, since he might see and discourse
with his mistress every day; and, haply, have the honour to do her
a great many petty services, and receive some of her commands; all
these advantages he loses when he declares he loves: and, truly, I
think a man who is so unwise as to hazard a certain happiness for a
very improbable hope, deserves to be punished, as well for his folly
as presumption; and, upon both these accounts, banishment is not too
rigorous a sentence.

Chapter III.

_Definition of love and beauty. The necessary qualities of a hero and
heroine._

Though, replied Mr. Glanville, you are very severe in the treatment
you think it necessary our sex should receive from yours; yet I wish
some of our town-beauties were, if not altogether of your opinion, yet
sufficiently so as to make it not a slavery for a man to be in their
company; for unless one talks of love to these fair coquettes the
whole time one is with them, they are quite displeased, and look upon
a man who can think any thing, but themselves, worthy his thoughts or
observation, with the utmost contempt. How often have you and I, Sir
George, pursued he, pitied the condition of the few men of sense, who
are sometimes among the crowd of beaux who attend the two celebrated
beauties to all places of polite diversion in town? For those ladies
think it a mortal injury done to their charms, if the men about them
have eyes or ears for any object but their faces, or any sound but that
of their voices: so that the connoisseurs in music, who attend them
to Ranelagh, must stop their ears, like Ulysses, when the siren Frasi
sings; and the wits who gallant them to the side-box, must lay a much
greater constraint upon themselves, in order to resist the soul-moving
Garrick; and appear insensible while he is upon the stage.

Upon my soul, added Sir George (forgetting the character he assumed)
when I have seen some persons of my acquaintance talking to the eldest
of these ladies, while one of Congreve's comedies has been acting; his
face quite turned from the stage, and hers overspread with an eternal
smile; her fine eyes sometimes lifted up in a beautiful surprise, and
a little enchanting giggle half hid with her fan; in spite of their
inattention, I have been ready to imagine, he was entertaining her with
remarks upon the play, which she was judicious enough to understand.
And yet I have afterwards been informed by himself, that nothing was
less in their thoughts; and all that variety in her face, and that
extreme seeming earnestness in his discourse, was occasioned by the
most trifling subjects imaginable: he perhaps had been telling her, how
the sight of her squirrel, which peeped out of her pocket, surprised
some ladies she was visiting; and what they said upon her fondness
for it, when she was gone; blaming them at the same time for their
want of delicacy, in not knowing how to set a right value upon such
pleasing animals. Hence proceeded her smiles, the lifting up of her
eyes, the half-stifled laugh, and all the pretty gestures that appeared
so wonderfully charming to all those who did not hear their discourse:
and it is upon such trifles as these, or else on the inexhaustible
subject of their charms, that all who are ambitious of being near these
miracles, are under a necessity of talking.

And pray, interrupted Arabella, what subjects afford matter for a more
pleasing variety of conversation, than those of beauty and love? Can
we speak of any object so capable of delighting as beauty, or of any
passion of the mind more sublime and pleasing than love?

With submission, madam, said Glanville, I conceive, all that can be
said either of beauty, or of love, may be comprised in a very few
words. All who have eyes, and behold true beauty, will be ready to
confess it is a very pleasing object; and all that can be said of
it may be said in a very few words; for when we have run over the
catalogue of charms, and mentioned fine eyes, fine hair, delicate
complexion, regular features, and an elegant shape, we can only add a
few epithets more, such as lovely, dangerous, enchanting, irresistible,
and the like; and every thing that can be said of beauty is exhausted.
And so likewise it is with love: we know that Admiration precedes
it, that Beauty kindles it, Hope keeps it alive, and Despair puts an
end to it; and that subject may be as soon discussed as the other,
by the judicious use of proper words; such as wounds, darts, fires,
languishings, dyings, torture, rack, jealousy, and a few more of no
signification but upon this subject.

Certainly, sir, said Arabella, you have not well considered what you
say, since you maintain that love and beauty are subjects easily and
quickly discussed. Take the pains, I beseech you, to reflect a little
upon those numerous and long conversations, which these subjects
have given rise to in Clelia, and the Grand Cyrus, where the most
illustrious and greatest personages in the world manage the disputes;
and the agreeable diversity of their sentiments on those heads affords
a most pleasing and rational entertainment. You will there find, that
the greatest conquerors, and heroes of invincible valour, reason
with the most exact and scrupulous nicety upon love and beauty; the
superiority of fair and brown hair controverted by warriors with as
much eagerness as they dispute for victory in the field; and the
different effects of that passion upon different hearts defined with
the utmost accuracy and eloquence.

I must own, interrupted Sir Charles, I should have but a mean opinion
of those warriors, as you call them, who could busy themselves in
talking of such trifles; and be apt to imagine such insignificant
fellows, who could wrangle about the colour of their mistress's hair,
would be the first to turn their backs upon the enemy in battle.

Is it possible, sir, resumed Arabella, glowing with indignation,
that you can entertain such unworthy thoughts of heroes, who merit
the admiration and praise of all ages for their inestimable valour,
whom the spears of a whole army opposed to each of their single
swords would not oblige to fly? What think you, sir, pursued she,
looking at Sir George, of the injurious words my uncle has uttered
against those heroic princes, whose courage, I believe, you are as
well acquainted with as myself? The great Oroondates, the invincible
Artaban, the valiant and fortunate Artamenes, the irresistible Juba,
the incomparable Cleomedon, and an hundred other heroes I could name,
are all injured by this unjust assertion of my uncle; since certainly
they were not more famous for their noble and wonderful actions in war,
than for the sublimity and constancy of their affections in love.

Some of these heroes you have named, replied Sir George, had the
misfortune, even in their lives, to be very cruelly vilified. The great
Oroondates was a long time accused of treachery to his divine princess;
the valiant and unfortunate Artamenes was suspected of inconstancy; and
the irresistible Juba reproached with infidelity and baseness, by both
his mistress and friend.

I never knew you was so well acquainted with these persons, interrupted
Mr. Glanville; and I fancy it is but very lately that you have given
yourself the trouble to read romances.

I am not of your opinion, said Arabella. Sir George, questionless, has
appropriated great part of his time to the perusal of those books,
so capable of improving him in all useful knowledge; the sublimity
of love, and the quintessence of valour; which two qualities, if
possessed in a superlative degree, form a true and perfect hero, as
the perfection of beauty, wit, and virtue, make a heroine worthy to be
served by such an illustrious personage. And I dare say Sir George has
profited so much by the great examples of fidelity and courage he has
placed before his eyes, that no consideration whatever could make him
for one moment fail in his constancy to the divine beauty he adores;
and, inspired by her charms, he would scorn to turn his back, as my
uncle phrases it, upon an army of an hundred thousand men.

I am extremely obliged to you, madam, said Sir George, bowing his head
to the ground to hide a smile he could not possibly restrain, for the
good opinion you have of my courage and fidelity.

As for Sir George's courage, cousin, said Mr. Glanville, laughing,
I never disputed it: and though it be indeed a very extraordinary
exertion of it, to fight singly against an army of an hundred thousand
men; yet since you are pleased to think it probable, I am as willing to
believe Sir George may do it as any other man; but, as for his fidelity
in matters of love, I greatly suspect it, since he has been charged
with some very flagrant crimes of that nature.

How, sir! resumed Arabella. Have you ever been faithless then? And,
after having sworn, haply, to devote your whole life to the service of
some beauty, have you ever violated your oaths, and been base enough to
forsake her?

I have too much complaisance, madam, said Sir George, to contradict Mr.
Glanville, who has been pleased positively to assert, that I have been
faithless, as you most unkindly phrase it.

Nay, sir, replied Arabella, this accusation is not of a nature to be
neglected; and though a king should say it, I conceive, if you are
innocent, you have a right to contradict him, and clear yourself. Do
you consider how deeply this assertion wounds your honour and happiness
for the future? What lady, think you, will receive your services,
loaded as you are with the terrible imputation of inconstancy?

Oh! as for that, madam, said Miss Glanville, I believe no lady will
think the worse of Sir George for being faithless. For my part, I
declare nothing pleases me so much, as gaining a lover from another
lady; which is a greater compliment to one's beauty, then the addresses
of a man that never was in love before--

You may remember, cousin, replied Arabella, that I said once before,
your spirit and humour resembled a certain great princess very much;
and I repeat it again, never was there a greater conformity in tempers
and inclinations.

My daughter, said Sir Charles, is mightily obliged to you, Lady Bella,
for comparing her to a great princess: undoubtedly you mean it as a
compliment.

If you think, said Arabella, that barely comparing her to a princess be
a compliment, I must take the liberty to differ from you. My cousin is
not so many degrees below a princess, as that such a comparison should
be thought extraordinary: for if her ancestors did not wear a crown,
they might, haply, have deserved it; and her beauty may one day procure
her a servant, whose sword, like that of the great Artaban, may win her
a sceptre; who, with a noble confidence, told his princess, when the
want of a crown was objected to him, "I wear a sword, madam, that can
perform things more difficult than what you require; and if a crown be
all that I want to make me worthy of you, tell me what kingdom in the
world you choose to reign in, and I will lay it at your feet."

That was a promise, replied Sir George, fit only for the great Artaban
to make: but, madam, if you will permit me to make any comparison
between that renowned warrior and myself, I would venture to tell you,
that even the great Artaban was not exempted from the character of
inconstancy any more than myself, since, as you certainly know, he was
in love with three great princesses successively.

I grant you, replied Arabella, that Artaban did wear the chains of
three princesses successively; but it must also be remembered, in
his justification, that the two first of these beauties refused his
adorations, and treated him with contempt, because he was not a prince:
therefore, recovering his liberty, by those disdains they cast on him,
he preserved that illustrious heart from despair, to tender it with
more passionate fidelity to the divine princess of the Parthians; who,
though greatly their superior in quality and beauty, did permit him
to love her. However, I must confess, I find something like levity in
the facility he found in breaking his fetters so often; and when I
consider, that among all those great heroes, whose histories I have
read, none but himself ever bore, without dying, the cruelties he
experienced from those princesses, I am sometimes tempted to accuse
him myself of inconstancy: but indeed every thing we read of that
prodigy of valour is wholly miraculous; and since the performance of
impossibilities was reserved for him, I conclude this miracle also,
among many others, was possible to him, whom nothing was ever able to
resist upon earth. However, pursued she, rising, I shall not absolutely
condemn you, till I have heard your adventures from your own mouth, at
a convenient time, when I shall be able to judge how far you merit the
odious appellation of inconstancy.

Saying this, she saluted her uncle, who had for some time been
conversing in a low voice with his son, with a grace wholly charming,
and retired to her apartment. Miss Glanville following her a few
moments after, (the compliment, extravagant as it was, which she
had paid her, having procured her some good will from the vain and
interested Miss Glanville), they conversed together with a great deal
of good humour till dinner-time, which, because Mr. Glanville was not
absolutely recovered, was served in his chamber.

Chapter IV.

_In which our heroine is engaged in a new adventure._

As Mr. Glanville took a great deal of pains to turn the discourse upon
subjects on which the charming Arabella could expatiate, without any
mixture of that absurdity which mingled itself in a great many others;
the rest of that day, and several others, were passed very agreeably:
at the end of which, Mr. Glanville being perfectly recovered, and able
to go abroad, the baronet proposed to take the diversion of hunting;
which Arabella, who was used to it, consented to partake of; but being
informed that Miss Glanville could not ride, and chose to stay at home,
she would have kept her company, had not Sir Charles insisted upon the
contrary.

As Sir George, and some other gentlemen, had invited themselves to be
of the party; Arabella, on her coming down to mount her horse, found a
great many young gallants ready to offer her their assistance upon this
occasion: accepting therefore, with great politeness, this help from a
stranger, who was nearest her, she mounted her horse, giving occasion
to every one that was present, to admire the grace with which she sat
and managed him. Her shape being as perfect as any shape could possibly
be, her riding-habit discovered all its beauties: her hat, and the
white feather waving over part of her fine black hair, gave a peculiar
charm to her lovely face; and she appeared with so many advantages
in this dress and posture, that Mr. Glanville, forgetting all her
absurdities, was wholly lost in the contemplation of so many charms, as
her whole person was adorned with.

Sir George, though he really admired Arabella, was not so passionately
in love as Mr. Glanville; and, being a keen sportsman, eagerly pursued
the game, with the rest of the hunters; but Mr. Glanville minded
nothing but his cousin, and kept close by her.

After having rode a long time, Arabella, conceiving it a piece of
cruelty not to give her lover an opportunity of talking to her, as,
by his extreme solicitude, he seemed ardently to desire, coming to a
delightful valley, she stopped; and told Mr. Glanville, that being
weary of the chase, she should alight, and repose herself a little
under the shade of those trees.

Mr. Glanville, extremely pleased at this proposition, dismounted; and,
having helped her to alight, seated himself by her on the grass.

Arabella, expecting he would begin to talk to her of his passion,
could not help blushing at the thoughts of having given him such an
opportunity; and Mr. Glanville, endeavouring to accommodate himself to
her ideas of a lover, expressed himself in terms extravagant enough to
have made a reasonable woman think he was making a jest of her: all
which, however, Arabella was extremely pleased with; and she observed
such a just decorum in her answers, that, as the writers of romance
phrase it, if she did not give him any absolute hopes of being beloved,
yet she said enough to make him conclude she did not hate him.

They had conversed in this manner near a quarter of an hour,
when Arabella, perceiving a man at a little distance, walking
very composedly, shrieked out aloud; and, rising with the utmost
precipitation, flew from Mr. Glanville, and went to untie her horse;
while his astonishment being so great at her behaviour, that he could
not, for a moment or two, ask her the cause of her fear--

Do you not see, said she, out of breath with the violence of her
apprehensions, the person who is coming towards us? It is the same,
who, some months ago, attempted to carry me away, when I was riding
out with only two attendants: I escaped for that time the danger that
threatened me; but, questionless, he comes now to renew his attempts:
therefore can you wonder at my fear?

If it should be as you say, madam, interrupted Glanville, what reason
have you to fear? Do you not think I am able to defend you?

Ah! without doubt, you are able to defend me, answered she; and though,
if you offer to resist the violence he comes to use against me, he
will, haply, call two or three dozen armed men to his assistance, who
are, I suppose, concealed hereabouts, yet I am not apprehensive, that
you will be worsted by them. But as it happened to the brave Juba, and
Cleomedon, while they were fighting with some hundred men, who wanted
to carry away their princesses before their faces; and were giving
death at every blow, in order to preserve them; the commander of these
ravishers, seeing the two princesses sitting, as I was, under a tree,
ordered them to be seized by two of his men, and carried away, while
the two princes were losing best part of their blood in their defence:
therefore, to prevent such an accident happening, while you are
fighting for my rescue, I think it will be the safest way for me to get
on horseback, that I may be in a condition to escape; and that you may
not employ your valour to no purpose.

Saying this, having, with Mr. Glanville's assistance, loosed her horse
from the tree, he helped her to mount, and then remounted his own.

Your antagonist, said Arabella, is on foot; and therefore, though I
prize your life extremely, yet I cannot dispense with myself from
telling you, that it is against the laws of knighthood to take any
advantage of that kind over your enemy; nor will I permit your concern
for my safety to make you forget what you owe to your own reputation.

Mr. Glanville, fretting excessively at her folly, begged her not to
make herself uneasy about things that were never likely to happen.

The gentleman yonder, added he, seems to have no designs to make any
attempt against you: if he should, I shall know how to deal with him;
but, since he neither offers to assault me nor affront you, I think we
ought not to give him any reason to imagine we suspect him, by gazing
on him thus; and letting him understand by your manner, that he is the
subject of our conversation. If you please, madam, we will endeavour to
join our company.

Arabella, while he was speaking, kept her eyes fixed upon his face,
with looks which expressed her thoughts were labouring upon some very
important point; and, after a pause of some moments, Is it possible,
said she, with a tone of extreme surprise, that I should be so mistaken
in you? Do you really want courage enough to defend me against that
ravisher?

Oh heavens! madam, interrupted Glanville, try not my temper thus:
courage enough to defend you! 'Sdeath! you will make me mad! Who, in
the name of wonder, is going to molest you?

He whom you see there, replied Arabella, pointing to him with her
finger: for know, cold and insensible as thou art to the danger which
threatens me, yonder knight is thy rival, and a rival, haply, who
deserves my esteem better than thou dost; since, if he has courage
enough to get me by violence into his power, that same courage would
make him defend me against any injuries I might be offered from
another. And since nothing is so contemptible in the eyes of a woman,
as a lover who wants spirit to die in her defence; know, I can sooner
pardon him, whom thou would cowardly fly from, for the violence which
he meditates against me, than thyself for the pusillanimity thou hast
betrayed in my sight.

With these words she galloped away from her astonished lover; who,
not daring to follow her, for fear of increasing her suspicions of
his cowardice, flung himself off his horse in a violent rage; and,
forgetting that the stranger was observing, and now within hearing, he
fell a-cursing and exclaiming against the books that had turned his
cousin's brain; and railing at his own ill fate that condemned him to
the punishment of loving her. Mr. Hervey (for it really was he, whom
an affair of consequence had brought again into the country) hearing
some of Mr. Glanville's last words, and observing the gestures he used,
concluded he had been treated like himself by Arabella, whom he knew
again at a distance: therefore coming up to Mr. Glanville, laughing--

Though I have not the honour of knowing you, sir, said he, I must
beg the favour you will inform me, if you are not disturbed at the
ridiculous folly of the lady I saw with you just now? She is the must
fantastical creature that ever lived, and, in my opinion, fit for a
mad-house. Pray, are you acquainted with her?

Mr. Glanville, being in a very ill humour, could not brook the freedom
of this language against his cousin, whose follies he could not bear
any one should rail at but himself; and being provoked at his sneers,
and the interruption he had given to their conversation, he looked upon
him with a disdainful frown, and told him in an haughty tone, that he
was very impertinent to speak of a lady of her quality and merit so
rudely.

Oh! sir, I beg your pardon, replied Mr. Hervey, laughing more than
before. What, I suppose you are the champion of this fair lady! But, I
assure myself, if you intend to quarrel with every one that will laugh
at her, you will have more business upon your hands than you can well
manage.

Mr. Glanville, transported with rage at this insolence, hit him such a
blow with the butt-end of his whip, that it stunned him for a moment;
but recovering himself, he drew his sword, and, mad with the affront
he had received, made a push at Glanville; who, avoiding it with great
dexterity, had recourse to his hanger for his defence.

Arabella, in the mean time, who had not rid far, concealing herself
behind some trees, saw all the actions of her lover, and intended
ravisher; and being possessed with an opinion of her cousin's
cowardice, was extremely rejoiced to see him fall upon his enemy first,
and that with so much fury, that she had no longer any reason to doubt
his courage. Her suspicions therefore being removed, her tenderness for
him returned; and when she saw them engaged with their swords (for, at
that distance, she did not plainly perceive the difference of their
weapons), her apprehensions for her cousin were so strong, that though
she did not doubt his valour, she could not bear to see him expose his
life for her; and without making any reflections upon the singularity
of her design, she was going to ride up to them, and endeavour to
part them; when she saw several men come towards them, whom she took
to be the assistants of her ravisher, though they were, in reality,
haymakers; who, at a distance, having seen the beginning of their
quarrel, had hastened to part them.

Terrified, therefore, at this reinforcement, which she thought would
expose her cousin to great danger, she galloped with all speed after
the hunters, being directed by the sound of the horn. Her anxiety for
her cousin made her regardless of her own danger, so that she rode
with a surprising swiftness; and, overtaking the company, she would
have spoken to tell them of her cousin's situation: when her spirits
failing her, she could only make a sign with her hand, and sunk down
in a swoon, in the arms of Sir George, who eagerly galloped up to her;
and, supporting her as well as he was able till some others came to her
relief, they took her off her horse, and placed her upon the ground;
when, by the help of some water they brought from a spring near them,
in a little time she came to herself.

Sir Charles, who, seeing her come up to them without his son, and by
her fainting, concluded some misfortune had happened to him, the moment
she opened her eyes, asked her eagerly where he was.

Your son, said Arabella, sighing, with a valour equal to that of the
brave Cleomedon, is this moment fighting in my defence against a crowd
of enemies; and is, haply, shedding the last drop of his blood in my
quarrel.

Shedding the last drop of his blood, _haply!_ interrupted Sir Charles,
excessively grieved; and not a little enraged at Arabella, supposing
she had introduced him into some quarrel: it may be _happy_ for you,
madam; but I am sure it will make me very miserable, if my son comes to
any harm.

If it be the will of Heaven he should fall in this combat, resumed
Arabella, he can never have a more glorious destiny; and as that
consideration will, doubtless, sweeten his last moments, so it ought to
be your consolation. However, I beg you'll lose no time, but haste to
his assistance; for since he has a considerable number of enemies to
deal with, it is not improbable but he may be overpowered at last.

Where did you leave my son, madam? cried Sir Charles, eagerly.

He is not far off, replied Arabella: and you will doubtless be directed
to the place, by the sight of the blood of his enemies which he has
spilt. Go that way, pursued she, pointing with her finger towards the
place where she had left her cousin: there you will meet with him,
amidst a crowd of foes, whom he is sacrificing to my safety, and his
just resentment.

Sir Charles, not knowing what to think, galloped away, followed by most
part of the company; Sir George telling Lady Bella that he would stay
to defend her against any attempts that might be made on her liberty,
by any of her ravisher's servants, who were, probably, straggling
about. Arabella, however, being perfectly recovered, insisted upon
following her uncle.

There is no question, said she, but Mr. Glanville is victorious. I am
only apprehensive for the dangerous wounds he may have received in the
combat, which will require all our care and assistance.

Sir George, who wanted to engross her company a little to himself, in
vain represented to her, that, amidst the horrors of a fight so bloody
as that must certainly be, in which Mr. Glanville and his friends would
be now engaged, it would be dangerous for her to venture her person:
yet she would not be persuaded; but, having mounted her horse, with
his assistance, she rode as fast as she was able after the rest of the
company.

Chapter V.

_Being a chapter of mistakes._

Sir Charles, who, by this time, had got to the place she directed him
to, but saw no appearance of fighting, and only a few haymakers in
discourse together, enquired if there had been any quarrel between two
gentlemen in that place?

One of them, at this question, advancing, told Sir Charles, that two
gentlemen had quarrelled there, and were fighting with swords; but that
they had parted them: and that one of them, having an horse tied to a
tree, mounted him and rode away: that the other, they believed, was not
far off; and that there had been no blood shed, they having come time
enough to prevent it.

Sir Charles was extremely satisfied with this account; and giving the
haymakers some money for the good office they did in parting the two
combatants, rode up to meet Lady Bella, and informed her that his son
was safe.

I cannot imagine he is safe, replied she, when I see some of his
enemies (pointing to the haymakers) still alive. It is not customary,
in those cases, to suffer any to escape: and, questionless, my cousin
is either dead, or a prisoner, since all his adversaries are not
vanquished.

Why, you dream, madam, replied Sir Charles: those fellows yonder are
haymakers. What should make them enemies to my son? They were lucky
enough to come in time to prevent him and another gentleman from
doing each other a mischief. I cannot imagine for what reason my son
quarrelled with that person they speak of: perhaps you can inform me?

Certainly, sir, said Arabella, I can inform you, since I was the cause
of their quarrel. The story is too long to tell you now; and, besides,
it is so connected with the other accidents of my life, that it is
necessary you should be acquainted with my whole history, in order to
comprehend it. But if those persons are what you say, and did really
part my cousin and his antagonist, truly I believe they have done him
a very ill office: for, I am persuaded, my cousin will never be at
rest, till, by his rival's death, he has freed himself from one capable
of the most daring enterprises to get me into his power: and since I
cannot be in security while he lives, and persists in the resolution he
has taken to persecute me, it had been better if he had suffered all
the effects of my cousin's resentment at that time, than to give him
the trouble to hunt him through the world, in order to sacrifice him to
the interest of his love and vengeance.

Sir Charles, no less astonished than alarmed at this discovery of his
niece's sanguinary sentiments, told her, he was sorry to see a lady so
far forget the gentleness of her sex, as to encourage and incite men to
such extremities upon her account. And for the future, added he, I must
entreat you, niece, to spare me the affliction of seeing my son exposed
to these dangerous quarrels: for, though his life is so little regarded
by you, yet it is of the utmost consequence to me.

Arabella, who found matter sufficient in the beginning of this speech,
to be offended with her uncle, yet, mistaking the latter part of it for
a pathetic complaint of her cruelty, replied very gravely, that her
cousin's safety was not so indifferent to her as he imagined; and that
she did not hate him so much but that his death would affect her very
sensibly.

Arabella, in speaking these words, blushed with shame, as thinking they
were rather too tender; and Sir Charles, who coloured likewise, from
a very different motive, was opening his mouth to tell her, that he
did not think his son was much obliged to her for not hating him; when
Arabella, supposing he designed to press her to a further explanation
of the favourable sentiments she felt for Mr. Glanville, stopped him
with precipitation. Press me no more, said she, upon this subject: and,
as I have already spoken too much, haply, before so many witnesses,
seek not to enhance my confusion, by prolonging a discourse that at
present must needs be disagreeable to me.

I shall readily agree with you, madam, replied Sir Charles, that you
have spoken too much: and, if I had thought you capable of speaking in
the manner you have done, I would have been more cautious in giving you
an occasion for it.

I should imagine, sir, said Arabella, blushing with anger, as she
before did with shame, that you would be the last person in the world
who could think I had spoken too much upon this occasion; and since you
are pleased to tell me so, I think it fit to let you know, that I have
not, in my opinion, transgressed the laws of decency and decorum, in
what I have said in my cousin's favour; and I can produce many examples
of greater freedom of speech, in princesses, and ladies of the highest
quality. However, I shall learn such a lesson of moderation in this
respect, from your reproof, that I promise you, neither yourself or Mr.
Glanville shall have any cause, for the future, to complain of my want
of discretion.

Sir Charles, who was very polite and good-natured, was half angry
with himself, for having obliged his niece to such a submission, as
he thought it; and, apologizing for the rudeness of his reprehension,
assured her that he was perfectly convinced of her discretion in all
things; and did not doubt but her conduct would be always agreeable to
him.

Arabella, who, from what her uncle had said, began to entertain
suspicions that would never have entered any imagination but hers,
looked earnestly upon him for half a moment, as if she wished to
penetrate into the most secret recesses of his heart: but, fancying
she saw something in his looks that confirmed her apprehensions, she
removed her eyes from his face, and fastening them on the ground,
remained for some moments in confusion.--Sir Charles, whom her apparent
disturbance made very uneasy, proposed returning to the castle; telling
Lady Bella he expected to find his son already there.

It is more than probable, said she, turning to Sir George, that my
cousin is gone in pursuit of my ravisher; and the interruption that
has been given to his designed vengeance, making him more furious
than before, it is not likely he will return till he has punished his
insolence by that death he so justly merits.

Mr. Glanville is already so happy in your opinion, said Sir George,
with a very profound sigh, that there is no need of his rendering you
this small service to increase your esteem; but, if my prayers are
heard, the punishment of your ravisher will be reserved for a person
less fortunate, indeed, than Mr. Glanville, though not less devoted to
your interest, and concerned in your preservation.

Sir George, counterfeiting a look of extreme confusion and fear, as he
ended these words--

Arabella, who perfectly comprehended the meaning they were designed
to convey, thought herself obliged to take no notice of them: and,
therefore, without making any reply to the young baronet, who ventured
slowly to lift his eyes to her face, in order to discover if there were
any signs of anger in it, she told Sir Charles she inclined to go home;
and Sir George, with the rest of the company, attended them to the
castle; where, as soon as they arrived, they took their leave.

Sir George, notwithstanding Arabella's care to deprive him of an
opportunity of speaking to her, told her, in a whisper, having eagerly
alighted to help her off her horse--

I am going, madam, to find out that insolent man, who has dared to
offer violence to the fairest person in the world: and, if I am so
happy as to meet with him, he shall either take my life, or I will put
him into a condition never to commit any more offences of that nature.

Saying this, he made a low bow; and, being desirous to prevent her
answer, remounted his horse, and went away with the rest of the company.

Arabella, who, upon this occasion, was to be all confusion, mixed with
some little resentment, discovered so much emotion in her looks, while
Sir George was whispering to her, that her uncle, as he was handing her
into the house, asked her, If she was offended at any thing Sir George
had said to her?

Arabella, construing this question as she had done some other things
her uncle had said to her, replied, in a reserved manner, Since my
looks, contrary to my intention, have betrayed my thoughts to you, I
will not scruple to confess, that I have some cause to be offended with
Sir George; and that, in two instances to-day, he has seemed to forget
the respect he owes me.

Sir Charles was fired at this account. Is it possible, said he, that
Sir George has had the assurance to say any thing to offend you, and
that before my face too? This affront is not to be borne.

I am sorry, replied Arabella, eying him heedfully, to see you so much
concerned at it.

Don't be uneasy, interrupted Sir Charles: there will be no bad
consequences happen from it; but he shall hear of it, added he, raising
his voice with passion: I'll force him this night to explain himself.

You must pardon me, sir, said Arabella, more and more confirmed in her
notions, if I tell you, that I am extremely offended at your uncommon
zeal upon this occasion: and also I must assure you, that a little more
calmness would be less liable to suspicion.

Miss Glanville coming to meet them, Sir Charles, who did not take
much notice of what Arabella said, eagerly enquired for his son; and,
hearing he was not come home, was apprehensive of his meeting again
with the person he had quarrelled with: but his fears did not last
long; for Mr. Glanville came in, having purposely avoided the company,
to hide the uneasiness Lady Bella's tormenting folly had given him.

Chapter VI.

_In which the mistakes are continued._

As soon as Mr. Glanville appeared, the two ladies retired; Miss
Glanville asking Arabella a hundred questions concerning their
diversion, the drift of which was, to know how Sir George behaved to
her: but that fair lady, whose thoughts were wholly employed on the
strange accidents which had happened to her that day, longed to be
at liberty to indulge her reflections; and, complaining of extreme
weariness, under pretence of reposing herself till dinner, got quit of
Miss Glanville's company, which, at that time, she thought very tedious.

As soon as she was left to herself, her imagination running over all
that had happened, she could not help confessing, that few women
ever met with such a variety of adventures in one day: in danger of
being carried off by violence by one lover; delivered by another;
insinuations of love from a third, who, she thought, was enamoured of
her cousin; and what was still more surprising a discovery, that her
uncle was not insensible of her charms, but was become the rival of his
own son.

As extravagant as this notion was, Arabella found precedents in her
romances of passions full as strange and unjustifiable; and confirmed
herself in that opinion, by recollecting several examples of unlawful
love. Why should I not believe, said she, that my charms can work as
powerful effects as those of Olympia, princess of Thrace, whose brother
was passionately enamoured of her?

Did not the divine Clelia inspire Maherbal with a violent passion for
her; who, though discovered to be her brother, did not, nevertheless,
cease to adore her? And, to bring an instance still nearer to my own
case, was not the uncle of the fair Alcyone in love with her? And did
he not endeavour to win her heart by all the methods in his power?

Ah! then, pursued she, let us doubt no more of our misfortune: and,
since our fatal beauty has raised this impious flame, let us stifle
it with our rigour, and not allow an ill-timed pity, or respect, to
encourage a passion which may, one day, cast a blemish upon our glory.

Arabella, having settled this point, proceeded to reflect on the
conquest she had made of Sir George: she examined his words over and
over, and found them so exactly conformable to the language of an
Oroondates or Orontes that she could not choose but be pleased: but,
recollecting that it behoved her, like all other heroines, to be
extremely troubled and perplexed at an insinuation of love, she began
to lament the cruel necessity of parting with an agreeable friend;
who, if he persisted in making her acquainted with his thoughts, would
expose himself to the treatment persons so indiscreet always meet with:
nor was she less concerned, lest, if Mr. Glanville had not already
dispatched her ravisher, Sir George, by wandering in search of him,
and, haply, sacrificing him to his eager desire of serving her, should
by that means lay her under an obligation to him, which, considering
him as a lover, would be a great mortification.

Sir George, however, was gone home to his own house, with no thoughts
of pursuing Arabella's ravisher: and Mr. Glanville, being questioned
by his father concerning his quarrel, invented some trifling excuse
for it; which not agreeing with the account the baronet had received
from Arabella, he told his son, that he had concealed the truth from
him; and that there was more in that affair than he had owned. You
quarrelled, added he, upon Arabella's account: and she did not scruple
to affirm it before all the company.

Mr. Glanville, who had vainly flattered himself with an hope that his
cousin had not acquainted the company with her whimsical apprehensions,
was extremely vexed when he found she had exposed herself to their
ridicule, and that it was probable even he had not escaped: but
willing to know from her own mouth how far she had carried her folly,
he went up to her chamber; and, being immediately admitted, she began
to congratulate him upon the conquest he had gained, as she supposed,
over his enemy; and thanked him very solemnly for the security he had
procured for her.

Mr. Glanville, after assuring her that she was in no danger of ever
being carried away by that person whom she feared, proceeded to enquire
into all that had passed between her and the company whom she had
joined when she left him; and Arabella, relating every particular, gave
him the mortification to know that her folly had been sufficiently
exposed. But she touched upon her fears for him with so much delicacy,
and mentioned her fainting in such a manner, as insinuated a much
greater tenderness than he before had reason to hope for; and this
knowledge destroying all his intentions to quarrel with her for what
she had said, he appeared so easy and satisfied, that Arabella,
reflecting upon the misfortune his father's new-born passion would
probably be the occasion of to him, could not help sighing at the
apprehension; looking on him, at the same time, with a kind of pitying
complacency; which did not escape Mr. Glanville's notice.

I must know the reason of that sigh, cousin, said he, smiling, and
taking her hand.

If you are wise, replied Arabella, gravely, you will be contented to
remain in the pleasing ignorance you are at present; and not seek to
know a thing which will, haply, afford you but little satisfaction.

You have increased my curiosity so much by this advice, resumed he,
accommodating his looks to Arabella's, that I shall not be at rest till
I know what it is you conceal from me: and since I am so much concerned
in it, even by your own confession, I have a right to press you to
explain yourself.

Since you are so importunate, replied Arabella, I must tell you that I
will not do you so great a diskindness as to explain myself; nor will
I be the first who shall acquaint you with your misfortune, since you
will, haply, too soon arrive at the knowledge of it by other means.

Glanville, who imagined this was some new whim that had got into
her head, was but little perplexed at an insinuation, which, had he
been ignorant of her foible, would have given him great uneasiness:
but, being sensible that she expected he would press her to disclose
herself, and appear extremely concerned at her refusing him that
satisfaction, he counterfeited so well, that she was at a loss how to
evade the arguments he used to make her unfold the terrible mystery;
when the dinner-bell ringing, and relieving her for the present, Mr.
Glanville led her down to the parlour; where Sir Charles and his
daughter attended their coming.

Chapter VII.

_In which the mistakes are not yet cleared up._

The baronet, who had been put into a bad humour by Arabella's
insinuations that Sir George had affronted her, appeared reserved and
uneasy; and, being resolved to question her about it, was willing first
to know exactly what it was his niece had been offended at: but as he
feared, if it came to his son's knowledge, it would produce a quarrel
between the young gentlemen that might have dangerous consequences, he
was desirous of speaking to her alone; and, as soon as dinner was over,
asked her to take a walk with him upon the terrace, telling her he had
something to say to her in private. Arabella, whose fears had been
considerably increased by the pensiveness which appeared in her uncle's
looks during dinner, and supposing he wanted a private conversation
only to explain himself more clearly to her than he had yet done, was
excessively alarmed at this request; and casting her eyes down to the
ground, blushed in such a manner as betrayed her confusion; and made
Miss Glanville and her brother believe that she suspected her uncle had
a design to press her soon to give her hand to Mr. Glanville, which
occasioned her apparent disorder.

Sir Charles, however, who had not so heedfully observed her behaviour,
repeated his request; adding, with a smile, upon her giving him no
answer, Sure, Lady Bella, you are not afraid to be alone with your
uncle.

No, sir, replied Arabella, giving him a piercing look; I am not afraid
of being alone with my uncle; and, as long as he pretends to be no more
than my uncle, I shall not scruple to hear what he has to say to me.

Sir Charles, a little vexed at an answer which insinuated, as he
thought, a complaint of his having pretended to more authority over
her than he ought, told her, he hoped she had no cause to believe he
would displease her by any improper exertion of that power over her
with which her father had entrusted him: For I assure you, added he, I
would rather you should follow my advice as an uncle, than obey me as
a guardian; and, since my affection for you is, perhaps, greater than
what many people have for a niece, my solicitude ought to be imputed to
that motive.

I have all the sense I ought to have of that affection you honour me
with, replied Arabella; and since I hope it will be always what it
should be, without wishing for its increase, I am contented with those
testimonies I have already received of it; and do not desire any other.

Sir Charles, a little puzzled to understand the meaning of these words,
which the grave looks of Arabella made yet more mysterious, rose from
his seat with an air of discontent. I should have been glad to have
spoken a word in private to you, niece, said he; but since you think
proper to make so much ceremony in such a trifle, I'll defer it till
you are in a better humour.

Miss Glanville, seeing her father going out of the room, stepped before
him: Nay, papa, said she, if you want to speak with my cousin, my
brother and I will go out, and leave you to yourselves.

You will do me a very great displeasure, said Arabella; for I am sure
my uncle has not any thing of consequence to say to me. However, added
she, seeing Miss Glanville go away, I am resolved I will not be left
alone; and therefore, Mr. Glanville, since I can pretend to some power
over you, I command you to stay.

You may remember, madam, said Mr. Glanville, with a smile, you refused
to gratify my curiosity with regard to something you hinted to me some
time ago; and to punish you, added he, going out of the room, I am
resolved you shall listen to what my father has to say to you; for, by
your unwillingness to hear it, I imagine you suspect already what it is.

Arabella, finding she had no way to avoid hearing what she dreaded so
much, and observing her uncle had resumed his chair, prepared to give
him audience; but, in order to deprive him of all hope that she would
receive his discourse favourably, she assumed the severest look she
was capable of; and, casting her eyes on the ground, with a mixture of
anger and shame, waited with a kind of fear and impatience for what he
had to say.

I see, madam, said the baronet, observing her confusion, that you
apprehend what I am going to say to you; but I beseech you, do not fear
I have any intentions but such as you'll approve.

You are certainly in the right, sir, said Arabella, in the
interpretation you have put on my looks: I am really in pain about the
purport of your discourse: and you would particularly oblige me, if you
would dispense with me from hearing it.

I see, replied Sir Charles, that, out of a mistaken fear, you are
unwilling to hear me, in order to avoid coming to the explanation I
desire: but I tell you, once again, you have nothing to apprehend.

I have every thing to apprehend, sir, resumed Arabella, tartly, while
you persist in your design of disobliging me; and you cannot give me a
greater proof of the badness of your intentions, than by thus forcing
me to listen to discourses I ought to avoid.

Since my word has no weight with you, replied Sir Charles, I'll
condescend to assure you, by the most sacred oath, that I do not mean
to come to any extremities with Sir George concerning what you already
told me: all I desire to know is, if you think you had any reason to be
offended with him for any thing he said? And, in that case, I cannot
dispense with myself from expostulating with him about it.

You would do me a favour, sir, resumed Arabella, if you would interest
yourself a little less in what Sir George said to me. The offence was
committed against me only; and none but myself has any right to resent
it.

It is enough, niece, said Sir Charles, rising. You acknowledge
sufficient to make me resolve to oblige him to ask pardon for the
affront you have received. However, I beg you may make yourself easy;
no ill consequences will happen from this affair, provided my son does
not know it: and I know you have too much discretion to acquaint him
with it.

Saying this, he went out of the room, leaving Arabella in great
confusion at what he had said; which, in her opinion, had amounted
almost to a plain declaration of his passion; and his design of putting
an end to Sir George's pretensions, whom, it was probable, he looked
upon as a more dangerous rival than his son, confirmed her in the
opinion of his resolution to persecute her.

Full of the reflections this accident had occasioned, she went to walk
in the garden, where Mr. Glanville, his sister having just left him,
joined her.

As he imagined his father's design, in speaking to her alone, was to
prevail upon her to consent to marry him before she left the country,
which was what he most earnestly wished, he drew a bad omen from the
discontent which appeared in her eyes.

Is it with me, cousin, said he, or with what my father has been saying
to you, that you are angry?

With both, replied Arabella, hastily; for if you had stayed in the
room, as I commanded you, I should not have been exposed to the pain of
hearing things so disagreeable.

Since I knew what would be the purport of my father's discourse, said
Mr. Glanville, you ought not to be surprised I could not resolve
to give any interruption to it by my presence: and being so much
interested in the success of his solicitations, I could not choose but
give him an opportunity of speaking to you alone, as he desired.

It seems then, resumed Arabella, you know what was the subject of his
conversation.

I believe I can guess, interrupted Mr. Glanville, smiling.

Is it possible, cried Arabella, starting back in great surprise, that,
knowing, as you say you do, your father's intentions, you would resolve
to furnish him with an opportunity of disclosing them?

Can you blame me, said Mr. Glanville, for suffering him to undertake
what I durst not myself? I know your delicacy, or rather your severity,
so well, that I am sensible, if I had taken the liberty to say what my
father has said, you would have been extremely offended; and punished
me as you have often done, with a banishment from your presence.
Nay, pursued he, seeing astonishment and anger in her countenance, I
perceive you are, at this moment, going to pronounce some terrible
sentence against me.

You are deceived, said Arabella, with a forced calmness; I am so far
from being offended with you, that I am ready to acknowledge, you merit
very extraordinary praises for the perfect resignation you show to
the will, and for your credit, I will suppose, the commands, of your
father: but I would advise you to be contented with the reputation of
being a dutiful son; and, for the future, never aspire to that of being
a faithful lover.

Speaking these words, which were wholly unintelligible to her amazed
admirer, she left him, and went to her own apartment, strangely
surprised at the indifference of Mr. Glanville; who, as she understood
what he had said, was not only willing to resign her to his father, but
also took upon him to mediate in his behalf.

As she was unwilling to acknowledge, even to herself, that the grief
she felt at this discovery proceeded from any affection for her cousin,
she imputed it to the shame of seeing herself so basely forsaken
and neglected; and, not being able to find a precedent for such an
indignity offered to the charms of any lady in her romances, the
singularity of her fate, in this respect, seemed to demand all her
uneasiness.

Chapter VIII.

_Which contains some necessary consequences of the foregoing mistakes.
A soliloquy on a love-letter._

While Arabella passed her time in her closet, in the most disagreeable
reflections, Glanville was racking his brain to find out the meaning of
those mysterious words she had uttered at leaving him. He examined them
twenty times over, but could not possibly penetrate into their sense;
but supposing at last, that they really meant nothing at all, or were
occasioned by some new flight of her imagination, he went to find out
his father, in order to know what had passed between him and Arabella.

Sir Charles, however, was not to be found: he had ordered his horse to
be made ready, under pretence of taking a little ride after dinner;
and, passing by Sir George's house, alighted to pay him a visit.

The young baronet, being at home, received him with great politeness:
and Sir Charles, whose peculiar disposition was to be nicely tenacious
of every thing which he imagined had any relation to the honour of
his family, took the first opportunity to question him concerning the
confusion his whisper had occasioned in Lady Bella; adding, that she
had confessed he had given her reason to take ill what he had said to
her.

Sir George, who was by no means willing to quarrel with the uncle of
Arabella, received the old gentleman's remonstrances with a great deal
of calmness; and, finding Arabella had not discovered the purport of
that whisper which had offended her, he told Sir Charles that the
confusion he saw in her countenance was occasioned by his rallying her
upon the fright she had been in upon Mr. Glanville's account. He added
some other particulars, that, entirely taking away all inclination in
Sir Charles to pursue the matter any farther, they parted upon very
good terms; Sir George promising, very soon, to return his visit at the
castle.

Mr. Glanville, upon his father's return, being impatient to know
what he had said to Arabella, enquired with so much precipitation,
concerning the conversation they had had together, that Sir Charles,
unwilling to tell him the truth, and not having time to consider of
an answer, evaded his question in such a manner, that Mr. Glanville
could not help making some observation upon it; and, comparing
this circumstance with what Arabella had said, though he could not
comprehend the meaning that seemed to be concealed under their
behaviour, he immediately concluded, there was some mystery which it
concerned him to find out.

Possessed with this opinion, he longed for an opportunity to talk with
Arabella alone. But he was not so happy to obtain one; for, though that
fair-one presided at the tea-table, as usual, and also appeared at
supper, yet she so industriously avoided all occasions of being alone
with him, though but for a moment, and appeared so reserved and uneasy,
that it was impossible for him to speak to her upon that subject.

As soon as it was time to retire, having resolved to request the favour
of a few moments' conversation with her, in her own apartment; and when
he had, as was his custom, handed her up stairs; instead of wishing her
a good night at her chamber door, he was going to desire permission to
enter it with her; when Lucy, coming to meet her lady, whispered her
in the ear; upon which Arabella, turning towards him, gave him a hasty
salute, and hurried into her apartment.

Glanville, no less vexed at this disappointment, than perplexed at that
whisper, which had caused such a visible emotion in Arabella, retired
to his own room, tormented with a thousand uneasy suspicions, for which
he could not exactly assign a cause; and wishing impatiently for the
next day, in which he hoped to procure some explanation of what at
present greatly perplexed him.

In the mean time, Arabella, who had been informed by Lucy, in that
whisper, who was eager to let her know it, that a messenger had brought
a letter from Sir George, and, late as it was at night, waited for an
answer, was debating with herself, whether she should open this billet
or not. She had a strong inclination to see what it contained; but,
fearful of transgressing the laws of romance, by indulging a curiosity
not justifiable by example, she resolved to return this letter unopened.

Here, said she to Lucy, give this letter to the messenger that brought
it; and tell him, I was excessively offended with you for receiving it
from his hands.

Lucy, taking the letter, was going to obey her orders; when,
recollecting herself, she bid her stay.

Since Sir George, said she to herself, is no declared lover of mine, I
may, without any offence to decorum, see what this letter contains. To
refuse receiving it, will be to acknowledge, that his sentiments are
not unknown to me; and, by consequence, to lay myself under a necessity
of banishing him: nor is it fit that I should allow him to believe I am
so ready to apprehend the meaning of every gallant speech which is used
to me; and to construe such insinuations as he took the liberty to make
me, into declarations of love.

Allowing, therefore, the justice of these reasons, she took the letter
out of Lucy's hand; and, being upon the point of opening it, a sudden
thought controlled her designs: she threw it suddenly upon her toilet;
and, looking very earnestly upon it--

Presumptuous paper! said she, speaking with great emotion to the
letter: Bold repository of thy master's daring thoughts! Shall I not
be blamed by all who hereafter will hear or read my history, if,
contrary to the apprehensions I have, that thou containest a confession
that will displease me, I open thy seal, and become accessary to
thy writer's guilt, by deigning to make myself acquainted with it?
And thou, too indiscreet and unwary friend, whose folds contain the
acknowledgment of his crime! What will it advantage thee or him, if,
torn by my resenting hand, I make thee suffer for the part thou bearest
in thy master's fault; and teach him, by thy fate, how little kindness
he has to expect from me! Yet, to spare myself the trouble of reading
what will, questionless, greatly displease me, I will return thee,
uninjured, into thy master's hands; and, by that moderation, make him
repent the presumption he has been guilty of!

Chapter IX.

_Containing a love-letter in the heroic style; with some occasional
reasonings by Lucy, full of wit and simplicity._

Our fair heroine, having ended the foregoing soliloquy, took up the
letter, and gave it to Lucy, who had, all the time she was speaking,
observed a profound silence, mixed with a most eager attention.

Here, pursued she, carry it to the person who brought it; and bid him
tell his master, that, lest I should find any thing in it which may
offend me, I have chosen not to read it: and, if he is wise, he will
profit by my concern for him, and take care how he hazards displeasing
me a second time by an importunity of this kind, which I shall not so
easily pardon him.

Lucy, who had taken particular notice of this speech, in order to
remember every word of it, when she repeated it again, went conning
her lesson to the place where she had desired the servant to wait her
coming: but he was gone; such being indeed his master's orders; for he
was apprehensive that, following the custom of the ladies in romances,
Arabella would return his letter; and therefore, to deprive her of an
opportunity of sending it back that night, he ordered his man to say,
he waited for an answer; but, as soon as he conveniently could, to come
away without one.

Lucy, in a great surprise at the servant's going away, returned to her
lady with the letter in her hand, telling her she must needs read it
now, since the person who brought it was gone.

It must be confessed, said Arabella, taking the letter from her, with
a smile, he has fallen upon an ingenious device to make me keep it for
this night; and since, haply, I may be mistaken in the contents, I have
a mind to open it.

Lucy did not fail to confirm her lady in this design: and Arabella,
making as if she yielded to the importunities of her confidante, opened
the letter; which she found as follows:

"THE UNFORTUNATE AND DESPAIRING BELLMOUR, TO THE DIVINE
ARABELLA.

"MADAM,

Since it is, doubtless, not only with your permission,
but even by your commands, that your uncle, Sir Charles
Glanville, comes to pronounce the sentence of my death,
in the denunciation of your anger, I submit, madam,
without repining at the rigour of that doom you have
inflicted on me. Yes, madam, this criminal, who has
dared to adore you with the most sublime and perfect
passion that ever was, acknowledges the justice of his
punishment; and, since it is impossible to cease loving
you, or to live without telling you he does so, he is
going voluntarily to run upon that death your severity
makes him wish for, and the greatness of his crime
demands. Let my death then, O divine Arabella, expiate
the offence I have been guilty of! And let me hope those
fair eyes, that have beheld me with scorn when alive,
will not refuse to shed some tears upon my tomb! And
that, when you remember my crime of loving you, you will
also be pleased to remember that I died for that crime;
and wish for no other comfort in death, but the hope of
your not hating, when he is no more, the unhappy

"BELLMOUR."

Arabella, who had read this letter aloud, sighed gently at the
conclusion of it; but poor Lucy, who was greatly affected at so
dolorous an epistle, could not restrain her tears; but sobbed so often,
and with so much violence, as at length recalled her lady from the
reverie into which she was plunged.

What ails you? said she to her confidante, greatly surprised. What is
the cause of this unseemly sorrow?

Oh, madam! cried Lucy, her sobs making a frequent and unpleasing
interruption in her words; I shall break my heart to be sure. Never
was such a sad mournful letter in the world: I could cry my eyes out
for the poor gentleman. Pray excuse me, madam; but, indeed, I can't
help saying you are the most hard-heartedest lady I ever knew in my
born days. Why, to be sure, you don't care if an hundred fine gentlemen
should die for you, though their spirits were to haunt you every night!
Well! I would not have what your ladyship has to answer for, for all
the world!

You are a foolish wench! replied Arabella, smiling at her simplicity.
Do you think I have any cause to accuse myself, though five thousand
men were to die for me! It is very certain my beauty has produced very
deplorable effects: the unhappy Hervey has expiated, by his death, the
violence his too-desperate passion forced him to meditate against me:
the no less guilty, the noble unknown Edward, is wandering about the
world, in a tormenting despair; and stands exposed to the vengeance
of my cousin, who has vowed his death. My charms have made another
person, whose character ought to be sacred to me, forget all the ties
of consanguinity; and become the rival of his son, whose interest he
once endeavoured to support: and lastly, the unfortunate Bellmour
consumes away in an hopeless passion; and, conscious of his crime,
dooms himself, haply, with more severity than I desire, to a voluntary
death; in hopes, thereby, of procuring my pardon and compassion when
he is no more. All these, Lucy, as I said before, are very deplorable
effects of my beauty; but you must observe, that my will has no part
in the miseries that unfortunate beauty occasions; and that, though
I could even wish myself less fair, in order to avoid giving so much
unhappiness to others, yet these wishes would not avail; and since, by
a fatal necessity, all these things will happen, whether I would or no,
I must comfort myself under the uneasiness which the sensibility of my
temper makes me feel, by the reflection, that, with my own consent, I
contribute nothing to the misfortune of those who love me.

Will your ladyship, then, let poor Sir George die? said Lucy, who had
listened very attentively to this fine harangue without understanding
what it meant.

Questionless, he must die, replied Arabella, if he persists in his
design of loving me.

But, pray, madam, resumed Lucy, cannot your ladyship command him to
live, as you did Mr. Hervey and Mr. Glanville, who both did as you bade
them?

I may command him to live, said Arabella; and there is no question but
he would obey me, if I likewise permit him to love me; but this last
not being fit for me to do, I see no way to prevent the sad resolution
he has taken.

To be sure, madam, returned Lucy, your ladyship knows what you ought
to do better than I can advise your ladyship, being that you are more
learned than me: but, for all that, I think it's better to save life
than to kill, as the Bible book says; and since I am sure your ladyship
is a good Christian, if the gentleman dies for the want of a few kind
words, or so, I am sure you will be troubled in mind about it.

It must be confessed, said Arabella, smiling, that though your
solicitations are not very eloquent, they are very earnest and
affecting; and I promise you I will think about it: and, if I can
persuade myself I am doing no wrong thing by concerning myself about
his preservation, I will dispatch you to-morrow morning, with my orders
to him to live, or at least to proceed no farther in his design of
dying, till he has further cause.

Lucy, being extremely glad she had gained her point, called in her
lady's other women, who, having assisted her to undress, left her in
her closet, to which she always retired for an hour before she went to
bed.

VOLUME II.

BOOK V.

Chapter I.

_A dispute very learnedly handled by two ladies, in which the reader
may take what part he pleases._

Mr. Glanville, who was too much in love to pass the night with any
great degree of tranquillity, under the apprehensions he felt; it
being the nature of that passion to magnify the most inconsiderable
trifles into things of the greatest importance, when they concern
the beloved object; did not fail to torment himself with a thousand
different fears, which the mysterious behaviour of his father, and
the more mysterious words of his mistress, gave rise to. Among many
various conjectures, all equally unreasonable, he fixed upon one no way
advantageous to Sir Charles; for, supposing that the folly of Arabella
had really disgusted him, and made him desirous of breaking off the
designed match between them; he was, as he thought, taking measures to
bring this about, knowing, that if Lady Bella refused to fulfil her
father's desire in this particular, a very considerable estate would
descend to him.

Upon any other occasion, Mr. Glanville would not have suspected his
father of so ungenerous an action; but lovers think every thing
possible which they fear; and being prepossessed with this opinion,
he resolved the next morning to sound his father's inclinations by
entreating him to endeavour to prevail upon Lady Bella to marry him
before her year of mourning for the marquis was expired.

Attending him, therefore, at breakfast, in his own chamber, he made his
designed request, not without heedfully observing his countenance at
the same time; and trembling, lest he should make him an answer, that
might confirm his uneasy suspicion.

Sir Charles, however, agreeably surprised him, by promising to comply
with his desire that day; for, added he, though my niece has some odd
ways, yet upon the whole, she is a very accomplished woman: and, when
you are her husband, you may probably find the means of curing her of
those little follies, which at present are conspicuous enough; but
being occasioned by a country education, and a perfect ignorance of the
world, the instruction which then you will not scruple to give her,
and which, from a husband, without any offence to her delicacy she may
receive, may reform her conduct, and make her behaviour as complete as,
it must be confessed, both her person and mind now are.

Mr. Glanville having acquiesced in the justice of this remark, as soon
as breakfast was over, went to visit the two ladies, who generally
drank their chocolate together.

Miss Glanville being then in Lady Bella's apartment, he was immediately
admitted, where he found them engaged in a high dispute; and, much
against his will, was obliged to be arbitrator in the affair, they
having, upon his entrance, both appealed to him.

But, in order to place this momentous affair in a true light, it is
necessary to go back a little, and acquaint the reader with what had
passed in the apartment; and also, following the custom of the romance
and novel-writers, in the heart of our heroine.

No sooner were her fair eyes open in the morning, than the unfortunate
Sir George presenting himself to her imagination, her thoughts, to use
Scudery's phrase, were at a cruel war with each other: she wished to
prevent the death of this obsequious lover; but she could not resolve
to preserve his life, by giving him that hope he required; and without
which, she feared, it would be impossible for him to live.

After pondering a few hours upon the necessity of his case, and what
a just regard to her own honour required of her, decorum prevailed
so much over compassion, that she resolved to abandon the miserable
Sir George to all the rigour of his destiny; when, happily for the
disconsolate lover, the history of the fair Amalazontha coming into
her mind, she remembered, that this haughty princess, having refused
to marry the person her father recommended to her, because he had not
a crown upon his head; nevertheless, when he was dying for love of
her, condescended to visit him, and even to give him a little hope, in
order to preserve his life: she conceived it could be no blemish to her
character, if she followed the example of this most glorious princess;
and suffered herself to relax a little in her severity, to prevent the
effects of her lover's despair.

Fear not, Arabella, said she to herself; fear not to obey the dictates
of thy compassion, since the glorious Amalazontha justifies, by her
example, the means thou wilt use to preserve a noble life, which
depends upon a few words thou shalt utter.

When she had taken this resolution, she rung her bell for her women;
and as soon as she was dressed, she dismissed them all but Lucy, whom
she ordered to bring her paper and pens, telling her she would write an
answer to Sir George's letter.

Lucy obeyed with great joy; but by that time she had brought her
lady all the materials for writing, her mind was changed; she having
reflected, that Amalazontha, whose example, in order to avoid the
censure of future ages, she was resolved exactly to follow, did not
write to Ambiomer, but paid him a visit, she resolved to do the like;
and therefore bade Lucy take them away again, telling her she had
thought better of it, and would not write to him.

Lucy, extremely concerned at this resolution, obeyed her very slowly,
and with great seeming regret.

I perceive, said Arabella, you are afraid I shall abandon the
unfortunate man you solicit for, to the violence of his despair; but
though I do not intend to write to him, yet I'll make use of a method,
perhaps as effectual; for, to speak truly, I mean to make him a visit;
his fever I suppose being violent enough by this time to make him keep
his bed.

And will you be so good, madam, said Lucy, to go and see the poor
gentleman? I'll warrant you, he will be ready to die with joy when he
sees you.

It is probable what you say may happen, replied Arabella; but there
must be proper precautions used to prevent those consequences which
the sudden and unexpected sight of me may produce. Those about him, I
suppose, will have discretion enough for that: therefore give orders
for the coach to be made ready, and tell my women they must attend
me; and be sure you give them directions, when I enter Sir George's
chamber, to stay at a convenient distance, in order to leave me an
opportunity of speaking to him, without being heard. As for you, you
may approach the bed-side with me; since, being my confidante, you may
hear all we have to say.

Arabella having thus settled the ceremonial of her visit, according to
the rules prescribed by romances, sat down to her tea-table, having
sent to know if Miss Glanville was up, and received for answer, that
she would attend her at breakfast.

Arabella, who had at first determined to say nothing of this affair
to her cousin, could not resist the desire she had of talking upon a
subject so interesting; and, telling her with a smile, that she was
about to make a very charitable visit that morning, asked her, if she
was disposed to bear her company in it.

I know you country ladies, said Miss Glanville, are very fond of
visiting your sick neighbours: for my part, I do not love such a grave
kind of amusement; yet, for the sake of the airing, I shall be very
willing to attend you.

I think, said Arabella, with a more serious air than before, it behoves
every generous person to compassionate the misfortunes of their
acquaintance and friends, and to relieve them as far as lies in their
power; but those miseries we ourselves occasion to others, demand, in a
more particular manner, our pity; and, if consistent with honour, our
relief.

And pray, returned Miss Glanville, who is it you have done any mischief
to, which you are to repair by this charitable visit, as you call it?

The mischief I have done, replied Arabella, blushing, and casting down
her eyes, was not voluntary, I assure you: yet I will not scruple to
repair it, if I can; though, since my power is confined by certain
unavoidable laws, my endeavours may not haply have all the success I
could wish.

Well, but, dear cousin, interrupted Miss Glanville, tell me in plain
English, what this mischief is, which you have done; and to what
purpose you are going out this morning?

I am going to pay a visit to Sir George Bellmour, replied Arabella;
and I entreat you, fair cousin, to pardon me for robbing you of so
accomplished a lover. I really always thought he was in love with you,
till I was undeceived by some words he spoke yesterday; and a letter
I received from him last night, in which he has been bold enough to
declare his passion to me, and, through the apprehension of my anger,
is this moment dying with grief; and it is to reconcile him to life,
that I have prevailed upon myself to make him a visit; in which
charitable design, as I said before, I should be glad of your company.

Miss Glanville, who believed not a word Lady Bella had said, burst out
a-laughing at a speech that appeared to her so extremely false and
ridiculous.

I see, said Arabella, you are of a humour to divert yourself with the
miseries of a despairing lover; and in this particular you greatly
resemble the fair and witty Doralisa, who always jested at such
maladies as are occasioned by love. However, this insensibility does
not become you so well as her, since all her conduct was conformable to
it, no man in the world being bold enough to talk to her of love; but
you, cousin, are ready, even by your own confession, to listen to such
discourses from any body; and therefore this behaviour, in you, may be
with more justice termed levity, than indifference.

I perceive, cousin, said Miss Glanville, I have always the worst of
those comparisons you are pleased to make between me and other people;
but, I assure you, as free and indiscreet as you think me, I should
very much scruple to visit a man upon any occasion whatever.

I am quite astonished, Miss Glanville, resumed Arabella, to hear you
assume a character of so much severity; you who have granted favours of
a kind in a very great degree criminal.

Favours! interrupted Miss Glanville, criminal favours! Pray explain
yourself, madam.

Yes, cousin, said Arabella, I repeat it again; criminal favours, such
as allowing persons to talk to you of love; not forbidding them to
write to you; giving them opportunities of being alone with you for
several moments together; and several other civilities of the like
nature, which no man can possibly merit, under many years' services,
fidelity, and pains. All these are criminal favours, and highly
blameable in a lady who has any regard for her reputation.

All these, replied Miss Glanville, are nothing in comparison of making
them visits; and no woman, who has any reputation at all, will be
guilty of taking such liberties.

What, miss! replied Arabella, will you dare, by this insinuation, to
cast any censures upon the virtue of the divine Mandana, the haughty
Amalazontha, the fair Statira, the cold and rigid Parisatis, and many
other illustrious ladies, who did not scruple to visit their lovers,
when confined to their beds, either by the wounds they received in
battle, or the more cruel and dangerous ones they suffered from their
eyes? These chaste ladies, who never granted a kiss of their hand to
a lover, till he was upon the point of being their husband, would
nevertheless most charitably condescend to approach their bed-side, and
speak some compassionate words to them, in order to promote their cure,
and make them submit to live; nay, these divine beauties would not
refuse to grant the same favour to persons whom they did not love, to
prevent the fatal consequences of their despair.

Lord, madam! interrupted Miss Glanville, I wonder you can talk so
blasphemously, to call a parcel of confident creatures divine, and such
terrible words.

Do you know, miss, said Arabella, with a stern look, that it is of the
greatest princesses that ever were, whom you speak in this irreverent
manner? Is it possible that you can be ignorant of the sublime quality
of Mandana, who was the heiress of two powerful kingdoms? Are you not
sensible, that Amalazontha was queen of Turringia? And will you pretend
to deny the glorious extraction of Statira and Parisatis, princesses of
Persia?

I shall not trouble myself to deny any thing about them, madam, said
Miss Glanville; for I never heard of them before; and really I do not
choose to be always talking of queens and princesses, as if I thought
none but such great people were worthy my notice: it looks so affected,
I should imagine every one laughed at me that heard me.

Since you are so very scrupulous, returned Arabella, that you dare
not imitate the sublimest among mortals, I can furnish you with many
examples, from the conduct of persons whose quality was not much
superior to yours, which may reconcile you to an action, you at
present, with so little reason, condemn: and to name but one among some
thousands, the fair Cleonice, the most rigid and austere beauty in
all Sardis, paid several visits to the passionate Ligdamis, when his
melancholy, at the ill success of his passion, threw him into a fever,
that confined him to his bed.

And pray, madam, who was that Cleonice? said Miss Glanville: and where
did she live?

In Sardis, I tell you, said Arabella, in the kingdom of Lydia.

Oh! then it is not in our kingdom, said Miss Glanville: what signifies
what foreigners do? I shall never form my conduct upon the example of
outlandish people; what is common enough in their countries would be
very particular here; and you can never persuade me, that it is seemly
for ladies to pay visits to men in their beds.

A lady, said Arabella, extremely angry at her cousin's obstinacy, who
will suffer men to press her hand, write to her, and talk to her of
love, ought to be ashamed of such an affected niceness as that you
pretend to.

I insist upon it, madam, said Miss Glanville, that all those innocent
liberties you rail at may be taken by any woman without giving the
world room to censure her: but, without being very bold and impudent,
she cannot go to see men in their beds; a freedom that only becomes a
sister or near relation.

So then, replied Arabella, reddening with vexation, you will persist in
affirming the divine Mandana was impudent?

If she made such indiscreet visits as those, she was, said Miss
Glanville.

Oh, heavens! cried Arabella, have I lived to hear the most illustrious
princess that ever was in the world so shamefully reflected on?

Bless me, madam! said Miss Glanville, what reason have you to defend
the character of this princess so much? She will hardly thank you for
your pains, I fancy.

Were you acquainted with the character of that most generous princess,
said Arabella, you would be convinced that she was sensible of the
smallest benefits; but it is not with a view of acquiring her favour,
that I defend her against your inhuman aspersions, since it is more
than two thousand years since she died; yet common justice obliges me
to vindicate a person so illustrious for her birth and virtue; and were
you not my cousin, I should express my resentment in another manner,
for the injury you do her.

Truly, said Miss Glanville, I am not much obliged to you, madam, for
not downright quarrelling with me for one that has been in her grave
two thousand years. However, nothing shall make me change my opinion,
and I am sure most people will be of my side of the argument.

That moment Mr. Glanville sending for permission to wait upon Arabella,
she ordered him to be admitted, telling Miss Glanville, she would
acquaint her brother with the dispute: to which she consented.

Chapter II.

_Which inculcates, by a very good example, that a person ought not to
be too hasty in deciding a question he does not perfectly understand._

You are come very opportunely, sir, said Arabella, when he entered the
room, to be judge of a great controversy between Miss Glanville and
myself. I beseech you therefore, let us have your opinion upon the
matter.

Miss Glanville maintains, that it is less criminal in a lady to hear
persons talk to her of love, allow them to kiss her hand, and permit
them to write to her, than to make a charitable visit to a man who is
confined to his bed through the violence of his passion and despair;
the intent of this visit being only to prevent the death of an
unfortunate lover, and, if necessary, to lay her commands upon him to
live.

And this latter is your opinion, is it not madam? said Mr. Glanville.

Certainly, sir, replied Arabella, and in this I am justified by all the
heroines of antiquity.

Then you must be in the right, madam, returned Mr. Glanville, both
because your own judgment tells you so, and also the example of these
heroines you mention.

Well, madam, interrupted Miss Glanville hastily, since my brother has
given sentence on your side, I hope you will not delay your visit to
Sir George any longer.

How! said Mr. Glanville, surprised: is Lady Bella going to visit Sir
George? Pray, madam, may I presume to enquire the reason for your doing
him this extraordinary favour?

You are not very wise, said Arabella, looking gravely upon Miss
Glanville, to discover a thing which may haply create a quarrel between
your brother and the unfortunate person you speak of: yet since this
indiscretion cannot be recalled, we must endeavour to prevent the
consequences of it.

I assure you, madam, interrupted Mr. Glanville, extremely impatient
to know the meaning of these hints, you have nothing to fear from me:
therefore you need not think yourself under any necessity of concealing
this affair from me.

You are not, haply, so moderate as you pretend, said Arabella, (who
would not have been displeased to have seen him in all the jealous
transports of an enraged Orontes); but whatever ensues, I can no longer
keep from your knowledge a truth your sister has begun to discover;
but in telling you what you desire to know, I expect you will suppress
all inclinations to revenge, and trust the care of your interest to my
generosity.

You are to know, then, that in the person of your friend Sir George,
you have a rival, haply the more to be feared, as his passion is no
less respectful than violent. I possibly tell you more than I ought,
pursued she, blushing, and casting down her eyes, when I confess, that
for certain considerations, wherein perhaps you are concerned, I have
received the first insinuation of this passion with disdain enough; and
I assure myself that you are too generous to desire any revenge upon a
miserable rival, of whom death is going to free you.

Then, taking Sir George's letter out of her cabinet, she presented it
to Mr. Glanville.

Read this, added she; but read it without suffering yourself to be
transported with any violent motions of anger: and as in fight I am
persuaded you would not oppress a fallen and vanquished foe, so in love
I may hope an unfortunate rival will merit your compassion.

Never doubt it, madam, replied Mr. Glanville, receiving the letter,
which Miss Glanville, with a beating heart, earnestly desired to hear
read. Her brother, after asking permission of Arabella, prepared to
gratify her curiosity; but he no sooner read the first sentence, than,
notwithstanding all his endeavours, a smile appeared in his face;
and Miss Glanville, less able, and indeed less concerned to restrain
her mirth at the uncommon style, burst out a-laughing, with so much
violence, as obliged her brother to stop, and counterfeit a terrible
fit of coughing, in order to avoid giving Arabella the like offence.

The astonishment of this lady, at the surprising and unexpected effect
her lover's letter produced on Miss Glanville, kept her in a profound
silence, her eyes wandering from the sister to the brother; who,
continuing his cough, was not able for some moments to go on with his
reading.

Arabella, during this interval, having recovered herself a little,
asked Miss Glanville, if she found any thing in a lover's despair
capable of diverting her so much, as she seemed to be with that of the
unfortunate Sir George?

My sister, madam, said Mr. Glanville, preventing her reply, knows so
many of Sir George's infidelities, that she cannot persuade herself
he is really in such a dangerous way as he insinuates: therefore you
ought not to be surprised, if she is rather disposed to laugh at this
epistle, than to be moved with any concern for the writer, who, though
he is my rival, I must say, appears to be in a deplorable condition.

Pray, sir, resumed Arabella, a little composed by those words, finish
the letter: your sister may possibly find more cause for pity than
contempt, in the latter part of it.

Mr. Glanville, giving a look to his sister sufficient to make her
comprehend that he would have her restrain her mirth for the future,
proceeded in his reading; but every line increasing his strong
inclination to laugh, when he came to the pathetic wish, that her fair
eyes might shed some tears upon his tomb, no longer able to keep his
assumed gravity, he threw down the letter in a counterfeited rage.

Curse the stupid fellow! cried he: is he mad, to call the finest black
eyes in the universe, fair? Ah! cousin, said he to Arabella, he must
be little acquainted with the influence of your eyes, since he can so
egregiously mistake their colour.

And it is very plain, replied Arabella, that you are little acquainted
with the sublime language in which he writes, since you find fault with
an epithet which marks the beauty, not the colour, of those eyes he
praises; for, in fine, fair is indifferently applied, as well to black
and brown eyes, as to light and blue ones, when they are either really
lovely in themselves, or by the lover's imagination created so; and
therefore, since Sir George's prepossession has made him see charms in
my eyes, which questionless are not there; by calling them fair he has
very happily expressed himself, since therein he has the sanction of
those great historians who wrote the histories of lovers he seems to
imitate, as well in his actions as style.

I find my rival is very happy in your opinion, madam, said Mr.
Glanville; and I am apt to believe, I shall have more reason to envy
than pity his situation.

If you keep within the bounds I prescribe you, replied Arabella, you
shall have no reason to envy his situation; but, considering the
condition to which his despair has by this time certainly reduced him,
humanity requires that we should take some care of him; and to show you
how great my opinion of your generosity is, I will even entreat you to
accompany me in the visit I am going to make him.

Mr. Glanville, being determined, if possible, to prevent her exposing
herself, affected to be extremely moved at this request; and rising
from his chair in great seeming agitation, traversed the room for some
moments, without speaking a word: then suddenly stopping--

And can you, madam, said he, looking upon Arabella, suppose that I
will consent to your visiting my rival; and that I will be mean enough
to attend you myself to his house? Do you think that Orontes you have
often reproached me with, would act in such a manner?

I don't know how Orontes would have acted in this case, said Arabella;
because it never happened that such a proof of his submission was ever
desired of him; but considering that he was of a very fiery and jealous
disposition, it is probable he might act as you do.

I always understood, madam, said Mr. Glanville, that Orontes was a
favourite of yours; but it seems I was mistaken.

You will be very unjust, said Arabella, to draw any unfavourable
conclusion from what I have said, to the prejudice of that valiant
prince, for whom I confess I have a great esteem; and truly whoever
reflects upon the great actions he did in the wars between the Amazons
and the fierce Naobarzanes king of the Cilicians, must needs conceive
a very high idea of his virtue; but if I cannot bring the example of
Orontes to influence you in the present case, I can mention those of
other persons, no less illustrious for their birth and courage than
him. Did not the brave Memnon, when his rival Oxyatres was sick,
entreat the beautiful Barsina to favour him with a visit? And the
complaisant husband of the divine Parisatis was not contented with
barely desiring her to visit Lysimachus, who was dying with despair at
her marriage, but would many times bring her himself to the bed-side of
this unfortunate lover, and, leaving her there, give him an opportunity
of telling her what he suffered for her sake.

I am afraid, madam, said Mr. Glanville, I shall never be capable of
imitating either the brave Memnon, or the complaisant Lysimachus, in
this case; and the humour of Orontes seems to me the most commendable.

Nevertheless, said Arabella, the humour of Orontes cost him an infinite
number of pains; and it may happen, you will as near resemble him
in his fortune as you do in his disposition: but pray let us end
this dispute at present. If you are not generous enough to visit an
unfortunate rival, you shall not put a stop to the charity of my
intentions; and since Miss Glanville is all of a sudden become so
severe, that she will not accompany me in this visit, I shall be
contented with the attendance of my women.

Saying this, she rose from her seat, calling Lucy, and ordered her to
bid her companions attend.

Mr. Glanville, seeing her thus determined, was almost mad with vexation.

Upon my soul, madam, said he, seizing her hand, you must not go.

How, sir! said Arabella, sternly.

Not without seeing me die first, resumed he, in a languishing tone.

You must not die, replied Arabella, gravely, nor must you pretend to
hinder me from going.

Nay, madam, said Glanville, one of these two things will certainly
happen: either you must resolve not to visit Sir George, or else be
contented to see me die at your feet.

Was ever any lady in so cruel a dilemma? said Arabella, throwing
herself into the chair in a languishing posture: what can I do to
prevent the fate of two persons, one of whom I infinitely pity, and the
other, obstinate as he is, I cannot hate? Shall I resolve to let the
miserable Bellmour die, rather than grant him a favour the most rigid
virtue would not refuse him? Or shall I, by opposing the impetuous
humour of a lover, to whom I am somewhat obliged, make myself the
author of his death? Fatal necessity! which obliges me either to be
cruel or unjust; and, with a disposition to neither, makes me, in some
degree, guilty of both.

Chapter III.

_In which our heroine is in some little confusion._

While Arabella was uttering this pathetic complaint, Mr. Glanville,
with great difficulty, kept himself from smiling; and, by some
supplicating looks to his sister, prevented her laughing out; yet she
giggled in secret behind her fan: but Arabella was so lost in her
melancholy reflections, that she kept her eyes immoveably fixed on
the ground for some moments: at last, casting an upbraiding glance at
Glanville--

Is it possible, cruel person that you are? said she to him, that you
can, without pity, see me suffer so much uneasiness; and knowing the
sensibility of my temper, can expose me to the grief of being accessary
to the death of an unfortunate man, guilty indeed of a too violent
passion, which merits a gentler punishment than that you doom him to?

Don't be uneasy, dear cousin, interrupted Miss Glanville: I dare assure
you Sir George won't die.

It is impossible to think that, said Arabella, since he has not so much
as received a command from me to live. But tell me truly, pursued she,
do you believe it probable, that he will obey me, and live?

Indeed, Madam, said Miss Glanville, I could swear for him that he will.

Well, replied Arabella, I will content myself with sending him my
commands in writing: but it is to be feared they will not have so much
efficacy upon his spirit.

Mr. Glanville, extremely pleased that she had laid aside her design of
visiting Sir George, did not oppose her writing to him, though he was
plotting how to prevent the letter reaching his hands; and while she
went into her closet to write, he conferred with his sister upon the
means he should use; expressing, at the same time, great resentment
against Sir George, for endeavouring to supplant him in his cousin's
affection.

What then, said Miss Glanville, do you really imagine Sir George is in
love with Lady Bella?

He is either in love with her person or estate, replied Mr. Glanville,
or perhaps with both; for she is handsome enough to gain a lover of his
merit, though she had no fortune; and she has fortune enough to do it,
though she had no beauty.

My cousin is well enough, to be sure, said Miss Glanville; but I never
could think her a beauty.

If, replied Mr. Glanville, a most lovely complexion, regular features,
a fine stature, an elegant shape, and an inexpressible grace in all her
motions, can form a beauty, Lady Bella may pretend to that character
without any dispute.

Though she was all that you say, returned Miss Glanville, I am certain
Sir George is not in love with her.

I wish I was certain of that, replied Mr. Glanville; for it is very
probable you are mistaken.

You may see by this letter, interrupted Miss Glanville, what a jest he
makes of her; and if you had heard how he talked to her the other day
in the garden, you would have died with laughing; yet my poor cousin
thought he was very serious, and was so foolishly pleased!

I assure you, Charlotte, said Mr. Glanville, gravely, I shall take it
very ill, if you make so free with your cousin's little foibles; and if
Sir George presumes to make a jest of her, as you say, I shall teach
him better manners.

You are the strangest creature in the world, said Miss Glanville: a
minute or two ago, you was wishing to be sure he was not in love with
her; and now you are angry, when I assure you he is only in jest.

Arabella, that moment coming out of her closet, broke off their
discourse. I have written to Sir George, said she, addressing herself
to Mr. Glanville; and you are at liberty, if you please, to read my
letter, which I propose to send away immediately.

Mr. Glanville, taking the letter out of her hand, with a low bow, began
to read it to himself; but Arabella, willing his sister should also be
acquainted with the contents, obliged him, much against his will, to
read it aloud. It was as follows:

"ARABELLA, TO BELLMOUR.

"Whatever offence your presumptuous declaration may have
given me, yet my resentment will be appeased with a less
punishment than death: and that grief and submission you
have testified in your letter, may haply have already
procured you pardon for your fault, provided you do not
forfeit it by disobedience.

"I therefore command you to live, and command you by all
that power you have given me over you.

"Remember I require no more of you, than Parisatis
did of Lysimachus, in a more cruel and insupportable
misfortune. Imitate then the obedience and submission
of that illustrious prince; and though you should be as
unfortunate as he, let your courage also be equal to
his; and, like him, be contented with the esteem that is
offered you, since it is all that can be bestowed, by

"ARABELLA."

Mr. Glanville, finding by this epistle, that Arabella did not design
to encourage the addresses of Sir George, would not have been against
his receiving it, had he not feared the consequence of his having such
a convincing proof of the peculiarity of her temper in his possession;
and while he kept the letter in his hand, as if he wanted to consider
it a little better, he meditated on the means to prevent its being ever
delivered; and had possibly fixed upon some successful contrivance,
when a servant coming in, to inform the ladies that Sir George was
come to wait on them, put an end to his schemes; and he immediately
ran down to receive him, not being willing to increase, by his stay,
the astonishment and confusion which appeared in the countenance of
Arabella, at hearing a man, whom she had believed and represented to be
dying, was come to pay her a visit.

Chapter IV.

_Where the lady extricates herself out of her former confusion, to the
great astonishment, we will suppose, of the reader._

Miss Glanville, not having so much delicacy as her brother, could not
help exulting a little upon this occasion.

After the terrible fright you have been in, madam, said she, upon Sir
George's account, I wonder you do not rather think it is his ghost than
himself that is come to see us.

There is no question but it is himself that is come, said Arabella,
(who had already reconciled this visit to her first thoughts of him);
and it is, haply, to execute his fatal design in my presence, that
has brought him here; and, like the unfortunate Agilmond, he means to
convince me of his fidelity and love, by falling upon his sword before
my eyes.

Bless me, madam, said Miss Glanville, what horrid things come into your
head! I vow you terrify me out of my wits, to hear you.

There is no occasion for your fears, interrupted Arabella: since we
already suspect his designs, it will be very easy to prevent them.
Had the princess of the Sarmatians known the fatal intentions of her
despairing lover, doubtless, she would have used some precautions to
hinder him from executing them; for want of which she saw the miserable
Agilmond weltering in his blood at her feet; and with reason accused
herself of being the cause of so deplorable a spectacle.

The astonishment Miss Glanville was in, to hear her cousin talk in this
manner, kept her from giving her any interruption, while she related
several other terrible instances of despair.

In the mean time, Sir George, who was impatient to go up to Lady
Bella's apartment, having flattered himself into a belief, that his
letter was favourably received; and that he should be permitted to
_hope_ at least; made a short visit to Sir Charles in his own room;
and, accompanied by Mr. Glanville, who was resolved to see in what
manner Arabella received him, went to her apartment.

As he had taken care, at his entrance, to accommodate his looks to the
character he had assumed of an humble despairing lover, Arabella no
sooner saw him, than her countenance changed; and, making a sign to Mr.
Glanville, who could not comprehend what she meant, to seize upon the
guard of his sword, she hastily stepped forward to meet him.

I am too well convinced, said she to Sir George, that the intent of
your coming hither to-day is to commit some violence against yourself
before my eyes: but listen not, I beseech you, to the dictates of
your despair. Live; I command you, live; and since you say I have the
absolute disposal of your life, do not deprive yourself of it, without
the consent of her on whom you profess to have bestowed it.

Sir George, who did not imagine Arabella would communicate his
letter to her cousins, and only expected some distant hints from her
concerning it, was so confounded at this reception before them, that he
was not able to reply. He blushed, and turned pale alternately; and,
not daring to look either upon Miss Glanville or her brother, or to
meet the eyes of the fair visionary, who with great impatience expected
his answer, he hung down his head, in a very silly posture; and, by his
silence, confirmed Arabella in her opinion.

As he did not want for wit and assurance, during that interval of
silence and expectation from all parties, his imagination suggested to
him the means of extricating himself out of the ridiculous perplexity
he was in; and as it concerned him greatly to avoid any quarrel with
the brother and sister, he determined to turn the whole matter into a
jest; but, if possible, to manage it so that Arabella should not enter
into his meaning.

Raising therefore his eyes, and looking upon Arabella with a melancholy
air--

You are not deceived, madam, said he: this criminal, with whom you are
so justly offended, comes with an intention to die at your feet, and
breathe out his miserable life, to expiate those crimes of which you
accuse him: but since your severe compassion will oblige me to live, I
obey, O most divine, but cruel Arabella! I obey your harsh commands;
and, by endeavouring to live, give you a more convincing proof of that
respect and submission I shall always have for your will.

I expected no less from your courage and generosity, said Arabella,
with a look of great complacency; and since you so well know how to
imitate the great Lysimachus in your obedience, I shall be no less
acknowledging than the fair Parisatis; but will have for you an esteem
equal to that virtue I have observed in you.

Sir George, having received this gracious promise with a most profound
bow, turned to Mr. Glanville, with a kind of chastened smile upon his
countenance.

And you, fortunate and deserving knight, said he, happy in the
affections of the fairest person in the world! grudge me not this small
alleviation of my misfortunes; and envy me not that esteem which alone
is able to make me suffer life, while you possess, in the heart of
the divine Arabella, a felicity that might be envied by the greatest
monarchs in the world.

As diverting as this scene was, Mr. Glanville was extremely uneasy:
for though Sir George's stratagem took, and he believed he was only
indulging the gaiety of his humour by carrying on this farce, yet he
could not endure he should divert himself at Arabella's expense. The
solemn speech he had made him, did indeed force him to smile; but he
soon assumed a graver look, and told Sir George, in a low voice, that
when he had finished his visit, he should be glad to take a turn with
him in the garden.

Sir George promised to follow him, and Mr. Glanville left the room, and
went into the gardens; where the baronet, having taken a respectful
leave of Arabella, and by a sly glance convinced Miss Glanville he had
sacrificed her cousin to her mirth, went to join her brother.

Mr. Glanville, as soon as he saw him, walked to meet him with a very
reserved air; which Sir George observing, and being resolved to keep up
his humour--

What, inhuman but too-happy lover, said he, what am I to understand by
that cloud upon your brow? Is it possible that thou canst envy me the
small comfort I have received? And, not satisfied with the glorious
advantages thou possessest, wilt thou still deny me that esteem, which
the divine Arabella has been pleased to bestow upon me?

Pray, Sir George, said Mr. Glanville, lay aside this pompous style: I
am not disposed to be merry at present, and have not all the relish for
this kind of wit that you seem to expect. I desired to see you here,
that I might tell you, without witnesses, I take it extremely ill you
should presume to make my cousin the object of your mirth. Lady Bella,
sir, is not a person with whom such liberties ought to be taken: nor
will I, in the double character of her lover and relation, suffer it
from any one whatever.

Cruel fortune! said Sir George, stepping back a little, and lifting
up his eyes, shall I always be exposed to thy persecutions? And must
I, without any apparent cause, behold an enemy in the person of my
friend; who, though, without murmuring, I resign to him the adorable
Arabella, is yet resolved to dispute with me a satisfaction which does
not deprive him of any part of that glorious fortune to which he is
destined? Since it is so, unjust and cruel friend, pursued he, strike
this breast which carries the image of the divine Arabella; but think
not that I will offer to defend myself, or lift my sword against a man
beloved by her.

This is all very fine, returned Mr. Glanville, hardly able to forbear
laughing; but it is impossible, with all your gaiety, to hinder me from
being serious upon this business.

Then be as serious as thou wilt, dear Charles, interrupted Sir George,
provided you will allow me to be gay; and not pretend to infect me with
thy unbecoming gravity.

I have but a few words to say to you, then, sir, replied Mr. Glanville:
either behave with more respect to my cousin; or prepare to give me
satisfaction for the insults you offer her.

Oh! I understand you, sir, said Sir George; and because you have taken
it into your head to be offended at a trifle of no consequence in the
world, I must give you a fair chance to run me through the body! There
is something very foolish, faith, in such an extravagant expectation:
but since custom has made it necessary that a man must venture his soul
and body upon these important occasions, because I will not be out of
the fashion, you shall command me whenever you think fit; though I
shall fight with my schoolfellow with a very ill will, I assure you.

There is no necessity for fighting, said Mr. Glanville, blushing at the
ludicrous light in which the gay baronet had placed his challenge: the
concession I have required is very small, and not worth the contesting
for on your side. Lady Bella's peculiarity, to which you contribute so
much, can afford you, at best but an ill-natured diversion, while it
gives me a real pain; and sure you must acknowledge you are doing me a
very great injury, when you endeavour to confirm a lady, who is to be
my wife, in a behaviour that excites your mirth, and makes her a fit
object for your ridicule and contempt.

You do Lady Bella, a much greater injury than I do, replied Sir George,
by supposing she can ever be an object of ridicule and contempt. I
think very highly of her understanding; and though the bent of her
studies has given her mind a romantic turn, yet the singularity of her
manners is far less disagreeable than the lighter follies of most of
her sex.

But to be absolutely perfect, interrupted Mr. Glanville, I must cure
her of that singularity; and therefore I beg you will not persist in
assuming a behaviour conformable to her romantic ideas; but rather help
me to banish them from her imagination.

Well, replied Sir George, since you no longer threaten, I'll do what
I can to content you; but I must quit my heroics by degrees, and sink
with decency into my own character; otherwise she will never endure me
in her presence.

Arabella and Miss Glanville appearing in the walk, broke off the
conversation. The baronet and Mr. Glanville walked forward to meet
them; but Arabella, who did not desire company, struck into another
walk, whither Mr. Glanville following, proposed to join her, when he
saw his father, who had been taking a turn there alone, make up to
Arabella; and supposing he would take that opportunity to talk to
her concerning him, he went back to his sister and Sir George, whose
conversation he interrupted, to the great regret of Miss Glanville.

Chapter V.

_In which will be found one of the former mistakes pursued, and another
cleared up, to the great satisfaction of two persons; among whom the
reader, we expect, will make a third._

Arabella no sooner saw Sir Charles advancing towards her, than,
sensible of the consequence of being alone with a person whom she did
not doubt would make use of that advantage to talk to her of love, she
endeavoured to avoid him, but in vain; for Sir Charles, guessing her
intentions, walked hastily up to her; and, taking hold of her hand--

You must not go away, Lady Bella, said he: I have something to say to
you.

Arabella, extremely discomposed at this behaviour, struggled to free
her hand from her uncle; and giving him a look, on which disdain and
fear were visibly painted--

Unhand me, sir, said she, and force me not to forget the respect I
owe you as my uncle, by treating you with a severity such uncommon
insolence demands.

Sir Charles, letting go her hand in a great surprise at the word
insolent, which she had used, asked her if she knew to whom she was
speaking?

Questionless, I am speaking to my uncle, replied she; and it is with
great regret I see myself obliged to make use of expressions no way
conformable to the respect I bear that sacred character.

And, pray, madam, said Sir Charles, somewhat softened by this speech,
who is it that obliges you to lay aside that respect you seem to
acknowledge is due to your uncle?

You do, sir, replied she; and it is with infinite sorrow that I behold
you assuming a character unbecoming the brother of my father.

This is pretty plain, indeed, interrupted Sir Charles: but pray, madam,
inform me what it is you complain of.

You questionless know much better than I can tell you, replied
Arabella, blushing, the offence I accuse you of; nor is it proper for
me to mention what it would not become me to suffer.

Zounds! cried Sir Charles, no longer able to suppress his growing
anger: this is enough to make a man mad.

Ah! I beseech you, sir, resumed Arabella, suffer not an unfortunate and
ill-judged passion to be the bane of all your happiness and virtue.
Recall your wandering thoughts; reflect upon the dishonour you will
bring upon yourself by persisting in such unjustifiable sentiments.

I do not know how it is possible to avoid it, said Sir Charles; and,
notwithstanding all this fine reasoning, there are few people but would
fly into greater extremities; but my affection for you makes me----

Hold, hold, I conjure you, sir; interrupted Arabella; force me not
to listen to such injurious language; carry that odious affection
somewhere else; and do not persecute an unfortunate maid, who has
contributed nothing to thy fault, and is only guilty of too much
compassion for thy weakness.

Good God! cried Sir Charles, starting back, and looking upon Arabella
with astonishment; how I pity my son! What would I not give, if he did
not love this girl?

Think not, replied Arabella, that the passion your son has for me
makes your condition a bit the worse; for I would be such as I am with
respect to you, were there no Mr. Glanville in the world.

I never thought, niece, said Sir Charles, after a little pause, that
any part of my behaviour could give you the offence you complain of, or
authorise that hatred and contempt you take the liberty to express for
me: but since it is so, I promise you I will quit your house, and leave
you to your self. I have always been solicitous for your welfare; and
ungrateful as you are----

Call me not ungrateful, interrupted Arabella again: Heaven is my
witness, that had you not forgot I was your niece, I would have always
remembered you was my uncle; and not only have regarded you as such,
but have looked upon you as another father, under whose direction
Providence had placed me, since it had deprived me of my real father,
and whose tenderness and care might have in some measure supplied the
loss I had of him: but Heaven has decreed it otherwise; and since it
is its will that I should be deprived of the comfort and assistance my
orphan state requires, I must submit, without murmuring, to my destiny.
Go then, unfortunate and lamented uncle, pursued she, wiping some tears
from her fine eyes; go, and endeavour by reason and absence to recover
thy repose; and be assured, whenever you can convince me you have
triumphed over these sentiments, which now cause both our unhappiness,
you shall have no cause to complain of my conduct towards you.

Finishing these words, she left him with so much speed, that it would
have been impossible for him to have stopped her, though he had
intended it: but indeed he was so lost in wonder and confusion at a
behaviour for which he was not able to assign any other cause than
madness, that he remained fixed in the same posture of surprise, in
which she had left him; and from which he was first interrupted by the
voice of his son, who, seeing Arabella flying towards the house in
great seeming emotion, came to know the result of their conversation.

Sir, said Mr. Glanville, who had spoken to his father before, but had
no answer, will you not inform me what success you have had with my
cousin? How did she receive your proposal?

Speak of her no more, said Sir Charles: she is a proud ungrateful girl,
and unworthy the affection you have for her.

Mr. Glanville, who trembled to hear so unfavourable an answer to his
enquiries, was struck dumb with his surprise and grief; when Sir
Charles, taking notice of the alteration in his countenance--

I am sorry, said he, to find you have set your heart upon this
fantastic girl: if ever she be your wife, which I very much doubt, she
will make you very unhappy. But, Charles, pursued he, I would advise
you to think no more of her; content yourself with the estate you gain
by her refusal of you: with that addition to your own fortune, you may
pretend to any lady whatever; and you will find many that are full as
agreeable as your cousin, who will be proud of your addresses.

Indeed, sir, said Mr. Glanville, with a sigh, there is no woman upon
earth whom I would choose to marry, but Lady Bella. I flattered myself
I had been happy enough to have made some progress in her affection;
but it seems I was mistaken; however, I should be glad to know if she
gave you any reasons for refusing me.

Reasons! said Sir Charles: there is no making her hear reason, or
expecting reason from her. I never knew so strange a woman in my life:
she would not allow me to speak what I intended concerning you; but
interrupted me every moment, with some high-flown stuff or other.

Then I have not lost all hopes of her, cried Mr. Glanville eagerly; for
since she did not hear what you had to say, she could not possibly deny
you.

But she behaved in a very impertinent manner to me, interrupted Sir
Charles; complained of my harsh treatment of her; and said several
other things, which, because of her uncommon style, I could not
perfectly understand; yet they seemed shocking; and, upon the whole,
treated me so rudely, that I am determined to leave her to herself, and
trouble my head no more about her.

For God's sake, dear sir, said Mr. Glanville, alarmed at this
resolution, suspend your anger till I have seen my cousin: there is
some mistake, I am persuaded, in all this. I know she has some very odd
humours, which you are not so well acquainted with, as I am. I'll go to
her, and prevail upon her to explain herself.

You may do so, if you please, replied Sir Charles; but I fear it will
be to very little purpose; for I really suspect her head is a little
turned. I do not know what to do with her: it is not fit she should
have the management of herself; and yet it is impossible to live upon
easy terms with her.

Mr. Glanville, who did not doubt but Arabella had been guilty of some
very ridiculous folly, offered nothing more in her justification; but,
having attended his father to his own chamber, went to Arabella's
apartment.

He found the pensive fair-one in a melancholy posture, her head
reclined upon one of her fair hands; and though her eyes were fixed
upon a book she held in the other, yet she did not seem to read, but
rather to be wholly buried in contemplation.

Mr. Glanville having so happily found her alone (for her women were
not then in her chamber) seated himself near her; having first asked
pardon for the interruption he had given to her studies; and Arabella,
throwing aside her book, prepared to listen to his discourse; which by
the agitation which appeared in his looks, she imagined would be upon
some extraordinary subject.

I left my father just now, said he, in a great deal of uneasiness, on
account of something you said to him, Lady Bella: he apprehends you are
disobliged, and he would willingly know how.

Has your father then acquainted you with the subject of our
conversation? interrupted Arabella.

I know what would have been the subject of your conversation, replied
Mr. Glanville, if you had been pleased to listen to what Sir Charles
intended to say to you on my behalf.

On your behalf? interrupted Arabella: Ah, poor deceived Glanville! how
I pity thy blind sincerity! But it is not for me to undeceive thee:
only thus much I must say to you, beware of committing your interests
to a person who will be a much better advocate for another than for you.

Mr. Glanville, rejoiced to find by these words that her resentment
against his father was occasioned by a suspicion so favourable for him,
assured her, that Sir Charles wished for nothing more earnestly than
that he might be able to merit her esteem; and that it was to dispose
her to listen to his addresses, that he wanted to discourse with her
that morning.

Mr. Glanville being obliged, through his knowledge of his cousin's
temper, to speak to her in this distant manner, went on with his
assurances of his father's candour in this respect; and Arabella, who
would not declare her reasons for doubting it, only replied, that she
wished Sir Charles meant all that he had said to him; but that she
could not persuade herself to believe him sincere, till his future
actions had convinced her he was so.

Mr. Glanville, impatient to let his father know how greatly he had been
mistaken in the cause of Arabella's behaviour, made his visit shorter
than he would otherwise have done, in order to undeceive him.

Is it possible, said Sir Charles, when his son had repeated the
conversation he had just had with Arabella, that she could be so
foolish as to imagine I had a design to propose any one else to her but
you? What reason have I ever given her, to think I would not be glad to
have her for my daughter-in-law? Indeed, she has some odd ways that are
very disagreeable; but she is one of the best matches in England for
all that. Poor girl! pursued he, she had reason to be angry, if that
was the case; and now I remember, she cried, when I told her I would
leave the house; yet her spirit was so great, that she told me I might
go. Well, I'll go and make it up with her; but who could have imagined
she would have been so foolish? Sir Charles, at the repetition of these
words, hurried away to Arabella's apartment.

Niece, said he at his entrance, I am come to ask you pardon, for having
led you into a belief, that I meant----

It is enough, sir, interrupted Arabella; I grant you my pardon for
what is past; and as it does not become me to receive submissions
from my uncle, while he remembers he is so, I will dispense with your
acknowledgments at present; only to convince me, that this sudden
alteration is sincere, avoid, I beseech you, for the future, all
occasions of displeasing me.

I protest, cried Sir Charles, that I never intended----

I will not hear you say a word more of your past intentions,
interrupted Arabella again; I have forgot them all; and, while you
continue to regard me as your niece, I will never remember them to your
disadvantage.

Then I may hope----, said Sir Charles.

Oh! Heavens! cried Arabella, not suffering him to proceed; do you come
to insult me thus, with a mock repentance? And has my easiness in
being so ready to forget the injury you would have done me, made you
presumptuous enough to cherish an insolent hope that I will ever change
my resolution?

How vexatious is this! replied Sir Charles, fretting to see her
continually mistaking him. I swear to you, by all that is sacred, that
it is my son for whom I would solicit your consent.

How! said Arabella, astonished, will you then be just at last? And can
you resolve to plead for that son, whose interest, but a moment ago,
you would have destroyed?

I see, said Sir Charles, it is impossible to convince you.

No, no! interrupted Arabella, hastily; it is not impossible but my own
ardent wishes that it may be so, will help to convince me of the truth
of what you say: for, in fine, do you think, I shall not be as glad as
yourself, to find you capable of acting honourably by your son; and
to see myself no longer the cause of the most unjustifiable conduct
imaginable?

Sir Charles was opening his mouth, to press her in favour of Mr.
Glanville; whom, notwithstanding her strange behaviour, he was glad to
find she loved; when Arabella preventing him--

Seek not, I beseech you, said she, to destroy that belief I am willing
to give your words, by any more attempts at this time to persuade me;
for truly, I shall interpret your solicitude no way in your favour:
therefore, if you desire I should be convinced you are sincere, let the
silence I require of you be one proof of it.

Sir Charles, who looked excessively out of countenance at such a
peremptory command from his niece, was going out of her chamber, in
a very ill humour, when the dinner-bell ringing, she gave him her
hand with a very gracious air; and permitted him to lead her into
the dining-room, where they found Mr. Glanville, his sister, and Sir
George, who had been detained to dinner by Miss Glanville, expecting
their coming.

Chapter VI.

_Containing some account of Thalestris, queen of the Amazons, with
other curious anecdotes._

Lady Bella having recovered her usual cheerfulness, through the
satisfaction she felt at her uncle's returning to reason, and the
abatement she perceived in Sir George's extreme melancholy, mixed in
the conversation with that wit and vivacity which was natural to her,
and which so absolutely charmed the whole company, that not one of them
remembered any of her former extravagancies.

Mr. Glanville gazed on her with a passionate tenderness, Sir George
with admiration, and the old baronet with wonder and delight.

But Miss Glanville, who was inwardly vexed at the superiority her
cousin's wit gave her over herself, wished for nothing more than an
opportunity of interrupting a conversation in which she could have no
share; and willing to put them in mind of some of Arabella's strange
notions, when she observed them disputing concerning some of the
actions of the ancient Romans, she very innocently asked Sir George,
whether in former times women went to the wars, and fought like men?
For my cousin, added she, talks of one Thaltris, a woman, that was as
courageous as any soldier whatever.

Mr. Glanville, horridly vexed at a question that was likely to engage
Arabella in a discourse very different from that she had been so
capable of pleasing in, frowned very intelligibly at his sister; and
to prevent any answer being given to her absurd demand, directed some
other conversation to Arabella: but she, who saw a favourite subject
started, took no notice of what Mr. Glanville was saying to her; but
directing her looks to Sir George--

Though Miss Glanville, said she, be a little mistaken in the name of
that fair queen she has mentioned; yet I am persuaded you know whom she
means; and that it is the renowned Thalestris, whose valour staggers
her belief, and of whom she wants to be informed.

Ay, ay, Thalestris, said Miss Glanville: it is such a strange name I
could not remember it; but, pray, was there ever such a person?

Certainly, madam, there was, replied Sir George: she was queen of
the Amazons, a warlike nation of women, who possessed great part of
Cappadocia, and extended their conquests so far, that they became
formidable to all their neighbours.

You find, miss, said Arabella, I did not attempt to impose upon you,
when I told you of the admirable valour of that beautiful queen; which
indeed was so great, that the united princes, in whose cause she
fought, looked upon her assistance to be equal to that of a whole army;
and they honoured her accordingly, with the most distinguishing marks
of their esteem and acknowledgment, and offered her the chief command
of their forces.

O shameful! cried Sir Charles: offer a woman the command of an army!
Brave fellows indeed, that would be commanded by a woman! Sure you
mistake, niece: there never was such a thing heard of in the world.

What, sir, said Arabella, will you contradict a fact attested by the
greatest historians that ever were? You may as well pretend to say,
there never were such persons as Oroondates or Juba, as dispute the
existence of the famous Thalestris.

Why, pray, madam, said Sir Charles, who were those?

One of them, replied Arabella, was the great king of Scythia; and the
other, prince of the Two Mauritanias.

Odds-heart! interrupted Sir Charles, I believe their kingdoms are in
the moon: I never heard of Scythia, or the Two Mauritanias, before.

And yet, sir, replied Arabella, those kingdoms are doubtless as
well known as France or England; and there is no question but the
descendants of the great Oroondates, and the valiant Juba, sway the
sceptres of them to this day.

I must confess, said Sir George, I have a very great admiration for
those two renowned princes, and have read their beautiful exploits with
infinite pleasure; notwithstanding which, I am more inclined to esteem
the great Artaban than either of them.

Though Artaban, replied Arabella, is, without question, a warrior
equal to either of them, and haply no person in the world possessed so
sublime a courage as his was; yet, it may be, your partiality proceeds
from another cause; and you having the honour to resemble him in some
little infidelities he was accused of, with less justice than yourself
perhaps, induces you to favour him more than any other.

Arabella blushed when she ended these words: and Sir George replied
with a sigh--

I have, indeed, the honour, madam, to resemble the great Artaban, in
having dared to raise my thoughts towards a divine person, who, with
reason, condemns my adorations.

Hey-day! cried Sir Charles, are you going to speak of divine things,
after all the fables you have been talking of? Troth, I love to hear
young men enter upon such subjects: but pray, niece, who told you Sir
George was an infidel?

Mr. Glanville, replied Arabella: and I am inclined to think he spoke
truth; for Sir George has never pretended to deny it.

How! interrupted Sir Charles; I am sorry to hear that. I hope you have
never, added he, looking at the young baronet, endeavoured to corrupt
my son with any of your free-thinking principles. I am for every body
having liberty of conscience; but I cannot endure to hear people of
your stamp endeavouring to propagate your mischievous notions; and
because you have no regard for your own future happiness, disturbing
other people in the laudable pursuit of theirs.

We will not absolutely condemn Sir George, said Arabella, till we have
heard his history from his own mouth, which he promised, some time ago,
to relate when I desired it.

I do not imagine his history is fit to be heard by ladies, said Sir
Charles; for your infidels live a strange kind of life.

However that may be, replied Arabella, we must not dispense with Sir
George from performing his promise. I dare say there are no ladies here
who will think the worse of him for freely confessing his faults.

You may answer for yourself, if you please, madam, said Sir Charles;
but I hope my girl there will not say as much.

I dare say my cousin is not so rigid, said Arabella: she has too much
the spirit of Julia in her, to find fault with a little infidelity.

I am always obliged to you for your comparisons, cousin, said Miss
Glanville: I suppose this is greatly to my advantage too.

I assure you, madam, said Sir George, Lady Bella has done you no injury
by the comparison she has just now made; for Julia was one of the
finest princesses in the world.

Yet she was not free from the suspicion of infidelity, replied
Arabella; but though I do not pretend to tax my cousin with that fault,
yet it is with a great deal of reason that I say she resembles her in
her volatile humour.

I was never thought to be ill-humoured in my life, madam, said Miss
Glanville, colouring; and I cannot imagine what reason I have given you
for saying I am.

Nay, cousin, said Arabella, I am not condemning your humour; for, to
say the truth, there are a great many charms in a volatile disposition;
and notwithstanding the admirable beauty of Julia, it is possible she
made as many slaves by her light and airy carriage, as she did by her
eyes, though they were the fairest in the world, except the divine
Cleopatra's.

Cleopatra! cried Sir Charles: why she was a gipsy, was she not?

I never heard her called so, said Arabella, gravely; and I am apt to
believe you are not at all acquainted with her. But pray, pursued
she, let us wave this discourse at present, and prepare to listen to
Sir George's relation of his life: which, I dare say, is full of very
extraordinary events. However, sir, added she, directing her speech
to the young baronet, I am afraid your modesty will induce you to
speak with less candour than you ought, of those great actions, which
questionless you have performed: therefore we shall hear your history,
with greater satisfaction, from the mouth of your faithful squire, who
will not have the same reasons that you have for suppressing what is
most admirable in the adventures of your life.

Since it is your pleasure, madam, replied Sir George, to hear my
adventures, I will recount them as well as I am able myself, to the end
that I may have an opportunity of obliging you by doing some violence
to my natural modesty, which will not suffer me to relate things the
world have been pleased to speak of to my advantage, without some
little confusion.

Then, casting down his eyes, he seemed to be recollecting the most
material passages in his life. Mr. Glanville, though he could have
wished he had not indulged Arabella in her ridiculous request, was not
able to deny himself the diversion of hearing what kind of history he
would invent; and therefore resolved to stay and listen to him.

Miss Glanville was also highly delighted with the proposal; but
Sir Charles, who could not conceive there could be any thing worth
listening to, in a young rake's account of himself, got up with an
intention to walk in the garden; when perceiving it rained, he changed
his resolution, and resuming his seat, prepared to listen, as every one
else did, to the expected story.

When Sir George, after having paused a quarter of an hour longer,
during which all the company observed a profound silence, began his
relation in this manner, addressing himself to Arabella.

BOOK VI.

Chapter I.

_Containing the beginning of Sir George's history; in which the
ingenious relator has exactly copied the style of romance._

Though at present, madam, you behold me in the quality of a private
gentleman, in the possession only of a tolerable estate, yet my birth
is illustrious enough: my ancestors having formerly worn a crown,
which, as they won by their valour, so they lost by their misfortune
only.

How! interrupted Sir Charles, are you descended from kings? Why, I
never heard you say so before: pray, sir, how far are you removed from
royal blood? and which of your forefathers was it that wore a crown?

Sir, replied Sir George, it is not much more than eight hundred years
since my ancestors, who were Saxons, swayed the sceptre of Kent; and
from the first monarch of that mighty kingdom am I lineally descended.

Pray where may that kingdom of Kent lie? said Sir Charles.

Sir, replied Sir George, it is bounded by Sussex on the south-west;
Surrey on the west; the English Channel on the south; Dover Straits
on the south-east; and the Downs on the east; and it is divided from
Middlesex and Essex on the north by the Thames.

A mighty kingdom, indeed! said Sir Charles: why, it makes but a very
small part of the kingdom of Britain now. Well, if your ancestors were
kings of that county, as it is now called, it must be confessed their
dominions were very small.

However that may be, said Arabella, it raises Sir George greatly in
my esteem, to hear he is descended from kings; for, truly, a royal
extraction does infinitely set off noble and valiant actions, and
inspires only lofty and generous sentiments: therefore, illustrious
prince (for in that light I shall always consider you), be assured,
though fortune has despoiled you of your dominions, yet since she
cannot deprive you of your courage and virtue, Providence will one day
assist your noble endeavours to recover your rights, and place you upon
the throne of your ancestors, from whence you have been so inhumanly
driven; or, haply, to repair that loss, your valour may procure you
other kingdoms, no less considerable than that to which you was born.

For Heaven's sake, niece, said Sir Charles, how come such improbable
things into your head? Is it such an easy matter, think you, to conquer
kingdoms, that you can flatter a young man, who has neither fleets nor
armies, with such strange hopes?

The great Artaban, sir, resumed Arabella, had neither fleets nor
armies, and was master only of a single sword; yet he soon saw himself
greater than any king, disposing the destinies of monarchs by his
will, and deciding the fates of empires by a single word. But pray let
this dispute rest where it is, and permit Sir George to continue his
relation.

It is not necessary, madam, resumed Sir George, to acquaint you with
the misfortunes of my family, or relate the several progressions it
made towards the private condition in which it now is: for, besides
that reciting the events of so many hundred years may haply, in some
measure, try your patience, I should be glad if you would dispense with
me from entering into a detail of accidents that would sensibly afflict
me. It shall suffice, therefore, to inform you, that my father, being
a peaceable man, fond of retirement and tranquillity, made no attempts
to recover the sovereignty from which his ancestors had been unjustly
expelled; but quietly beheld the kingdom of Kent in the possession
of other masters, while he contented himself with the improvement of
that small pittance of ground, which was all that the unhappy Prince
Veridomer, my grandfather, was able to bequeath to him.

Hey-day! cried Sir Charles, will you new-christen your grandfather,
when he has been in his grave these forty years? I knew honest Sir
Edward Bellmour very well, though I was but a youth when he died; but I
believe no person in Kent ever gave him the title of Prince Veridomer.
Fie! fie! these are idle brags.

Sir George, without taking notice of the old baronet's heat, went on
with his narration in this manner:--

Things were in this state, madam, when I was born. I will not trouble
you with the relation of what I did in my infancy.

No, pray skip over all that, interrupted Sir Charles; I suppose your
infancy was like other people's; what can there be worth hearing in
that?

You are deceived, sir, said Arabella: the infancy of illustrious
personages has always something very extraordinary in it; and from
their childish words and actions there have been often presages drawn
of their future greatness and glory.

Not to disoblige Sir Charles, however, said the young prince of Kent,
I will not repeat many things which I said and did in the first years
of my life, that those about me thought very surprising; and from them
prognosticated that very strange accidents would befall me.

I have been a witness of some very unfavourable prognostics of you,
said Sir Charles, smiling; for you was the most unlucky bold spark that
ever I knew in my life.

It is very certain, pursued Sir George, that the forwardness of my
spirit gave great uneasiness to my father; who being, as I said before,
inclinable to a peaceable and sedentary life, endeavoured as much as
possible to repress that vivacity in my disposition which he feared
might involve me in dangerous enterprises. The pains he took in my
education, I recompensed by a more than ordinary docility; and before I
was thirteen, performed all my exercises with a marvellous grace; and,
if I may dare say so, was, at those early years, the admiration and
wonder of all that saw me.

Lady Bella had some reason to fear your modesty, I find, said Sir
Charles, smiling; for, methinks you really speak too slightly of your
excellencies.

However that may be, resumed Sir George, my father saw these early
instances of a towering genius in me, with a pleasure, chastened by
his fears, that the grandeur of my courage would lead me to attempt
something for the recovery of that kingdom, which was my due; and which
might haply occasion his losing me.

Possessed with these thoughts, he carefully avoided saying any thing to
me concerning the glorious pretences to which my birth gave me a right;
and often wished it had been possible for him to conceal from me, that
I was the true and lawful heir of the kingdom of Kent; a circumstance
he never chose to mention to any person, and would have been glad if it
had always remained a secret.

And so it was a secret, interrupted Sir Charles; for, till this day,
I never heard of it; and it might still have been a secret if you had
pleased; for nobody, I dare say, would suspect such a thing; and very
few, I believe, will be inclined to think there is any thing in such an
improbable tale.

Notwithstanding all my father's endeavours to the contrary, madam,
pursued Sir George, I cherished those towering sentiments the knowledge
of my birth inspired me with; and it was not without the utmost
impatience that I brooked the private condition to which I found myself
reduced.

Cruel fate! would I sometimes cry; was it not enough to deprive me of
that kingdom which is my due, and subject me to a mean and inglorious
state; but to make that condition infinitely more grievous, must thou
give me a soul towering above my abject fortune? A soul, that cannot
but disdain the base submission I must pay to those who triumph in
the spoils of my ruined house? A soul, which sees nothing above its
hopes and expectations? And, in fine, a soul, that excites me daily
to attempt things worthy of my birth, and those noble sentiments I
inherit from my great forefathers? Ah! pursued I, unhappy Bellmour,
what hinders thee from making thyself known and acknowledged for what
thou art? What hinders thee from boldly asserting thy just and natural
rights; and from defying the usurper who detains them from thee? What
hinders thee, I say?

What? interrupted Sir Charles; why the fear of a halter, I suppose:
there is nothing more easy than to answer that question.

Such, madam, said Sir George, were the thoughts which continually
disturbed my imagination; and, doubtless, they had not failed to push
me on to some hazardous enterprise, had not a fatal passion interposed;
and by its sweet but dangerous allurements, stifled for a while that
flame which ambition, and the love of glory kindled in my soul.

Sir George here pausing, and fixing his eyes with a melancholy air on
the ground, as if pressed with a tender remembrance,--

Mr. Glanville asked him, smiling, if the thoughts of poor Dolly
disturbed him? Pray, added he, give us the history of your first love,
without any mixture of fable; or shall I take the trouble off you? For
you know, I am very well acquainted with your affair with the pretty
milk-maid, and can tell it very succinctly.

It is true, sir, said Sir George, sighing, I cannot recall the idea
of Dorothea into my remembrance, without some pain: that fair but
unfaithful shepherdess, who first taught me to sigh, and repaid my
tenderness with the blackest infidelity: yet I will endeavour to
compose myself, and go on with my narration.

Be pleased to know then, madam, pursued Sir George, that having my
thoughts, in this manner, wholly employed with the disasters of my
family, I had arrived to my seventeenth year, without being sensible of
the power of love; but the moment now arrived, which was to prove fatal
to my liberty. Following the chase one day with my father and some
other gentlemen, I happened to lag a little behind them; and, being
taken up with my ordinary reflections, I lost my way, and wandered a
long time, without knowing or considering whither I was going. Chance
at last conducted me to a pleasant valley, surrounded with trees: and,
being tired with riding, I alighted, and tying my horse to a tree,
walked forward with an intention to repose myself a few moments under
the shade of one of those trees that had attracted my observation:
but while I was looking for the most convenient place, I spied, at
the distance of some few yards from me, a woman lying asleep upon the
grass. Curiosity tempted me to go nearer this person; and, advancing
softly, that I might not disturb her, I got near enough to have a view
of her person: but, ah! heavens! what wonders did my eyes encounter
in this view!----The age of this fair sleeper seemed not to exceed
sixteen; her shape was formed with the exactest symmetry; one of her
hands supported her head; the other, as it lay carelessly stretched
at her side, gave me an opportunity of admiring its admirable colour
and proportion. The thin covering upon her neck discovered part of its
inimitable beauty to my eyes; but her face, her lovely face, fixed all
my attention.

Certain it is, madam, that, out of this company, it would be hard to
find any thing so perfect as what I now viewed. Her complexion was
the purest white imaginable, heightened by the enchanting glow which
dyed her fair cheeks with a colour like that of a new-blown rose: her
lips, formed with the greatest perfection, and of a deeper red, seemed
to receive new beauties from the fragrance of that breath that parted
from them. Her auburn hair fell in loose ringlets over her neck; and
some straggling curls, that played upon her fair forehead, set off
by a charming contrast the whiteness of that skin it partly hid. Her
eyes indeed were closed; and though I knew not whether their colour
and beauty were equal to those other miracles in her face, yet their
proportion seemed to be large; and the snowy lids, which covered them,
were admirably set off by those long and sable lashes that adorned them.

For some moments I gazed upon this lovely sleeper, wholly lost in
wonder and admiration.

Where, whispered I, where has this miracle been concealed, that my eyes
were never blessed with the sight of her before? These words, though I
uttered them softly, and with the utmost caution; yet by the murmuring
noise they made, caused an emotion in the beauteous sleeper, that she
started, and presently after opened her eyes: but what words shall I
find to express the wonder, the astonishment, and rapture, which the
sight of those bright stars inspired me with? The flames which darted
from those glorious orbs cast such a dazzling splendor upon a sight too
weak to bear a radiance so unusual, that stepping back a few paces,
I contemplated at a distance, that brightness which began already to
kindle a consuming fire in my soul.

Bless me! interrupted Sir Charles, confounded at so pompous a
description; who could this be?

The pretty milk-maid, Dolly Acorn, replied Mr. Glanville gravely: did
you never see her, sir, when you was at your seat, at ----? She used
often to bring cream to my lady.

Aye, aye, replied Sir Charles, I remember her: she was a very pretty
girl. And so it was from her eyes that all those splendors and flames
came, that had like to have burnt you up, Sir George? Well, well, I
guess how the story will end: pray let us hear it out.

I have already told you, madam, resumed Sir George, the marvellous
effects the sight of those bright eyes produced upon my spirit. I
remained fixed in a posture of astonishment and delight; and all the
faculties of my soul were so absorbed in the contemplation of the
miracles before me, that I believe, had she still continued before my
eyes, I should never have moved from the place where I then stood:
but the fair virgin, who had spied me at the small distance to which
I was retired, turned hastily about, and flew away with extraordinary
swiftness.

When love, now lending me wings, whom admiration had before made
motionless, I pursued her so eagerly, that at last I overtook her; and,
throwing myself upon my knees before her,--

Stay, I conjure you, cried I; and if you be a divinity, as your
celestial beauty makes me believe, do not refuse the adoration I offer
you: but if, as I most ardently wish, you are a mortal, though sure
the fairest that ever graced the earth; stop a moment to look upon a
man, whose respects for you as a mortal fall little short of those
adorations he offers you as a goddess.

I can't but think, cried Sir Charles, laughing, how poor Dolly must be
surprised at such a rhodomontade speech!

Oh, sir! replied Mr. Glanville, you will find she will make as good a
one.

Will she, by my troth? said Sir Charles: I don't know how to believe it.

This action, pursued Sir George, and the words I uttered, a little
surprised that fair maid, and brought a blush into her lovely cheeks;
but recovering herself, she replied with an admirable grace--

I am no divinity, said she; and therefore your adorations are
misplaced: but if, as you say, my countenance moves you to any respect
for me, give me a proof of it, by not endeavouring to hold any further
discourse with me, which is not permitted me from one of your sex and
appearance.

A very wise answer, indeed! interrupted Sir Charles again. Very few
town-ladies would have disclaimed the title of goddess, if their lovers
had thought proper to bestow it upon them. I am mightily pleased with
the girl for her ingenuity.

The discretion of so young a damsel, resumed Sir George, charmed me no
less than her beauty; and I besought her, with the utmost earnestness,
to permit me a longer conversation with her.

Fear not, lovely virgin, said I, to listen to the vows of a man, who,
till he saw you, never learnt to sigh. My heart, which defended its
liberty against the charms of many admirable ladies, yields, without
reluctance, to the pleasing violence your beauties lay upon me. Yes,
too charming and dangerous stranger, I am no longer my own master;
it is in your power to dispose of my destiny: consider therefore, I
beseech you, whether you can consent to see me die? For I swear to you,
by the most sacred oaths, unless you promise to have some compassion on
me, I will no longer behold the light of day.

You may easily conceive, madam, that, considering this lovely maid in
the character of a shepherdess, in which she appeared, I made her a
declaration of my passion, without thinking myself obliged to observe
those respects, which to a person of equal rank with myself, decorum
would not have permitted me to forget.

However, she repelled my boldness with so charming a modesty, that I
began to believe she might be a person of illustrious birth, disguised
under the mean habit she wore: but, having requested her to inform
me who she was, she told me her name was Dorothea; and that she was
daughter to a farmer that lived in the neighbouring valley. This
knowledge increasing my confidence, I talked to her of my passion,
without being the least afraid of offending her.

And therein you was greatly to blame, said Arabella: for, truly, though
the fair Dorothea told you she was daughter to a farmer, yet, in all
probability, she was of a much higher extraction, if the picture you
have drawn of her be true.

The fair Arsinoe, princess of Armenia, was constrained for a while to
conceal her true name and quality, and pass for a simple country-woman,
under the name of Delia: yet the generous Philadelph, prince of
Cilicia, who saw and loved her under that disguise, treated her with
all the respect he would have done, had he known she was the daughter
of a king. In like manner, Prince Philoxipes, who fell in love with the
beautiful Policrete, before he knew she was the daughter of the great
Solon; and while he looked upon her as a poor stranger, born of mean
parents; nevertheless, his love supplying the want of those advantages
of birth and fortune, he wooed her with a passion as full of awe and
delicacy as if her extraction had been equal to his own. And therefore
those admirable qualities the fair Dorothea possessed might also have
convinced you she was not what she seemed, but haply, some great
princess in disguise.

To tell you the truth, madam, replied Sir George, notwithstanding
the fair Dorothea informed me she was of a mean descent, I could not
easily forego the opinion that she was of an illustrious birth; and the
histories of those fair princesses you have mentioned coming into my
mind, I also thought it very possible, that this divine person might
either be the daughter of a great king, or law-giver, like them. But,
being wholly engrossed by the violence of my new-born affection, I
listened to nothing but what most flattered my hopes; and, addressing
my lovely shepherdess with all the freedom of a person who thinks his
birth much superior to hers, she listened to my protestations without
any seeming reluctance, and condescended to assure me before we parted,
that she did not hate me. So fair a beginning, seemed to promise me the
most favourable fortune I could with reason expect. I parted from my
fair shepherdess with a thousand vows of fidelity; exacting a promise
from her, that she would meet me as often as she conveniently could,
and have the goodness to listen to those assurances of inviolable
tenderness my passion prompted me to offer her. When she left me, it
seemed as if my soul had forsaken my body to go after her: my eyes
pursued her steps as long as she was in sight; I envied the ground she
pressed as she went along, and the breezes that kissed that celestial
countenance in their flight.

For some hours I stood in the same posture in which she had left me;
contemplating the sudden change I had experienced in my heart, and
the beauty of that divine image, which was now engraved in it. Night
drawing on, I began to think of going home; and, untying my horse,
I returned the way I had come; and at last struck into a road which
brought me to the place where I parted from the company; from whence
I easily found my way home, so changed both in my looks and carriage,
that my father, and all my friends, observed the alteration with some
surprise.

Chapter II.

_In which Sir George, continuing his surprising history, relates a most
stupendous instance of a valour only to be paralleled by that of the
great Oroondates, Cæsareo, &c. &c. &c._

For some months, continued Sir George, I prosecuted my addresses to
the admirable Dorothea; and I flattered myself with a hope that I had
made some progress in her heart: but, alas! this deceitful fair-one,
who only laughed at the torments she made me endure, at the time she
vowed eternal constancy to me, gave her hand to a lover of her father's
providing, and abandoned me, without remorse, to the most cruel despair.

I will not trouble you, madam, with the repetition of those complaints
which this perfidious action drew from me for a long time. At length,
my courage enabling me to overcome the violence of my grief, I resolved
to think of the ungrateful Dorothea no more; and the sight of another
beauty completing my cure, I no longer remembered the unfaithful
shepherdess but with indifference.

Thus, madam, have I faithfully related one of those infidelities
wherewith my enemies slander me; who can support their assertion with
no better proof than that I did not die when Dorothea abandoned me: but
I submit it to your candour, whether an unfaithful mistress deserved
such an instance of affection from a lover she had betrayed?

Why, really, replied Arabella, after a little pause, you had some
excuse to plead for your failure in this point: and though you cannot
be called the most perfect amongst lovers, seeing you neither died
nor was in danger of dying, yet neither ought you to be ranked among
those who are most culpable. But pray proceed in your story: I shall be
better able to form a right judgment of your merit as a lover, when I
have heard all your adventures.

My passion for Dorothea, resumed Sir George, being cured by her
treachery towards me, the love of glory began again to revive in my
soul. I panted after some occasion to signalize my valour, which yet I
had met with no opportunity of doing; but hearing that a mighty army
was preparing to march upon a secret expedition, I privately quitted
my father's seat; and attended only by my faithful squire, I took the
same route the army had taken, and arrived the day before the terrible
battle of ---- was fought, where, without making myself known, I
performed such prodigies of valour as astonished all who beheld me.
Without doubt I should have been highly caressed by the commander, who
certainly would have given me the honour of a victory my sword alone
had procured for him; but having unwittingly engaged myself too far in
pursuit of the flying enemy, I found myself alone, encompassed with a
party of about five hundred men; who seeing they were pursued only by a
single man, faced about, and prepared to kill or take me prisoner.

Pray, sir, interrupted Sir Charles, when did all this happen? And how
came it to pass that your friends have been ignorant to this moment
of those prodigies of valour you performed at that battle? I never
heard you was ever in a battle: fame has done you great injustice, by
concealing the part you had in that famous victory.

The great care I took to conceal myself, replied Sir George, was one
reason why my friends did not attribute to me the exploits which the
knight in black armour, who was no other than myself, performed; and
the accident I am going to relate prevented my being discovered, while
the memory of those great exploits were yet fresh in the minds of those
I had so greatly obliged.

Be pleased to know, therefore, madam, that seeing myself about to be
encompassed by this party of the enemy, I disdained to fly; and, though
I was alone, resolved to sustain their attack, and sell my life as dear
as possible.

Why, if you did so, you was a madman, cried Sir Charles, in a heat:
the bravest man that ever lived would not have presumed to fight with
so great a number of enemies. What could you expect but to be cut in
pieces? Pooh! pooh! don't think any body will credit such a ridiculous
tale: I never knew you was so addicted to--

Lying, perhaps, the good knight would have said; but Sir George, who
was concerned he was present at his legend, and could not blame him for
doubting his veracity, prevented his utterance of a word he would be
obliged to take ill, by abruptly going on with his story.

Placing my back therefore against a tree, pursued he, to prevent my
being assaulted behind, I presented my shield to the boldest of these
assailants; who, having struck an impotent blow upon it, as he was
lifting up his arm to renew his attack, I cut it off with one stroke of
my sword; and the same instant plunged it to the hilt in the breast of
another, and clove the skull of a third, who was making at me, in two
parts.

Sir Charles, at this relation, burst into a loud fit of laughter; and,
being more inclined to divert himself than be offended at the folly
and vanity of the young baronet, he permitted him to go on with his
surprising story, without giving him any other interruption.

These three executions, madam, pursued Sir George, were the effects
only of so many blows; which raised such indignation in my enemies,
that they pressed forward in great numbers to destroy me; but having,
as I before said, posted myself so advantageously, that I could only
be assaulted before, not more than three or four could attack me at
one time. The desire of lengthening out my life, till happily some
succour might come to my relief, so invigorated my arm, and added to my
ordinary strength an almost irresistible force, that I dealt death at
every blow; and in less than a quarter of an hour, saw more than fifty
of my enemies at my feet, whose bodies served for a bulwark against
their fellows' swords.

The commander of this little body, not having generosity enough to
be moved with these prodigious effects of valour in my favour, was
transported with rage at my resistance; and the sight of so many of
his men slain before his face, served only to increase his fury: and
that moment, seeing that, with two more blows, I had sent two of his
most valiant soldiers to the shades, and that the rest, fearing to come
within the length of my sword, had given me a few moments respite--

Ah! cowards! cried he, are you afraid of a single man? And will you
suffer _him_ to escape from your vengeance, who has slain so many of
your brave comrades before your eyes?

These words inspiring them with a fierceness such as he desired, they
advanced towards me with more fury than before. By this time, I had
received several large wounds, and my blood ran down from many parts
of my body: yet was I not sensible of any decay of strength, nor did
the settled designs of my enemies to destroy me daunt me in the least.
I still relied upon the assistance I expected Providence would send to
my relief, and determined, if possible, to preserve my life till it
arrived.

I fought, therefore, with a resolution which astonished my enemies,
but did not move them to any regard for my safety: and observing their
brutal commander a few paces from me encouraging his men, both with
his cries and gestures, indignation against this inhuman wretch so
transported me out of my discretion, that I quitted my post, in order
to sacrifice him to my revenge.

Seeing me advance furiously towards him, he turned pale with fear,
and endeavoured to shelter himself in the midst of his men; who, more
valiant than himself, opposed themselves to my rage to favour his
retreat; but quickly clearing myself a way with my sword, I pressed
towards the barbarous coward; and, ere he could avoid the blow I aimed
at him, it struck him senseless at my feet.

My particular revenge thus satisfied, I was sensible of the fault I
had committed in quitting my post, by which I exposed myself to be
surrounded by the enemy. I endeavoured to regain it, but in vain: I was
beset on all sides, and now despaired of any safety; and therefore only
sought to die courageously, and make as many of my enemies as I could
attend my fall.

Exasperated by the misfortune of their commander, they pressed upon
me with redoubled fury. Faint as I was with the loss of blood, and so
fatigued with the past action, and the obstinate fight I had maintained
so long with such a considerable number, I could hardly any longer lift
up my arm; and, to complete my misfortune, having thrust my sword into
the body of one of the forwardest of my enemies, in my endeavouring to
regain it, it broke in pieces, and the hilt only remained in my hand.

This accident completed my defeat: deprived of my sword, I was no
longer capable of making any defence: several of them pressed upon me
at once; and, throwing me down, tied my hands together behind me. Shame
and rage at this indignity worked so forcibly upon my spirits, weakened
as I then was, that I fell into a swoon. What happened till my recovery
I am not able to tell; but at the return of my senses, I found myself
laid on a bed in a tolerable chamber, and some persons with me, who
kept a profound silence.

Chapter III.

_A love adventure, after the romantic taste._

Recollecting in a few moments all that happened to me, I could not
choose but be surprised at finding myself treated with so little
severity, considering I was prisoner to persons who had been witnesses
of the great quantity of blood I had shed in my own defence. My wounds
had been dressed while I continued in my swoon; and the faces of those
persons who were about me expressed nothing of unkindness.

After reflecting some time longer on my situation, I called to a young
man who sat near my bed-side, and entreated him to inform me where
I was, and to whom I was a prisoner; but could get no other answer
to those questions than a most civil entreaty to compose myself, and
not protract the cure of my wounds by talking; which the surgeons had
declared would be of a bad consequence, and had therefore ordered me to
be as little disturbed as possible.

Notwithstanding this remonstrance, I repeated my request, promising to
be entirely governed by them for the future in what regarded my health,
provided they would satisfy me in those particulars. But my attendant
did not so much as reply to those importunities; but to prevent the
continuance of them, rose from his seat, and retired to the other end
of the chamber.

I passed that day, and several others, without being able to learn the
truth of my condition. All this time I was diligently waited on by the
two persons I had first seen, neither of whom I could prevail upon to
inform me of what I desired to know; and judging by this obstinate
reserve, and the manner of my treatment, that there was some mystery in
the case, I forbore to ask them any more questions, conceiving they had
particular orders not to answer them.

The care that was taken to forward my cure, in three weeks entirely
restored me to health. I longed impatiently to know what was to be
my destiny; and busied myself in conjecturing it in vain; when one
morning, an elderly lady entered my chamber, at whose appearance my two
attendants retired.

After she had saluted me very civilly, and enquired after my health,
she seated herself in a chair near my bed-side, and spoke to me in this
manner--

I make no question, sir, but you are surprised at the manner in which
you have been treated, and the care there has been taken to prevent
discovering to you the place where you now are; but you will doubtless
be more surprised to hear you are in the fortress of ----, and in the
house of Prince Marcomire, whose party you fought against alone; and
whom you so dangerously wounded, before you was taken prisoner by his
men.

Is it possible, madam, said I, who from the first moment of her
appearance had been in a strange perplexity--is it possible I am in the
house of a man whose life I endeavoured so eagerly to destroy? And is
it to him, who oppressed me so basely with numbers, that I am obliged
for the succour I have received?

It is not to him, replied the lady, that you are obliged for the
favourable treatment you have had; but listen to me patiently, and I
will disclose the truth of your adventure.

Prince Marcomire, who was the person that headed that party against
which you so valiantly defended yourself, after the loss of the battle,
was hastening to throw himself into this place, where his sister, and
many ladies of quality, had come for security: your indiscreet pursuit
engaged you in the most unequal combat that ever was fought; and----

Nay, sir, interrupted Arabella, though I do not refuse to give you
all the praises your gallant defence of yourself against five hundred
men deserves; yet I cannot agree with that lady, in saying, it was
the most unequal combat that ever was fought: for, do but reflect, I
beseech you, upon that which the brave prince of Mauritania sustained
against twice that number of men, with no other arms than his sword;
and, you having been in battle that day, was, as I conceive, completely
armed. The young prince of Egypt, accompanied only by the valiant, but
indiscreet, Cepio his friend, engaged all the king of Armenia's guards,
and put them all to flight. The courageous Ariobarsanes scorned to turn
his back upon a whole army; not to mention the invincible Artaban, whom
a thousand armies together could not have made to turn.

Be pleased to observe, madam, said Sir George, that to the end I may
faithfully recount my history, I am under the necessity of repeating
things which, haply, may seem too advantageous for a man to say of
himself: therefore I indeed greatly approve of the custom, which, no
doubt, this inconveniency introduced, of a squire, who is thoroughly
instructed with the secrets of his master's heart, relating his
adventures, and giving a proper eulogium of his rare valour, without
being in danger of offending the modesty of the renowned knight; who,
as you know, madam, upon those occasions, commodiously slips away.

It being, however, this lady's opinion, that no man ever undertook a
more hazardous combat, or with greater odds against him, she did not
fail to express her admiration of it in very high terms.

The noise of this accident, pursued she, was soon spread over the
whole town; and the beautiful Sydimiris, Marcomire's sister, hearing
that her brother was wounded, as it was thought, to death, and that
the person who killed him was taken prisoner, she flew out to meet her
wounded brother, distracted with grief, and vowing to have the severest
tortures executed on him who had thus barbarously murdered her brother.
Those who bore that unhappy prince, having brought him into the house,
his wounds were searched; and the surgeons declared they were very
dangerous.

Sydimiris, hearing this, redoubled her complaints and vows of vengeance
against you: her brother having then the chief authority in the place,
she commanded, in his name, to have you brought hither, and to be most
strictly guarded; determined, if her brother died, to sacrifice you to
his ghost.

Full of these sanguinary resolutions, she left his chamber, having seen
him laid in bed, and his wounds dressed; but passing along a gallery
to her own apartment, she met the persons who were bringing you to the
room that was to be your prison. You was not, pursued the lady, yet
recovered from your swoon, so that they carried you like one that was
dead: they had taken off your helmet to give you air; by which means
your face being quite uncovered, pale, languishing, and your eyes
closed, as if in death, presented the most moving, and, at the same
time, most pleasing object in the world.

Sydimiris, who stopped, and for a moment eagerly gazed upon you, lost
all of a sudden the fierceness which before had animated her against
you; and lifting up her eyes to view those men that carried you--

Are you sure, said she to them, that this is the person who wounded my
brother?

Yes, madam, replied one of them: this must be he, since there was no
other in his company; and he alone sustained the attack of five hundred
men; and would probably not have left one of them alive, had not his
sword, by breaking, put it into our power to take him prisoner.

Carry him away, said Sydimiris; but let his wounds be dressed, and
let him be carefully looked to, that, if my brother dies, he may be
punished as he deserves.

Pronouncing these words in a low and faltering voice, she turned her
eyes a second time upon you; then, hastily averting her looks, she
hurried to her own chamber, and threw herself into a chair, with all
the marks of a very great disturbance.

The affection I have for her, being the person who had brought her
up, and most favoured with her confidence, made me behold her in this
condition with great concern; and supposing it was her brother that
disquieted her, I besought her not to give way to the violence of her
grief, but to hope that Heaven would restore him to her prayers.

Alas! my dear Urinoe, said she, I am more culpable than you can
imagine; and I grieve less for the condition to which I see Marcomire
reduced, than for that moderation wherewith I am constrained, spite of
myself, to behold his enemy.

Yes, dear Urinoe, pursued she, blushing, and casting down her eyes, the
actions of this unknown appear to me in quite another light since I
have seen him; and, instead of looking upon him as the murderer of my
brother, I cannot help admiring that rare valour with which he defended
himself against so great a number of enemies; and am even ready to
condemn the furious Marcomire for oppressing so brave a man.

As I had never approved of those violent transports of grief and
rage which she had expressed upon the first news of her brother's
misfortune; and as I looked upon your glorious defence with the utmost
admiration; so far from condemning the change of her thoughts, I
confirmed her in the favourable opinion she began to entertain of you;
and, continuing to make remarks upon all the particulars of the combat,
which had come to our knowledge, we found nothing in your behaviour,
but what increased our admiration.

Sydimiris therefore, following the dictates of her own generosity, as
well as my advice, placed two persons about you, whose fidelity we
could rely on; and gave them orders to treat you with all imaginable
care and respect, but not to inform you of the place in which you was,
or to whom you was prisoner.

In the mean time, Marcomire, whose wounds had been again examined, was
declared out of danger by the surgeons; and he having understood the
excess of his sister's grief, and the revenge she had vowed against
you, gave her thanks for those expressions of her tenderness; and also
uttered some threats, which intimated a violent hatred against you; and
a design of prosecuting his revenge upon you as soon as he was in a
condition to leave his chamber.

Sydimiris, who heard him, could with difficulty dissemble her concern.

Ah! Urinoe, said she to me, when we were alone; it is now that I more
than ever repent of that excess of rage which transported me against
the brave unknown. I have thereby put him entirely into my brother's
power, and shall be haply accessary to that death he is meditating for
him, or else a perpetual imprisonment.

This reflection gave her so much pain, that I could not choose but pity
her; and considering that the only way to preserve you was for her to
dissemble a rage equal to Marcomire's against you, in order to prevent
being suspected of any design in your favour, I persuaded her to join
with him in every thing he said; while, in the mean time, we would
endeavour to get you cured of your wounds, that you might at least be
in a condition once more to defend yourself with that miraculous valour
Heaven has bestowed on you.

Sydimiris perceiving her brother would soon be in a condition to
execute his threats, resolved to hazard every thing rather than to
expose you to his rage: she therefore communicated to me her design
of giving you liberty, and, by presenting a sufficient reward to your
guard, inducing them to favour your escape.

I undertook to manage this business in her name, and have done it so
effectually, that you will this night be at liberty, and may depart the
town immediately; in which it will be dangerous to stay any time, for
fear of being discovered.

Sydimiris forbade me to let you know the person to whom you would
be obliged for your freedom; but I could not endure that you should
unjustly involve the sister of Marcomire in that resentment you will
questionless always preserve against _him_: and to keep you from being
innocently guilty of ingratitude, I resolved to acquaint you with the
nature of those obligations you owe to her.

Chapter IV.

_The adventure continued._

Ah, madam! said I, observing she had finished her discourse, doubt
not but I shall most gratefully preserve the remembrance of what the
generous Sydimiris has done for me; and shall always be ready to lose
that life in her defence, which she has had the superlative goodness to
take so much care of. But, madam, pursued I, with an earnest look, do
not, I beseech you, refuse me one favour, without which I shall depart
with inconceivable sorrow.

Depend upon it, valiant sir, replied she, that if what you will require
of me, be in my power, and fit for me to grant, I shall very willingly
oblige you.

It is then, resumed I, trembling at the boldness of my request, that
you would condescend to entreat the most generous Sydimiris to favour
me with an interview, and give me an opportunity of throwing myself at
her feet, to thank her for all those favours I have received from her
compassion.

I cannot promise you, replied the lady, rising, to prevail upon
Sydimiris to grant you an audience; but I assure you, that I will
endeavour to dispose her to do you this favour; and it shall not be my
fault if you are not satisfied.

Saying this, she went out of my chamber, I having followed her to the
door, with protestations that I would never forget her kindness upon
this occasion.

I passed the rest of that day in an anxious impatience for night,
divided between fear and hope, and more taken up with the thoughts of
seeing Sydimiris, than with my expected liberty.

Night came at last, and the door of my apartment opening, I saw the
lady who had been with me in the morning enter.

I have prevailed upon Sydimiris to see you, said she; and she is
willing, at my entreaty, to grant that favour to a person who, she with
reason thinks, has been inhumanly treated by her brother.

Then, giving me her hand, she conducted me along a large gallery, to a
stately apartment; and after traversing several rooms, she led me into
one where Sydimiris herself was: who, as soon as she perceived me, rose
from her seat, and received me with great civility.

In the transport I then was, I know not how I returned the graceful
salute the incomparable Sydimiris gave me; for most certain it is, that
I was so lost in wonder, at the sight of the many charms I beheld in
her person, that I could not unlock my tongue, or remove my eyes from
her enchanting face; but remained fixed in a posture which at once
expressed my admiration and delight.

To give you a description of that beauty which I then contemplated, I
must inform you, madam, that Sydimiris is tall, of a handsome stature,
and admirably proportioned; her hair was of the finest black in the
world; her complexion marvellously fair; all the lineaments of her
visage were perfectly beautiful; and her eyes, which were large and
black, sparkled with so quick and piercing a fire, that no heart was
able to resist their powerful glances. Moreover, Sydimiris is admirably
shaped; her port is high and noble; and her air so free, yet so
commanding, that there are few persons in the world with whom she may
not dispute the priority of beauty. In fine, madam, Sydimiris appeared
with so many advantages to a spirit prepossessed already with the
most grateful sense of her favours, that I could not resist the sweet
violence wherewith her charms took possession of my heart: I yielded,
therefore, without reluctance, to my destiny, and resigned myself, in
an instant, to those fetters which the sight of the divine Sydimiris
prepared for me. Recovering therefore a little from that admiration
which had so totally engrossed all my faculties, I threw myself at her
feet with an action wholly composed of transport.

Divine Sydimiris! said I, beholding her with eyes in which the letters
of my new-born passion might very plainly be read, see at your feet a
man devoted to your service by all the ties of gratitude and respect.
I come, madam, to declare to you, that from the first moment you gave
me liberty, I had devoted that and my life to you; and at your feet I
confirm the gift; protesting by all that is most dear and sacred to
me, that since I hold my life from the divine Sydimiris, she alone
shall have the absolute disposal of it for the future; and should she
please again to demand it, either to appease her brother's fury or to
sacrifice it to her own security, I will most faithfully perform her
will, and shed the last drop of that blood at her command, which I
would with transport lose in her defence.

A fine high-flown speech, indeed! said Sir Charles, laughing: but I
hope you did not intend to keep your word.

Sure, sir, replied Arabella, you do not imagine, that Sir George would
have failed in executing all he had promised to the beautiful and
generous Sydimiris: what could he possibly have said less? And indeed
what less could she have expected from a man, whom at the hazard of her
own life and happiness, she had given freedom to?

I accompanied these words, madam, pursued Sir George, with so
passionate a look and accent, that the fair Sydimiris blushed, and for
a moment cast down her eyes with a visible confusion. At last,--

Sir, replied she, I am too well satisfied with what I have done with
respect to your safety, to require any proofs of your gratitude that
might be dangerous to it; and shall remain extremely well satisfied, if
the obligations you think you owe me may induce you to moderate your
resentment against my brother, for the cruel treatment you received
from him.

Doubt not, madam, interrupted I, eagerly, but I shall, in the person
of Marcomire, regard the brother of the divine Sydimiris; and that
consideration will be sufficient not only to make me forget all the
violences he committed against me, but even to defend his life, if need
be, with the hazard of my own.

Excessively generous indeed! said Sir Charles: I never heard any thing
like it.

Oh! dear sir, replied Arabella, there are numberless instances of equal
and even superior generosity to be met with in the lives of the heroes
of antiquity. You will there see a lover, whose mistress has been taken
from him either by treachery or force, venture his life in defence of
the injurious husband who possesses her; and though all his felicity
depends upon his death, yet he will rescue him from it at the expense
of the greater part of his blood.

Another, who, after a long and bloody war, has, by taking his enemy
prisoner, an opportunity of terminating it honourably; yet, through an
heroic principle of generosity, he gives his captive liberty, without
making any conditions, and has all his work to do over again.

A third, having contracted a violent friendship with the enemies of his
country, through the same generous sentiments, draws his sword in their
defence, and makes no scruple to fight against an army where the king
his father is in person.

I must confess, said Sir Charles, that generosity seems to me very
peculiar, that will make a man fight for his enemies against his own
father.

It is in that peculiarity, sir, said Arabella, that his generosity
consists; for certainly there is nothing extraordinary in fighting for
one's father and one's country; but when a man has arrived to such
a pitch of greatness of soul as to neglect those mean and selfish
considerations, and, loving virtue in the persons of his enemies,
can prefer their glory before his own particular interest, he is
then a perfect hero indeed. Such an one was Oroondates, Artaxerxes,
and many others I could name, who all gave eminent proofs of their
disinterestedness and greatness of soul upon the like occasions:
therefore, not to detract from Sir George's merit, I must still insist,
that in the resolutions he had taken to defend his enemy's life at
the expense of his own, he did no more than what any man of ordinary
generosity ought to do, and what he was particularly obliged to, by
what the amiable Sydimiris had done for him.

I was so happy, however, madam, continued Sir George, to find that
those expressions of my gratitude wrought somewhat upon the heart
of the lovely Sydimiris in my favour: her words discovered as much,
and her eyes spoke yet more intelligibly; but our conversation was
interrupted by the discreet Urinoe, who, fearing the consequence of so
long a stay in her chamber, represented to me that it was time to take
my leave.

I turned pale at this cruel sound; and, beholding Sydimiris with a
languishing look,--

Would to Heaven, madam, said I, that instead of giving me liberty, you
would keep me eternally your prisoner! for though a dungeon was to be
the place of my confinement, yet if it was near you, it would seem a
palace to me; for indeed I am no longer in a condition to relish that
freedom you bestow upon me, since it must remove me farther from you.
But I beseech you, madam, to believe that in delivering me from your
brother's fetters, you have cast me into your own, and that I am more
a prisoner than ever; but a prisoner to so lovely a conqueror, that
I do not wish to break my chains, and prefer the sweet and glorious
captivity I am in to all the crowns in the world.

You are very bold, said Sydimiris, blushing, to entertain me with such
discourse; yet I pardon this offence, in consideration of what you
have suffered from my brother, and on condition that you will depart
immediately, without speaking another word.

Sydimiris spoke this so earnestly, that I durst not disobey her; and
kissing the hem of her robe with a passionate air, I left her chamber,
conducted by Urinoe; who having brought me to a private door, which
carried us into the street, I there found a man waiting for me, whom I
knew to be the same that had attended me during my stay in that house.

Urinoe having recommended to him to see me safe out of the town, I took
leave of her with the most grateful acknowledgments for her kindness;
and followed my conductor, so oppressed with grief at the thoughts of
leaving the place where Sydimiris was, that I had hardly strength to
walk.

Chapter V.

_An extraordinary instance of generosity in a lover, somewhat
resembling that of the great Artaxerxes in Cassandra._

The farther I went, continued Sir George, the more my regret increased;
and finding it would be impossible to live and quit the divine
Sydimiris, I all at once took a resolution to remain in the town
concealed; and, communicating my design to my guide, I engaged him to
assist me in it by a present of a considerable sum, which he could
not resist. Accordingly he left me in a remote part of the town, and
went to find out a convenient lodging for me; which he soon procured,
and also a suit of clothes to disguise me, my own being very rich and
magnificent.

Having recommended me as a relation of his, who was newly arrived, I
was received very civilly by the people with whom he placed me; and
finding this young man to be very witty and discreet, and also very
capable of serving me, I communicated to him my intentions by staying,
which were only to be near the divine Sydimiris, and to have the
happiness of sometimes seeing her when she went abroad.

This man entering into my meaning, assured me he would faithfully keep
my secret; and that he would not fail to bring me intelligence of all
that passed in the palace of Marcomire.

I could with difficulty keep myself from falling at his feet to express
my sense of his kind and generous offers; but I contented myself with
presenting him another sum of money, larger than the first, and assured
him of my future gratitude.

He then took leave, and left me to my reflections, which were wholly
upon the image of the divine Sydimiris, and the happiness of being so
near the object I adored.

My confidant came to me the next day; but brought me no other news than
that my escape was not yet known to Marcomire. I enquired if he had
seen Sydimiris; but he replied he had not, and that Urinoe had only
asked him if he had conducted me safe out of town: to which he had
answered, as we had agreed, that I had got out safe and undiscovered.

A day or two after, he brought me news more pleasing: for he told me
that Sydimiris had sent for him into her chamber, and asked him several
questions concerning me; that she appeared very melancholy, and even
blushed whenever she mentioned my name.

This account gave sufficient matter for my thoughts to work upon for
several days. I interpreted Sydimiris's blush a thousand different
ways: I reflected upon all the different causes to which it might be
owing, and busied myself with all those innumerable conjectures, which,
as you know, madam, such an incident always gives rise to in a lover's
imagination. At length I explained it to my own advantage, and felt
thereby a considerable increase of my affection.

A whole week having elapsed without another sight of my confidant, I
began to be greatly alarmed; when, on the eighth day of this cruel
suspense, I saw him appear; but with so many marks of disturbance in
his face, that I trembled to hear what he had to acquaint me with.

Oh! sir, said he, as soon as his concern suffered him to speak,
Marcomire has discovered your escape, and the means by which it was
procured. One of those in whom Urinoe confided, has betrayed it to him;
and the beauteous Sydimiris is likely to feel the most terrible effects
of his displeasure. He has confined her to her chamber, and vows to
sacrifice her life to the honour of his family; which, he says, she has
stained; and he loads that admirable lady with so many reproaches, that
it is thought her grief for such undeserved calumnies will occasion her
death.

Scarce had he finished these cruel words, when I, who, all the time he
had been speaking, beheld him with a dying eye, sunk down at his feet
in a swoon; which continued so long that he began to think me quite
dead: however, I at last opened my eyes; but it was only to pour forth
a river of tears, and to utter complaints which might have moved the
most obdurate heart.

After having a long time tormented myself in weeping and complaining,
I at last took a resolution which afforded me some alleviation of my
grief; and the faithful Toxares, seeing me a little composed, left me
to myself, with a promise to return soon, and acquaint me with what
passed further in the palace of Marcomire.

As soon as he was gone, I rose from my bed; and, dressing myself in
those clothes I wore when I was taken prisoner, I went to the palace
of Marcomire; and, demanding to see him, I was told he was in the
apartment of Sydimiris; and at my earnest desire they conducted me
thither.

When I entered the room, I beheld that incomparable beauty stretched
upon a couch, dissolved in tears; and Urinoe upon her knees before her,
accompanying with her own those precious drops which fell from the
bright eyes of her mistress.

Marcomire, who was walking furiously about the room, exclaiming with
the utmost violence against that fair sufferer, did not observe my
entrance; so that I had an opportunity of going towards Sydimiris, who
lifting up her eyes to look upon me, gave a loud shriek; and, by a look
of extreme anguish, let me understand how great her apprehensions were
upon my account.

I am come, madam, said I, to perform part of the promise I made you,
and by dying, to prove your innocence; and, freeing you from the
reproaches you suffer on my account, I shall have the happiness to
convince you that my life is infinitely less dear to me than your
tranquillity. Sydimiris, who hearkened to me with great emotion, was
going to make some answer, when Marcomire, alarmed by his sister's
shriek, came towards us, and, viewing me at first with astonishment,
and then with a smile of cruelty and revenge,--

Is it possible, said he, that I behold my designed murderer again in my
power?

I am in thy power, said I, because I am willing to be so; and come
voluntarily to put myself into your hands, to free that excellent lady
from the imputation you have laid on her. Know, Marcomire, that it is
to myself alone I owed my liberty, which I would still preserve against
all the forces thou couldst bring to deprive me of it; and this sword,
which left thee life enough to threaten mine, would haply once more put
yours in danger, were I not restrained by a powerful consideration,
which leaves me not the liberty of even wishing you ill.

Ah, dissembler! said Marcomire, in a rage, think not to impose upon me
by thy counterfeited mildness: thou art my prisoner once more, and I
shall take care to prevent your escaping a second time.

I am not your prisoner, replied I, while I possess this sword, which
has already defended me against greater numbers than you have here to
oppose me. But, continued I, throwing down my sword at Sydimiris's
feet, I resign my liberty to restore that lady to your good opinion,
and to free her from those base aspersions thou hast unjustly loaded
her with upon my account.

It matters not, said the brutal brother, taking up my sword, whether
thou hast resigned, or I have deprived thee of liberty; but since thou
art in my power, thou shalt feel all the effects of my resentment. Take
him away, pursued he, to some of his people: put him into the worst
dungeon you can find; and let him be guarded carefully, upon pain of
death if he again escapes.

With these words, several men offered to lead me out of the room; but
I repulsed them with disdain; and making a low reverence to Sydimiris,
whose countenance expressed the extremes of fear and anguish, I
followed my conductors to the prison allotted for me; which, hideous
as it was, I contemplated with a secret pleasure, since I had by that
action, which had brought me into it, given a testimony of my love for
the adorable Sydimiris.

Chapter VI.

_In which it will be seen, that the lady is as generous as her lover._

I passed some days in this confinement, melancholy enough: my ignorance
of the destiny of Sydimiris gave me more pain than the sense of my own
misfortunes; and one evening, when I was more then usually disquieted,
one of my guard entered my prison, and, giving me a letter, retired
without speaking a word. I opened this letter with precipitation, and
by the light of a lamp which was allowed me, I read the following
words:--

"SYDIMIRIS, TO THE MOST GENEROUS BELLMOUR.

"It is not enough to tell you, that the method you
took to free me from my brother's severity has filled
me with the utmost esteem and admiration. So generous
an action merits a greater acknowledgment; and I will
make no scruple to confess, that my heart is most
sensibly touched by it. Yes, Bellmour, I have received
this glorious testimony of your affection with such a
gratitude, as you yourself could have wished to inspire
me with; and it shall not be long, before you will have a
convincing proof of the effect it has had upon the spirit
of

"SYDIMIRIS."

This letter, madam, pursued Sir George, being wholly calculated to
make me hope that I was not hated by the divine Sydimiris; and that
she meditated something in my favour, I resigned myself up to the most
delightful expectations.

What! cried I, transported with the excess of my joy: does the most
admirable Sydimiris condescend to assure me that I have touched her
heart? And does she promise me that I shall receive some convincing
proof of her acknowledgment?

Ah! too happy and too fortunate Bellmour, to what a glorious destiny
hast thou been reserved! And how oughtest thou to adore these fetters,
that have procured thee the esteem of the divine Sydimiris!----

Such, madam, were the apprehensions which the billet I had received
inspired me with. I continually flattered myself with the most pleasing
hopes; and during three weeks longer, in which I heard no more from
Sydimiris, my imagination was wholly filled with those sweet thoughts
which her letter had made me entertain.

At length, on the evening of a day which I had wholly spent in
reading over Sydimiris's letter, and interpreting the sense of it a
thousand different ways, but all agreeable to my ardent wishes; I
saw the sage Urinoe enter my prison, accompanied by Toxares, whom I
had not seen during my last confinement. Wholly transported at the
sight of these two friends, and not doubting but they had brought me
the most agreeable news, I ran towards them; and throwing myself at
Urinoe's feet, I begged her, in an ecstasy of joy, to acquaint me with
Sydimiris's commands.

Urinoe, in some confusion at this action, entreated me to rise. It is
fit, cried I, in a transport I could not master, that in this posture
I should receive the knowledge of that felicity Sydimiris has had the
goodness to promise me. Urinoe sighed at these words; and beholding me
with a look of compassion and tenderness--

Would to God, said she, that all I have to say were as agreeable as
the first news I have to tell you; which is, that you are free, and at
liberty to leave the town this moment! Sydimiris, continued she, has
bought your freedom, at the expense of her own; and, to deliver you
from her brother's chains, she has put on others, haply more cruel than
those you have worn. In fine, she has married a man whom she detested,
to procure your liberty; her brother having granted it to her upon that
condition alone.

Scarce had Urinoe finished these words, when I fell without sense
or motion at her feet. Toxares and she, who had foreseen what might
happen, having provided themselves with cordials necessary to restore
me, brought me to myself with infinite trouble.

Cruel! said I to them, with a tone and look which witnessed the
excess of my despair, why have you hindered me from dying, at once to
prevent the thousand deaths I shall suffer from my grief? Is this the
confirmation of those glorious hopes Sydimiris had permitted me to
entertain? Is this that proof of the acknowledgments I was to expect?
And is it by throwing herself into the arms of my rival, that she
repays those obligations she thinks she owes me?

Ah! inhuman Sydimiris! was it to make my despair more poignant, that
thou flatteredst me with such a prospect of happiness? And was it
necessary to the grandeur of thy nuptials, that my life should be the
sacrifice?

But, how unjust am I, cried I, repenting in an instant of those
injurious suspicions; how unjust am I, to accuse the divine Sydimiris
of inhumanity? Was it not to give me freedom, that she bestowed herself
upon a man she hates? And has she not made herself miserable for ever,
to procure me a fancied happiness?

Ah! if it be so, what a wretch am I! I, who have been the only cause of
that misery to which she has doomed herself! Ah! Liberty! pursued I,
how I detest thee, since purchased by the misfortune of Sydimiris! And
how far more sweet and glorious were those chains, which I wore for her
sake!

My sighs and tears leaving me no longer the power of speech, I sunk
down on my bed, oppressed with a mortal grief.

Urinoe and Toxares drew near to comfort me, and said all that sensible
and discreet persons could think of to alleviate my despair.

Though I have heard that Sydimiris is married, replied I, without dying
immediately; yet do not imagine that I will suffer this odious life to
continue long. If sorrow do not quickly dispatch me, I will seek death
by other means; for since Sydimiris is lost, I have no more business in
the world.

The charitable Urinoe and Toxares endeavoured in vain to divert me
from this sad resolution, when Urinoe, finding all their reasonings
ineffectual, drew a letter out of her pocket, and presenting it to me,
I had orders, said she, not to let this letter be delivered to you till
you had left the town; but the despair to which I see you reduced,
does, I conceive, dispense with my rigorous observation of those
directions.

While Urinoe was speaking, I opened this letter, trembling, and found
it as follows.

Chapter VII.

_Containing an incident full as probable as any in Scudery's Romances._

"SYDIMIRIS, TO BELLMOUR.

"If that proof of my gratitude, which I promised to give
you, fall short of your expectations; blame not the
defect of my will, but the rigour of my destiny: it was
by this only way I could give you liberty; nor is it too
dearly bought by the loss of all my happiness, if you
receive it as you ought. Had I been allowed to follow my
own inclinations, there is no man in the world I would
have preferred to yourself. I owe this confession to the
remembrance of your affection, of which you gave me so
generous an instance; and the use I expect you will make
of it, is to console you under a misfortune, which is
common to us both; though I haply have most reason to
complain, since I could not be just to you, without being
cruel at the same time, or confer a benefit, without
loading you with a misfortune. If the sacrifice I have
made of myself for your sake, gives me any claim to the
continuance of your love, I command you, by the power it
gives me over you, to live, and not add to the miseries
of my condition the grief of being the cause of your
death. Remember, I will look upon your disobedience, as
an act of the most cruel ingratitude; and your compliance
with this request shall ever be esteemed as the dearest
mark you can give of that passion you have borne to the
unfortunate

"SYDIMIRIS."

Ah! Sydimiris, cried I, having read this letter, more cruel in your
kindness than severity! After having deprived me of yourself, do you
forbid me to die; and expose me by so rigorous a command to ills
infinitely more hard and painful than death?

Yes, pursued I, after a little pause; yes, Sydimiris, thou shalt be
obeyed; we will not die, since thou hast commanded us to live; and,
notwithstanding the tortures to which thou condemnest us, we will obey
this command; and give thee a glorious proof of our present submission,
by enduring that life which the loss of thee has rendered truly
wretched.

Urinoe and Toxares, somewhat reassured by the resolution I had
taken, exhorted me by all the persuasions friendship could put in
their mouths, to persevere in it; and, Urinoe bidding me farewell, I
endeavoured to prevail upon her to procure me a sight of Sydimiris once
more, or at least to bear a letter from me to her; but she refused both
these requests so obstinately, telling me, Sydimiris would neither
consent to the one nor the other, that I was obliged to be contented
with the promise she made me, to represent my affliction in a true
light to her mistress; and to assure her, that nothing but her absolute
commands could have hindered me from dying. Then, taking leave of me
with much tenderness, she went out of the prison, leaving Toxares with
me, who assisted me to dress, and conducted me out of that miserable
place, where I had passed so many sad, and also joyful hours. At a gate
to which he brought me, I found a horse waiting; and having embraced
this faithful confidant with many expressions of gratitude, I bestowed
a ring of some value upon him to remember me by; and, mounting my
horse, with a breaking heart, I took the first road which presented
itself to my eyes, and galloped away, without knowing whither I went.
I rode the whole night, so totally engrossed by my despair, that I
did not perceive my horse was so tired, it could hardly carry me a
step farther. At last the poor beast fell down under me, so that I
was obliged to dismount; and, looking about me, perceived I was in a
forest, without seeing the least appearance of any habitation.

The wildness and solitude of the place flattered my despair, and while
my horse was feeding upon what grass he could find, I wandered about:
the morning just breaking, gave me light enough to direct my steps.
Chance at last conducted me to a cave, which seemed to have been the
residence of some hermit, or unfortunate lover like myself. It was dug
at the side of a rock; the entrance to it thick set with bushes, which
hid it from view. I descended by a few steps cut rudely enough, and was
convinced, it had formerly served for a habitation for some religious
or melancholy person; for there were seats of turf raised on each side
of it, a kind of bed composed of dried leaves and rushes, and a hole
made artificially at the top, to admit the light.

While I considered this place attentively, I all at once took up a
resolution, inspired by my despair; which was, to continue there, and
indulge my melancholy in a retirement so fitted for my purpose.

Giving my horse therefore liberty to go where he pleased, and hanging
up my arms upon a tree near my cave, I took possession of this solitary
mansion, with a gloomy kind of satisfaction, and devoted all my hours
to the contemplation of my misfortunes.

I lived in this manner, madam, for ten months, without feeling the
least desire to change my habitation; and, during all that time, no
mortal approached my solitude, so that I lived perfectly secure and
undiscovered.

Sir George pausing here to take breath, the old baronet said what will
be found in the following chapter.

Chapter VIII.

_A single combat fought with prodigious valour, and described with
amazing accuracy._

Give me leave, sir, said Sir Charles, to ask if you ate in all this
time?

Alas! sir, replied Sir George, sighs and tears were all my sustenance.

Sir Charles, Mr. Glanville, and Miss, laughing at this answer, Arabella
seemed greatly confused.

It is not to be imagined, said she, that Sir George, or, to say better,
Prince Veridomer, lived ten months without eating any thing to support
nature; but such trifling circumstances are always left out in the
relations of histories; and truly an audience must be very dull and
unapprehensive, that cannot conceive, without being told, that a man
must necessarily eat in the space of ten months.

But the food Sir George lived on, replied the baronet, was very
unsubstantial, and would not afford him much nourishment.

I suppose, resumed Arabella, he lived much upon such provisions as the
forest afforded him; such as wild fruits, herbs, bitter sallads, and
the like; which, considering the melancholy that possessed him, would
appear a voluptuous repast; and which the unfortunate Orontes, when he
was in the same situation, thought infinitely too good for him.

Sir Charles, finding Arabella took no notice of the historian's
hyperbole of living upon his sighs and tears, passed it over, for fear
of offending her; and Sir George, who had been in some anxiety how to
bring himself off, when he perceived Arabella was reasonable enough to
suppose he must have eat during his abode in the forest, went on with
his relation in this manner.

I lived, as I before observed to you, madam, in this cave for ten
months; and truly I was so reconciled to that solitary way of life, and
found so much sweetness in it, that I believe I should have remained
there till this day, but for the adventure which I am going to recount.

It being my custom to walk out every evening in the forest; returning
to my cave, something later then usual, I heard the cries of a woman
at some distance, who seemed to be in distress. I stopped to listen
from what side those cries proceeded; and, perceiving they seemed to
approach nearer to me, I took down my armour from the tree where I had
hung it; and hastily arming myself, shaped my course towards the place
from whence those complaints seemed to come, resolving to assist that
unknown person with all the strength that was left me.

Having gone some paces, I spied through the branches of the trees a man
on horseback, with a lady, who struggled to get loose, and at times
calling aloud for succour.

This sight inflaming me with rage against that impious ravisher, I flew
towards him: and when I came within hearing--

Hold, wretch! cried I, and cease to offer violence to that lady, whom
thou bearest away by force; or prepare to defend thyself against one
who will die, before he will suffer thee to prosecute thy unjust
designs.

The man, without answering me, clapped spurs to his horse; and it would
have been impossible to have overtaken him, had not my own horse, which
had never quitted the forest, appeared in my view: I quickly mounted
him, and followed the track the ravisher had taken, with such speed,
that I came up with him in a moment.

Caitiff! said I, release the lady, and defend thyself. These words,
which I accompanied with a thundering blow upon his head-piece, obliged
him to set down the lady, who implored Heaven, with the utmost ardour,
to grant me the victory: and, recoiling back a few paces, to take a
view of me--

I know not, said he, for what reason thou settest thyself to oppose my
designs; but I well know that thou shalt dearly repent of thy temerity.

Saying this, he advanced furiously towards me, and aimed so heavy a
blow at my head, that, had I not received it on my shield, I might
haply have no longer been in a condition to defend the distressed lady:
but having, with the greatest dexterity imaginable, avoided this blow,
I made at him with so much fierceness, and directed my aims so well,
that in a few moments I wounded him in several places; and his arms
were all dyed with his blood.

This good success redoubled my vigour; and having, by a lucky stroke
with my sword, cut the strings of his head-piece, it fell off: and his
head being bare, I was going to let fall a dreadful blow upon it, which
doubtless would have shivered it in a thousand pieces, when he cried
out for quarter, and, letting fall his sword, by that action assured me
my victory was entire.

Live, wretch, cried I, since thou art base enough to value life after
being vanquished: but swear upon my sword, that thou wilt never more
attempt the liberty of that lady.

While I was speaking, I perceived he was no longer able to sit his
horse: but, staggering a moment, he fell off, and lay extended without
motion upon the ground. Touched with compassion at this sight, I
alighted, and, supposing him to be in a swoon, was preparing to give
him some assistance; but, upon my nearer approach, I found he was quite
dead.

Leaving therefore this mournful object, I turned about, with an
intention to go and offer the distressed lady my further help; but I
perceived her already at my feet.

Valiant knight, said she, with a tone of voice so bewitching, that all
my faculties were suspended, as by enchantment, suffer me, on my knees,
to thank you for the deliverance you have procured me from that base
man; since to your admirable valour I owe not only the preservation of
my life; but, what is infinitely dearer to me, my honour.

The astonishment wherewith I beheld the miraculous beauty that appeared
before me, kept me a moment in such an attentive gaze, that I forgot
she was at my feet: recollecting myself, however, with some confusion
at my neglect--

Oh! rise, madam, cried I, helping her up with infinite respect, and
debase not such perfection to a posture, in which all the monarchs on
the earth might glory to appear before it.

That you may the better conceive the alteration which the sight of
this fair unknown produced in my soul, I will endeavour to give you a
description of her beauty, which was altogether miraculous.

Chapter IX.

_In which the reader will find a description of a beauty, in a style
truly sublime._

The new-fallen snow, pursued Sir George, was tanned, in comparison
of the refined purity of that white which made up the ground of her
complexion; and though fear had a little gathered the carnations of
her cheeks, yet her joy at being delivered seemed to plant them there
with such fresh advantages, that any eye might shrink at the brightness
of that mingled lustre. Her mouth, as well for shape as colour, might
shame the imitation of the best pencils, and the liveliest tints; and
though, through some petty intervals of joy, it wanted the smiles which
grief and terror sequestered, yet she never opened it, but like the
east, at the birth of a beautiful day, and then discovered treasures,
whose excelling whiteness made the price inestimable. All the features
of her face had so near a kindred to proportion and symmetry, as the
several masters of Apelles's art might have called it his glory to have
copied beauties from her, as the best of models: the circumference
of her visage showed the extremes of an imperfect circle, and almost
formed it to a perfect oval; and this abridgement of marvels was
tapered by a pair of the brightest stars that ever were lighted up by
the hand of Nature. As their colour was the same with the heavens,
there was a spherical harmony in their motion; and that mingled with a
vivacity so penetrating, as neither the firmest eye, nor the strongest
soul, could arm themselves with a resistance of proof against those
pointed glories. Her head was crowned with a prodigious quantity of
fair long hair, which colour as fitly suited the beauty of her eyes,
as imagination could make it. To these marvels of face were joined
the rest of her neck, hands, and shape; and there seemed a contest
between the form and whiteness of the two former, which had the largest
commission from Nature to work wonders.

In fine, her beauty was miraculous, and could not fail of producing a
sudden effect upon a heart like mine.

Having passed in an instant from the extremest admiration to something
yet more tender, I reiterated my offers of service to the fair unknown;
who told me she feared her father had occasion for some assistance, her
ravisher having left his men to engage him, and keep off his pursuit,
while he rode off with his prize. Hereupon I begged her to direct me
to the place where she left her father, assuring her I would gladly
venture my life a second time to preserve his; and she desiring to go
with me, I placed her before me on my horse, and had the exquisite
pleasure of supporting with my arms the fairest and most admirable
creature in the world.

In less than half an hour, which had appeared to me but a moment, we
got to the place where she had been torn from her father; whom we
beheld with three of his servants, maintaining a fight against twice as
many of their enemies.

Having gently set down the beauteous unknown upon the grass, I flew
to the relief of her father; and, throwing myself furiously among his
assailants, dispatched two of them with as many blows: the others,
seeing so unexpected an assistance, gave back a little; and I took
advantage of their consternation, to redouble my blows, and brought two
more of them at my feet.

There remained now but four to overcome; and my arrival having given
new vigour to those whose part I had taken, they seconded me so well
that we soon had nothing more left to do; for the rest, seeing their
comrades slain, sought their safety in flight. We were too generous to
pursue them, the blood of such wretches being unworthy to be shed by
our swords.

The fair unknown, seeing us conquerors, flew to embrace her father;
who, holding her pressed between his arms, turned his eyes upon me;
then quitting her, came towards me, and in the most obliging terms
imaginable, returned me thanks for the assistance I had brought
him. And being informed by his daughter, of what I had done for her
preservation, this old gentleman renewed his acknowledgments, calling
me the preserver of his life, the valiant defender of his daughter's
honour, his tutelary angel, and the guardian of his house.

In fine, he loaded me with so many thanks and praises, that I could not
choose but be in some confusion; and to put an end to them, I begged he
would inform me by what means he came into that misfortune.

He told me, that, residing in a castle at the extremity of this forest,
the charms of his daughter had captivated a neighbouring lord; whose
character and person being disagreeable both to her and himself, he
had absolutely refused to give her to him: thereupon he had set upon
them as they were going to visit a relation at some distance, and
dragging Philonice out of the coach, put her before him on his horse,
and carried her away, leaving eight of his men to engage him and his
servants; who, being but four in number, must inevitably have perished,
had I not come to his relief, and, by my miraculous valour, vanquished
all his enemies.

Saying this, he desired me to go home with him to the castle; and
having led his daughter to the coach, insisted upon my placing myself
next her; and, getting in himself, ordered them to return home.

This accident having altered his design of making the visit which had
been the occasion of his journey;--

The baron, for that I found was his title, entertained me all the way,
with repeated expressions of acknowledgments and tenderness; and the
incomparable Philonice condescended also to assure me of her gratitude
for the service I had done her.

At our arrival at the castle, I perceived it was very large and
magnificent. The baron conducted me to one of the best apartments, and
would stay in the room till my armour was taken off, that he might
be assured I had received no hurts. Having rendered him the like
civility in his own chamber, and satisfied myself he was not wounded,
we returned to the beautiful Philonice; and this second sight having
finished my defeat, I remained so absolutely her slave, that neither
Dorothea nor Sydimiris were more passionately beloved.

At the earnest entreaty of the baron, I stayed some weeks in the
castle; during which, the daily sight of Philonice so augmented my
flames, that I was no longer in a condition to conceal them. But,
fearing to displease that divine beauty by a confession of my passion,
I languished in secret; and the constraint I laid upon myself gave me
such torments, that I fell into a profound melancholy, and looked so
pale and dejected that the baron was sensible of the alteration, and
conjured me, in the most pressing terms, to acquaint him with the cause
of my uneasiness: but though I continued obstinately silent with my
tongue, yet my eyes spoke intelligibly enough; and the blushes which
appeared in the fair cheeks of Philonice, whenever she spoke to me
on the subject of my grief, convinced me she was not ignorant of my
passion.

At length the agitation of my mind throwing me into a fever, the baron,
who was firmly persuaded that my illness proceeded from some concealed
vexation, pressed me continually to declare myself; and, finding all
his entreaties ineffectual, he commanded his daughter to endeavour to
find out the cause of that grief which had put me into such a condition.

For that purpose therefore, having brought the fair Philonice into my
chamber, he stayed a few minutes; and leaving the room, under pretence
of business, Philonice remained alone by my bed-side, her women, out of
respect, staying at the other end of the chamber.

This divine person, seeing herself alone with me, and remembering her
father's command, blushed, and cast down her eyes in such apparent
confusion, that I could not help observing it: and, interpreting it to
the displeasure she took in being so near me--

Whatever joy I take in the honour your visit does me, madam, said I, in
a weak voice; yet, since nothing is so dear to me as your satisfaction,
I would rather dispense with this mark of your goodness to an
unfortunate wretch, than see you in the least constraint.

And why, replied she, with a tone full of sweetness, do you suppose
that I am here by constraint, when it would be more just to believe,
that in visiting the valiant defender of my honour, and the life of my
father, I only follow my own inclinations?

Ah! madam, said I, transported with joy at so favourable a speech,
the little service I had the happiness to do you, does not merit so
infinite a favour; and though I had lost the best part of my blood in
your defence, I should have been well rewarded with your safety.

Since you do not repent of what you have done, replied she, I am
willing to be obliged to you for another favour; and ask it with the
greater hope of obtaining it, as I must acquaint you, it is by my
father's command I take that liberty, who is much interested in my
success.

There is no occasion, madam, returned I, to make use of any interest
but your own, to engage me to obey you, since that is, and ever will
be, all-powerful with me. Speak then, madam, and let me know what it
is you desire of me, that I may, once in my life, have the glory of
obeying you.

It is, said she, blushing still more than before, that you will
acquaint us with the cause of that melancholy, which has, as we
imagine, occasioned your present illness.

At these words I trembled, turned pale; and, not daring to discover the
true cause of my affliction, I remained in a profound silence.

I see, said the beautiful Philonice, that you have no inclination
to obey me; and since my request has, as I perceive, given you some
disturbance, I will prevail upon my father to press you no farther upon
this subject.

No, madam, said I, eagerly; the baron shall be satisfied, and you shall
be obeyed; though after the knowledge of my crime, you doom me to that
death I so justly merit.

Yes madam, this unfortunate man, who has had the glory to acquire your
esteem by the little service he did you, has cancelled the merit of
that service by daring to adore you.

I love you, divine Philonice; and not being able either to repent, or
cease to be guilty of loving you, I am resolved to die, and spare you
the trouble of pronouncing my sentence. I beseech you therefore to
believe, that I would have died in silence, but for your command to
declare myself; and you should never have known the excess of my love
and despair, had not my obedience to your will obliged me to confess it.

I finished these words with so much fear and confusion, that I durst
not lift my eyes up to the fair face of Philonice, to observe how she
received this discourse. I waited therefore, trembling, for her answer;
but finding that in several minutes she spoke not a word, I ventured
at last to cast a languishing glance upon the visage I adored, and saw
so many marks of disorder upon it, that I was almost dead with the
apprehensions of having offended her beyond even the hope of procuring
her pardon by my death.

Chapter X.

_Wherein Sir George concludes his history; which produces an unexpected
effect._

The silence of Philonice, continued Sir George, pierced me to the
heart; and when I saw her rise from her seat, and prepare to go away
without speaking, grief took such possession of my spirits, that,
uttering a cry, I fell into a swoon, which, as I afterwards was
informed, greatly alarmed the beautiful Philonice; who, resuming her
seat, had the goodness to assist her women in bringing me to myself;
and, when I opened my eyes, I had the satisfaction to behold her still
by me, and all the signs of compassion in her face.

This sight a little re-assuring me; I ask your pardon, madam, said I,
for the condition in which I have appeared before you, and also for
that I am not yet dead, as is doubtless your wish. But I will make
haste, pursued I, sighing, to fulfil your desires; and you shall soon
be freed from the sight of a miserable wretch, who, to his last moment,
will not cease to adore you.

It is not your death that I desire, said the fair Philonice; and after
having preserved both my father and me from death, it is not reasonable
that we should suffer you to die if we can help it.

Live therefore, Bellmour, pursued she, blushing; and live, if possible,
without continuing in that weakness I cannot choose but condemn: yet
whatever are your thoughts for the future, remember that your death
will be a fault I cannot resolve to pardon.

Speaking these words without giving me time to answer, she left my
chamber; and I found something so sweet and favourable in them, that
I resolved to obey her, and forward my cure as much as I was able.
However, the agitation of spirits increased my fever so much, that my
life was despaired of.

The baron hardly ever left my bed-side. Philonice came every day to see
me, and seemed extremely moved at the danger I was in. One day, when I
was worse than usual, she came close to the bed-side, and, opening the
curtain--

What, Bellmour! said she, do you pay so little obedience to my commands
that you resolve to die?

Heaven is my witness, madam, said I, faintly, that nothing is so dear
and sacred to me as your commands; and since, out of your superlative
goodness, you are pleased to have some care for my life, I would
preserve it to obey you, were it in my power; but, alas! madam, I
strive in vain to repel the violence of my distemper.

In a few days more, I was reduced to the last extremity. It was then
that the fair Philonice discovered that she did not hate me; for she
made no scruple to weep before me; and those tears she so liberally
shed had so powerful an effect upon my mind, that the contentment
I felt communicated itself to my body, and gave such a turn to my
distemper, that my recovery was not only hoped, but expected.

The baron expressed his satisfaction at this alteration, by the most
affectionate expressions; and though the fair Philonice said very
little, yet I perceived by the joy that appeared in her fair eyes, that
she was not less interested in my recovery, than her father.

The physicians having declared me out of danger, the baron, who had
taken his resolution long before, came one day into my chamber; and
ordering those who attended me to leave us alone--

Prince, said he, for in recounting my history to him I had disclosed my
true quality, I am not ignorant of that affection you bear my daughter;
and am sensible it has occasioned the extremity to which we have seen
you reduced. Had you been pleased to acquaint me with your sentiments,
you would have avoided those displeasures you have suffered; for though
your birth were not so illustrious as it is, yet, preferring virtue
to all other advantages, I should have esteemed my daughter honoured
by your love, and have freely bestowed her on you: but since to those
rare qualities wherewith Heaven has so liberally endowed you, you add
also that of a birth so noble, doubt not but I shall think myself
highly favoured by your alliance. If therefore your thoughts of my
daughter be not changed, and you esteem her worthy to be your bride,
I here solemnly promise you to bestow her upon you as soon as you are
perfectly recovered.

I leave you to guess, madam, the joy which I felt at this discourse.
It was so great, that it would not permit me to thank him, as I should
have done, for the inestimable blessing he bestowed on me.

I saw Philonice a few minutes after; and, being commanded by her father
to give me her hand, she did so without any marks of reluctance; and,
having respectfully kissed it, I vowed to be her slave for ever.

Who would have imagined, continued Sir George, with a profound sigh,
that fortune, while she thus seemed to flatter me, was preparing to
make me suffer the severest torments? I began now to leave my bed,
and was able to walk about my chamber. The baron was making great
preparations for our nuptials; when one night I was alarmed with the
cries of Philonice's women; and a few moments after the baron came into
my chamber with a distracted air.

O! son, cried he, for so he always called me, now Philonice is lost
both to you and me. She is carried off by force, and I am preparing to
follow and rescue her, if possible; but I fear my endeavours will be
fruitless, since I know not which way her ravishers have taken.

Oh! sir, cried I, transported both with grief and rage, you shall not
go alone: her rescue belongs to me; and I will effect it, or perish in
the attempt.

The baron having earnestly conjured me not to expose myself to the
danger of a relapse by so imprudent a resolution, was obliged to quit
me, word being brought him that his horse was ready: and as soon as he
was gone out of the room, in spite of all that could be said to prevent
me, by my attendants, I made them put on my armour; and mounting a
horse I had caused to be made ready, sallied furiously out of the
castle, breathing out vows of vengeance against the wretch who had
robbed me of Philonice.

I rode the whole night without stopping. Day appeared, when I found
myself near a small village. I entered it, and made strict enquiry
after the ravisher of Philonice, describing the fair creature, and
offering vast rewards to any who could bring me the least intelligence
of her: but all was in vain; I could make no discovery.

After travelling several days to no purpose, I returned to the castle,
in order to know if the baron had been more successful in his pursuit
then myself; but I found him oppressed with grief: he had heard no
tidings of his daughter, and had suffered no small apprehensions upon
my account. Having assured him I found myself very able to travel, I
took an affectionate leave of him, promising him never to give over
my search, till I had found the divine Philonice. But Heaven has not
permitted me that happiness; and though I have spent several years
in searching for her, I have never been able to discover where she
is. Time has not cured me of my grief for her loss; and, though by an
effect of my destiny, another object possesses my soul, yet I do not
cease to deplore her misfortune, and to offer up vows for her happiness.

And is this all you have to say? said Arabella, whom the latter part of
his history had extremely surprised; or are we to expect a continuance
of your adventures?

I have faithfully related all my adventures that are worthy your
hearing, madam, returned Sir George; and I flatter myself, you will
do me the justice to own, that I have been rather unfortunate than
faithless; and that Mr. Glanville had little reason to tax me with
inconstancy.

In my opinion, resumed Arabella, Mr. Glanville spoke too favourably
of you, when he called you only inconstant; and if he had added the
epithet of ungrateful and unjust, he would have marked your character
better.

For, in fine, sir, pursued she, you will never persuade any reasonable
person, that your being able to lose the remembrance of the fair and
generous Sydimiris, in your new passion for Philonice, was not an
excess of levity: but your suffering so tamely the loss of this last
beauty, and allowing her to remain in the hands of her ravisher, while
you permit another affection to take possession of your soul, is such
an outrage to all truth and constancy, that you deserve to be ranked
among the falsest of mankind.

Alas! madam, replied Sir George, who had not foreseen the inference
Arabella would draw from this last adventure, what would you have
an unfortunate man, whose hopes have been so often, and so cruelly,
disappointed, do? I have bewailed the loss of Philonice with a deluge
of tears; I have taken infinite pains to find her, but to no purpose;
and when Heaven, compassionating my sufferings, presented to my eyes
an object to whom the whole world ought to pay adoration, how could I
resist that powerful impulse, which forced me to love what appeared so
worthy of my affection?

Call not, interrupted Arabella, that an irresistible impulse, which
was only the effect of thy own changing humour. The same excuse might
be pleaded for all the faults we see committed in the world; and men
would no longer be answerable for their own crimes. Had you imitated
the illustrious heroes of antiquity, as well in the constancy of their
affections, as, it must be confessed, you have done in their admirable
valour; you would now be either sighing in your cave for the loss
of the generous Sydimiris, or wandering through the world in search
of the beautiful Philonice. Had you persevered in your affection,
and continued your pursuit of that fair-one; you would, perhaps, ere
this, have found her sleeping under the shade of a tree in some lone
forest, as Philidaspes did his admirable Delia, or disguised in a
slave's habit, as Ariobarsanes saw his divine Olympia; or bound haply
in a chariot, and have had the glory of freeing her, as Ambriomer did
the beauteous Agione; or in a ship in the hands of pirates, like the
incomparable Eliza; or----

Enough, dear niece, interrupted Sir Charles; you have quoted examples
sufficient, if this inconstant man would have the grace to follow them.

True, sir, replied Arabella; and I would recommend to his consideration
the conduct of those illustrious persons I have named, to the end that,
pursuing their steps, he may arrive at their glory and happiness, that
is, the reputation of being perfectly constant, and the possession of
his mistress. And be assured, sir, pursued Arabella, looking at Sir
George, that Heaven will never restore you the crown of your ancestors,
and place you upon the throne to which you pretend, while you make
yourself unworthy of its protection, by so shameful an inconstancy.

I perhaps speak with too much freedom to a great prince; who, though
fortune has despoiled him of his dominions, is entitled to a certain
degree of respect: but I conceive, it belongs to me, in a particular
manner, to resent the baseness of that crime to which you are pleased
to make me the excuse; and looking upon myself as dishonoured by those
often prostituted vows you have offered me, I am to tell you, that I am
highly disobliged; and forbid you to appear in my presence again, till
you have resumed those thoughts which are worthy your noble extraction;
and are capable of treating me with that respect which is my due.

Saying this, she rose from her seat, and walked very majestically out
of the room, leaving Sir George overwhelmed with shame and vexation at
having conducted the latter part of his narration so ill, and drawn
upon himself a sentence which deprived him of all his hopes.

Chapter XI.

_Containing only a few inferences, drawn from the foregoing chapters._

Mr. Glanville, excessively delighted with this event, could not help
laughing at the unfortunate baronet: who seemed, by his silence, and
down-cast looks, to expect it.

Who would have imagined, said he, that so renowned a hero would have
tarnished the glory of his laurels, as my cousin says, by so base an
ingratitude? Indeed, prince, pursued he, laughing, you must resolve to
recover your reputation, either by retiring again to your cave, and
living upon bitter herbs, for the generous Sydimiris; or else wander
through the world, in search of the divine Philonice.

Don't triumph, dear Charles, replied Sir George, laughing in his turn;
have a little compassion upon me, and confess that nothing could be
more unfortunate than that damn'd slip I made at the latter end of my
history: but for that, my reputation for courage and constancy had been
as high as the great Oroondates or Juba.

Since you have so fertile an invention, said Sir Charles, you may
easily repair this mistake. Odds-heart! it is pity you are not poor
enough to be an author; you would occupy a garret in Grub-street, with
great fame to yourself, and diversion to the public.

Oh! sir, cried Sir George, I have stock enough by me to set up for an
author to-morrow, if I please: I have no less than five tragedies,
some quite, others almost finished; three or four essays on virtue,
happiness, &c.; three thousand lines of an epic poem; half a dozen
epitaphs; a few acrostics; and a long string of puns, that would serve
to embellish a daily paper, if I was disposed to write one.

Nay, then, interrupted Mr. Glanville, you are qualified for a critic
at the Bedford Coffee-house; where, with the rest of your brothers,
demi-wits, you may sit in judgment upon the productions of a Young, a
Richardson, or a Johnson; rail with premeditated malice at the Rambler;
and, for the want of faults, turn even its inimitable beauties into
ridicule. The language, because it reaches to perfection, may be called
stiff, laboured, and pedantic; the criticisms, when they let in more
light than your weak judgment can bear, superficial and ostentatious
glitter; and because those papers contain the finest system of ethics
yet extant, damn the queer fellow, for over-propping virtue; an
excellent new phrase! which those who can find no meaning in, may
accommodate with one of their own. Then give shrewd hints, that some
persons, though they do not publish their performances, may have more
merit than those that do.

Upon my soul, Charles, said Sir George, thou art such an ill-natured
fellow, that I am afraid thou wilt be sneering at me when I am gone;
and wilt endeavour to persuade Lady Bella, that not a syllable of my
story is true. Speak, pursued he, wilt thou have the cruelty to deprive
me of my lawful claim to the great kingdom of Kent, and rob me of the
glory of fighting singly against five hundred men?

I do not know, said Sir Charles, whether my niece be really imposed
upon, by the gravity with which you told your surprising history; but I
protest I thought you were in earnest at first, and that you meant to
make us believe it all to be fact.

You are so fitly punished, said Mr. Glanville, for that ill-judged
adventure you related last, by the bad opinion Lady Bella entertains of
you, that I need not add to your misfortune: and therefore, you shall
be Prince Veridomer, if you please; since, under that character, you
are obliged not to pretend to any lady but the incomparable Philonice.

Sir George, who understood his meaning, went home to think of some
means by which he might draw himself out of the embarrassment he
was in; and Mr. Glanville, as he had promised, did not endeavour to
undeceive Lady Bella with regard to the history he had feigned; being
very well satisfied with his having put it out of his power to make
his addresses to her, since she now looked upon him as the lover of
Philonice.

As for Sir Charles, he did not penetrate into the meaning of Sir
George's story; and only imagined, that by relating such a heap of
adventures, he had a design to entertain the company, and give a proof
of the facility of his invention; and Miss Glanville, who supposed he
had been ridiculing her cousin's strange notions, was better pleased
with him than ever.

Arabella, however, was less satisfied than any of them: she could not
endure to see so brave a knight, who drew his birth from a race of
kings, tarnish the glory of his gallant actions by so base a perfidy.

Alas! said she to herself, how much reason has the beautiful Philonice
to accuse me for all the anguish she suffers! since I am the cause that
the ungrateful prince, on whom she bestows her affections, suffers her
to remain quietly in the hands of her ravisher, without endeavouring to
rescue her: but, oh! too lovely and unfortunate fair-one, said she, as
if she had been present, and listening to her, distinguish, I beseech
you, between those faults which the will and those which necessity
makes us commit. I am the cause, it is true, of thy lover's infidelity;
but I am the innocent cause, and would repair the evils my fatal beauty
gives rise to, by any sacrifice in my power to make.

While Arabella, by her romantic generosity, bewails the imaginary
afflictions of the full as imaginary Philonice; Mr. Glanville, who
thought the solitude she lived in confirmed her in her absurd and
ridiculous notions, desired his father to press her to go to London.

Sir Charles complied with his request, and earnestly entreated her to
leave the castle, and spend a few months in town. Her year of mourning
being now expired, she consented to go; but Sir Charles, who did not
think his son's health absolutely confirmed, proposed to spend a few
weeks at Bath; which was readily complied with by Arabella.

BOOK VII.

Chapter I.

_For the shortness of which the length of the next shall make some
amends._

Sir George, to gratify Arabella's humour, had not presumed to come to
the castle for several days; but hearing that they were preparing to
leave the country, he wrote a short billet to her; and, in the style of
romance, most humbly entreated her to grant him a moment's audience.

Arabella being informed by Lucy, to whom Sir George's gentleman had
addressed himself, that he had brought a letter from his master, she
ordered her to bring him to her apartment, and as soon as he appeared--

How comes it, said she, that the prince your master, has had the
presumption to importune me again, after my absolute commands to the
contrary?

The prince, my master, madam! said the man, excessively surprised.

Aye! said Arabella, are you not Sir George's squire? And does he not
trust you with his most secret thoughts?

I belong to Sir George Bellmour, madam, replied the man, who did not
understand what she meant: I have not the honour to be a squire.

No! interrupted Arabella; it is strange then, that he should have
honoured you with his commission; pray, what is it you come to request
for him?

My master, madam, said he, ordered me to get this letter delivered to
your ladyship, and to stay for your commands.

You would persuade me, said she, sternly, being provoked that he did
not deliver the letter upon his knees, as was the custom in romances,
that you are not acquainted with the purport of this audacious
billet, since you express so little fear of my displeasure. But know,
presumptuous, that I am mortally offended with your master, for his
daring to suppose I would read this proof at once of his insolence and
infidelity; and were you worth my resentment, I would haply make you
suffer for your want of respect to me.

The poor man, surprised and confounded at her anger, and puzzled
extremely to understand what she meant, was opening his mouth to say
something, it is probable in his own defence, when Arabella preventing
him--

I know what thou wouldst say, said she: thou wouldst abuse my patience
by a false detail of thy master's sighs, tears, exclamations, and
despair.

Indeed, madam, I don't intend to say any such thing, replied the man.

No! repeated Arabella, a little disappointed, Bear back his
presumptuous billet then, which I suppose contains the melancholy
account; and tell him, he that could so soon forget the generous
Sydimiris for Philonice, and could afterwards be false to that
incomparable beauty, is not a person worthy to adore Arabella.

The man, who could not tell what to make of this message, and feared
he should forget these two hard names, humbly entreated her to be
pleased to acquaint his master, by a line, with her intentions.
Arabella, supposing he meant to importune her still more, made a sign
with her hand, very majestically, for him to be gone; but he, not able
to comprehend her meaning, stood still with an air of perplexity, not
daring to beg her to explain herself; supposing she, by that sign,
required something of him.

Why dost thou not obey my commands? said Arabella, finding he did not
go.

I will, to be sure, madam, replied he; wishing at the same time
secretly she would let him know what they were.

And yet, said she hastily, thou art disobeying me this moment: did
I not bid you get out of my presence, and to speak no more of your
inconstant master, whose crimes have rendered him the detestation of
all generous persons whatever?

Sir George's messenger, extremely surprised at so harsh a character of
his master, and the rage with which the lady seemed to be actuated,
made haste to get out of her apartment; and, at his return, informed
his master, very exactly, of the reception he had met with, repeating
all Lady Bella's words; which, notwithstanding the blunders he made
in the names of Sydimiris and Philonice, Sir George understood well
enough; and found new occasion of wondering at the excess of Arabella's
extravagance, who he never imagined would have explained herself in
that manner to his servant.

Without endeavouring therefore to see Arabella, he went to pay his
compliments to Sir Charles, Mr. Glanville, and Miss Glanville; to the
last of whom he said some soft things, that made her extremely regret
his staying behind them in the country.

Chapter II.

_Not so long as was first intended; but contains, however, a surprising
adventure on the road_

The day of their departure being come, they set out in a coach and six,
attended by several servants on horseback. The first day's journey
passed off without any accident worthy relating; but, towards the close
of the second, they were alarmed by the appearance of three highwaymen,
well mounted, at a small distance.

One of the servants, who had first spied them, immediately rode up
to the coach; and, for fear of alarming the ladies, whispered Mr.
Glanville in the ear.

Sir Charles, who was sitting next his son, and had heard it, cried out,
with too little caution, How's this? Are we in any danger of being
attacked, say you?

Mr. Glanville, without replying, jumped out of the coach; at which Miss
Glanville screamed out; and, lest her father should follow, sprung into
her brother's seat, and held him fast by the coat.

Arabella, being in a strange consternation at all this, put her head
out of the coach, to see what was the matter; and, observing three or
four men of a genteel appearance, on horseback, who seemed to halt, and
gaze on them without offering to advance--

Sir, said she to her uncle, are yonder knights the persons whom you
suppose will attack us?

Aye, aye, said Sir Charles, they are knights of the road indeed. I
suppose we shall have a bout with them; for it will be scandalous to
deliver, since we have the odds of our side, and are more than a match
for them.

Arabella, interpreting these words in her own way, looked out again;
and, seeing the robbers, who had by this time taken their resolution,
galloping towards them, her cousin and the servants ranging themselves
of each side of the coach, as if to defend them--

Hold, hold, valiant men! said she, as loud as she could speak,
addressing herself to the highwaymen. Do not, by a mistaken generosity,
hazard your lives in a combat, to which the laws of honour do not
oblige you. We are not violently carried away, as you falsely suppose;
we go willingly along with these persons, who are our friends and
relations.

Hey-day! cried Sir Charles, staring at her with great surprise: what's
the meaning of all this? Do you think these fellows will mind your fine
speeches, niece?

I hope they will, sir, said she: then, pulling her cousin--Show
yourself, for Heaven's sake, miss, pursued she, and second my
assurances, that we are not forced away. These generous men come to
fight for our deliverance.

The highwaymen, who were near enough to hear Arabella's voice, though
they could not distinguish her words, gazed on her with great surprise;
and, finding they would be very well received, thought fit to abandon
their enterprise, and galloped away as fast as they were able. Some of
the servants made a motion to pursue them; but Mr. Glanville forbad it;
and, entering again into the coach, congratulated the ladies upon the
escape they had had.

Since these men, said Arabella, did not come to deliver us, out
of a mistaken notion, that we were carried away by force, it must
necessarily follow, they had some bad design; and I protest I know not
who to suspect is the author of it, unless the person you vanquished,
said she to Mr. Glanville, the other day in a single combat; for the
disguised Edward, you assured me, is dead. But perhaps, continued she,
it was some lover of Miss Glanville's who designed to make an attempt
to carry her away. Methinks he was too slenderly attended for such an
hazardous undertaking.

I'll assure you, madam, said Miss Glanville, I have no lovers among
highwaymen.

Highwaymen! repeated Arabella.

Why, aye, to be sure, madam, rejoined Sir Charles: what do you take
them for?

For persons of quality, sir, resumed Arabella; and though they came,
questionless, either upon a good or bad design, yet it cannot be
doubted but that their birth is illustrious; otherwise they would never
pretend either to fight in our defence, or to carry us away.

I vow, niece, said Sir Charles, I can't possibly understand you.

My cousin, sir, interrupted Mr. Glanville, has been mistaken in these
persons; and has not yet, possibly, believed them to be highwaymen who
came to rob us.

There is no question, sir, said Arabella, smiling, that if they did not
come to defend us, they came to rob you: but it is hard to guess, which
of us it was of whom they designed to deprive you; for it may very
possibly be for my cousin's sake, as well as mine, that this enterprise
was undertaken.

Pardon me, madam, said Mr. Glanville, who was willing to prevent his
father from answering her absurdities; these men had no other design
than to rob us of our money.

How! said Arabella: were these cavaliers, who appeared to be in so
handsome a garb that I took them for persons of prime quality, were
they robbers? I have been strangely mistaken, it seems. However, I
apprehend there is no certainty that your suspicions are true; and it
may still be as I say, that they either came to rescue or carry us away.

Mr. Glanville, to avoid a longer dispute, changed the discourse; having
observed, with confusion, that Sir Charles, and his sister seemed to
look upon his beloved cousin as one that was out of her senses.

Chapter III.

_Which concludes with an authentic piece of history._

Arabella, during the rest of this journey, was so wholly taken up in
contemplating upon the last adventure, that she mixed but little in the
conversation. Upon their drawing near Bath, the situation of that city
afforded her the means of making a comparison between the valley in
which it was placed (with the amphitheatrical view of the hills around
it) and the valley of Tempe.

It was in such a place as this, said she, pursuing her comparison, that
the fair Andronice delivered the valiant Hortensius: and really I could
wish our entrance into that city might be preceded by an act of equal
humanity with that of that fair princess.

For the gratification of that wish, madam, said Mr. Glanville, it is
necessary some person should meet with a misfortune, out of which you
might be able to relieve him; but I suppose the benevolence of your
disposition may be equally satisfied with not finding any occasion as
of exercising it when it is found.

Though it be not my fortune to meet with those occasions, replied
Arabella, there is no reason to doubt but others do, who possibly have
less inclination to afford their assistance than myself: and it is
possible, if any other than the princess of Messina had happened to
pass by, when Hortensius was in the hands of the Thessalians, he would
not have been rescued from the ignominious death he was destined to,
merely for killing a stork.

How! interrupted Sir Charles, put a man to death for killing a stork!
Ridiculous! Pray, in what part of the world did that happen? Among the
Indians of America, I suppose.

No, sir, said Arabella, in Thessaly; the fairest part in all Macedonia,
famous for the beautiful valley of Tempe, which excited the curiosity
of all travellers whatever.

No, not all, madam, returned Sir Charles; for I am acquainted with
several travellers, who never saw it, nor even mentioned it; and if it
is so famous as you say, I am surprised I never heard of it before.

I don't know, said Arabella, what those travellers thought worthy of
their notice; but I am certain that if any chance should conduct me
into Macedonia, I would not leave it till I saw the valley of Tempe, so
celebrated by all the poets and historians.

Dear cousin, cried Glanville, who could hardly forbear smiling, what
chance, in the name of wonder, should take you into Turkey, at so great
a distance from your own country?

And so, said Sir Charles, this famous valley of Tempe is in Turkey.
Why, you must be very fond of travelling, indeed, Lady Bella, if you
would go into the Great Mogul's country, where the people are all
Pagans, they say, and worship the devil.

The country my cousin speaks of, said Mr. Glanville, is in the Grand
Signior's dominions: the Great Mogul, you know, sir----

Well, interrupted Sir Charles, the Great Mogul, or the Grand Signior, I
know not what you call him: but I hope my niece does not propose to go
thither.

Not unless I am forcibly carried thither, said Arabella; but I do
determine, if that misfortune should ever happen to me, that I would,
if possible, visit the valley of Tempe, which is in that part of Greece
they call Macedonia.

Then I am persuaded, replied Sir Charles, you'll never see that famous
vale you talk of; for it is not very likely you should be forcibly
carried away into Turkey.

And why do you think it unlikely that I should be carried thither?
interrupted Arabella. Do not the same things happen now, that did
formerly? And is any thing more common, than ladies being carried, by
their ravishers, into countries far distant from their own? May not the
same accidents happen to me, that have happened to so many illustrious
ladies before me? And may I not be carried into Macedonia by a
similitude of destiny with that of a great many beautiful princesses,
who, though born in the most distant quarters of the world, chanced
to meet at one time in the city of Alexandria, and related their
miraculous adventures to each other?

And it was for that very purpose they met, madam, said Mr. Glanville,
smiling.

Why, truly, said Arabella, it happened very luckily for each of
them, that they were brought into a place where they found so many
illustrious companions in misfortune, to whom they might freely
communicate their adventures, which otherwise might, haply, have been
concealed, or, at least, have been imperfectly delivered down to us.
However, added she, smiling, if I am carried into Macedonia, and by
that means have an opportunity of visiting the famous vale of Tempe, I
shall take care not to draw the resentment of the Thessalians upon me,
by an indiscretion like that of Hortensius.

For be pleased to know, sir, said she, addressing herself to her
uncle, that his killing a stork, however inconsiderable a matter it
may appear to us, was yet looked upon as a crime of a very atrocious
nature among the Thessalians; for they have a law, which forbids, upon
pain of death, the killing of storks; the reason for which is, that
Thessaly being subject to be infested with a prodigious multitude of
serpents, which are a delightful food to these sorts of fowls, they
look upon them as sacred birds, sent by the gods to deliver them from
these serpents and vipers: and though Hortensius, being a stranger, was
pardoned through the intercession of the princess Andronice, they made
him promise to send another stork into Thessaly, to the end that he
might be reputed innocent.

Chapter IV.

_In which one of our heroine's whims is justified, by some others full
as whimsical._

This piece of history, with Sir Charles's remarks upon it, brought
them into Bath. Their lodgings being provided beforehand, the ladies
retired to their different chambers, to repose themselves after the
fatigue of their journey, and did not meet again till supper was on
table; when Miss Glanville, who had eagerly enquired what company was
then in the place, and heard there were a great many persons of fashion
just arrived, pressed Arabella to go to the pump-room the next morning,
assuring her she would find a very agreeable amusement.

Arabella accordingly consented to accompany her; and being told the
ladies went in a undress of a morning, she accommodated herself to
the custom, and went in a negligent dress; but instead of a capuchin,
she wore something like a veil, of black gauze, which covered almost
all her face, and part of her waist, and gave her a very singular
appearance.

Miss Glanville was too envious of her cousin's superiority in point
of beauty, to inform her of any oddity in her dress, which she
thought might expose her to the ridicule of those that saw her; and
Mr. Glanville was too little a critic in ladies' apparel, to be
sensible that Arabella was not in the fashion; and since every thing
she wore became her extremely, he could not choose but think she
dressed admirably well: he handed her therefore, with a great deal of
satisfaction, into the pump-room, which happened to be greatly crowded
that morning.

The attention of most part of the company was immediately engaged
by the appearance Lady Bella made. Strangers are here most strictly
criticised, and every new object affords a delicious feast of raillery
and scandal.

The ladies, alarmed at the singularity of her dress, crowded together
in parties; and the words, Who can she be? Strange creature!
Ridiculous! and other exclamations of the same kind, were whispered
very intelligibly.

The men were struck with her figure, veiled as she was: her fine
stature, the beautiful turn of her person, the grace and elegance of
her motion, attracted all their notice. The phænomenon of the veil,
however, gave them great disturbance. So lovely a person seemed to
promise the owner had a face not unworthy of it; but that was totally
hid from their view: for Arabella, at her entrance into the room, had
pulled the gauze quite over her face, following therein the custom of
the ladies in Clelia, and the Grand Cyrus, who, in mixed companies,
always hid their faces with great care.

The wits and pretty fellows railed at the envious covering, and
compared her to the sun obscured by a cloud; while the beaux _dem'd_
the horrid innovation, and expressed a fear, lest it should grow into a
fashion.

Some of the wiser sort took her for a foreigner; others, of still more
sagacity, supposed her a Scots lady, covered with her plaid; and a
third sort, infinitely wiser than either, concluded she was a Spanish
nun, that had escaped from a convent, and had not yet quitted her veil.

Arabella, ignorant of the diversity of opinions to which her appearance
gave rise, was taken up in discoursing with Mr. Glanville upon the
medicinal virtue of the springs, the economy of the baths, the nature
of the diversions, and such other topics as the objects around them
furnished her with.

In the mean time, Miss Glanville was got amidst a crowd of her
acquaintance, who had hardly paid the civilities of a first meeting,
before they eagerly enquired who that lady she brought with her was.

Miss Glanville informed them, that she was her cousin, and daughter to
the deceased Marquis of ----; adding with a sneer, that she had been
brought up in the country; knew nothing of the world; and had some
very peculiar notions. As you may see, said she, by that odd kind of
covering she wears.

Her name and quality were presently whispered all over the room. The
men, hearing she was a great heiress, found greater beauties to admire
in her person: the ladies, awed by the sanction of quality, dropped
their ridicule on her dress, and began to quote examples of whims full
as inexcusable.

One remembered that Lady J---- F---- always wore her ruffles reversed;
that the Countess of ---- went to court in a farthingale; that the
Duchess of ---- sat astride upon a horse; and a certain lady of great
fortune, and nearly allied to quality, because she was not dignified
with a title, invented a new one for herself; and directed her servants
to say in speaking to her, _Your honoress_, which afterwards became a
custom among all her acquaintance; who mortally offended her if they
omitted that instance of respect.

Chapter V.

_Containing some historical anecdotes, the truth of which may possibly
be doubted, as they are not to be found in any of the historians._

After a short stay in the room, Arabella expressing a desire to
return home, Mr. Glanville conducted her out. Two gentlemen of his
acquaintance attending Miss Glanville, Sir Charles detained them to
breakfast; by which means they had an opportunity of satisfying their
curiosity; and beheld Arabella divested of that veil, which had, as
they said (and it is probable they said no more than they thought)
concealed one of the finest faces in the world.

Miss Glanville had the mortification to see both the gentlemen so
charmed with the sight of her cousin's face, that for a long time she
sat wholly neglected; but the seriousness of her behaviour giving some
little disgust to the youngest of them, who was what the ladies call
a pretty fellow, a dear creature, and the most diverting man in the
world; he applied himself wholly to Miss Glanville, and soon engaged
her in a particular conversation.

Mr. Selvin, so was the other gentleman called, was of a much graver
cast: he affected to be thought deep-read in history, and never failed
to take all opportunities of displaying his knowledge of antiquity,
which was indeed but very superficial; but having some few anecdotes by
heart, which he would take occasion to introduce as often as he could,
he passed among many persons for one who, by application and study, had
acquired an universal knowledge of ancient history.

Speaking of any particular circumstance, he would fix the time, by
computing the year with the number of the Olympiads. It happened, he
would say, in the 141st Olympiad.

Such an amazing exactness had a suitable effect on his audience, and
always procured him a great degree of attention.

This gentleman hitherto had no opportunity of displaying his knowledge
of history, the discourse having wholly turned upon news and other
trifles; when Arabella, after some more enquiries concerning the place,
remarked, that there was a very great difference between the medicinal
waters at Bath, and the fine springs at the foot of the mountain
Thermopylæ, in Greece, as well in their qualities as manner of using
them; and I am of opinion, added she, that Bath, famous as it is for
restoring health, is less frequented by infirm persons, than the famous
springs of Thermopylæ were by the beauties of Greece, to whom those
waters have the reputation of giving new lustre.

Mr. Selvin, who, with all his reading, had never met with any account
of these celebrated Grecian springs, was extremely disconcerted at not
being able to continue a conversation, which the silence of the rest of
the company made him imagine was directed wholly to him.

The shame he conceived at seeing himself opposed by a girl, in a matter
which so immediately belonged to him, made him resolve to draw himself
out of this dilemma at any rate; and, though he was far from being
convinced, that there were no such springs at Thermopylæ as Arabella
mentioned, yet he resolutely maintained that she must be mistaken in
their situation; for to his certain knowledge there were no medicinal
waters at the foot of that mountain.

Arabella, who could not endure to be contradicted in what she took to
be so incontestable a fact, reddened with vexation at his unexpected
denial.

It should seem, said she, by your discourse, that you are unacquainted
with many material passages that passed among very illustrious persons
there; and if you knew any thing of Pisistratus the Athenian, you would
know, that an adventure he had at those baths laid the foundation of
all those great designs, which he afterwards effected, to the total
subversion of the Athenian government.

Mr. Selvin, surprised that this piece of history had likewise escaped
his observation, resolved, however, not to give up his point.

I think, madam, replied he, with great self-sufficiency, that I am
pretty well acquainted with every thing which relates to the affairs of
the Athenian Commonwealth; and know by what steps Pisistratus advanced
himself to the sovereignty. It was indeed a great stroke of policy in
him, said he, turning to Mr. Glanville, to wound himself, in order to
get a guard assigned him.

You are mistaken, sir, said Arabella, if you believe there was any
truth in the report of his having wounded himself: it was done either
by his rival Lycurgus, or Theocrites; who, believing him still to be in
love with the fair Cerinthe, whom he courted, took that way to get rid
of him. Neither is it true, that ambition alone inspired Pisistratus
with a design of enslaving his country: those authors who say so, must
know little of the springs and motives of his conduct. It was neither
ambition nor revenge that made him act as he did: it was the violent
affection he conceived for the beautiful Cleorante, whom he first saw
at the famous baths of Thermopylæ, which put him upon those designs;
for, seeing that Lycurgus, who was not his rival in ambition, but love,
would certainly become the possessor of Cleorante, unless he made
himself tyrant of Athens, he had recourse to that violent method, in
order to preserve her for himself.

I protest, madam, said Mr. Selvin, casting down his eyes in great
confusion at her superior knowledge in history, these particulars have
all escaped my notice; and this is the first time I ever understood
that Pisistratus was violently in love; and that it was not ambition
which made him aspire to sovereignty.

I do not remember any mention of this in Plutarch, continued he,
rubbing his forehead, or any of the authors who have treated on the
affairs of Greece.

Very likely, sir, replied Arabella; but you will see the whole story of
Pisistratus's love for Cleorante, with the effects it produced, related
at large in Scudery.

Scudery, madam! said the sage Mr. Selvin, I never read that historian.

No, sir! replied Arabella, then your reading has been very confined.

I know, madam, said he, that Herodotus, Thucydides, and Plutarch, have
indeed quoted him frequently.

I am surprised, sir, said Mr. Glanville, who was excessively diverted
at this discovery of his great ignorance and affectation, that you have
not read that famous historian; especially as the writers you have
mentioned quote him so often.

Why, to tell you the truth, sir, said he; though he was a Roman; yet it
is objected to him, that he wrote but indifferent Latin; with no purity
or elegance; and----

You are quite mistaken, sir, interrupted Arabella; the great Scudery
was a Frenchman; and both his Clelia and Artamenes were written in
French.

A Frenchman was he? said Mr. Selvin, with a lofty air. Oh! then, it
is not surprising that I have not read him. I read no authors but the
ancients, madam, added he, with a look of self-applause; I cannot
relish the moderns at all: I have no taste for their way of writing.

But Scudery must needs be more ancient than Thucydides, and the rest
of those Greek historians you mentioned, said Mr. Glanville: how else
could they quote him?

Mr. Selvin was here so utterly at a loss, that he could not conceal his
confusion. He held down his head, and continued silent; while the beau,
who had listened to the latter part of their discourse, exerted his
supposed talent of raillery against the unhappy admirer of the ancient
authors; and increased his confusion by a thousand sarcasms, which gave
more diversion to himself than any body else.

Chapter VI.

_Which contains some excellent rules for raillery._

Mr. Glanville, who had too much politeness and good-nature to insist
too long upon the ridicule in the character of his acquaintance,
changed the discourse; and Arabella, who had observed, with some
concern, the ill-judged raillery of the young beau, took occasion to
decry that species of wit; and gave it, as her opinion, that it was
very dangerous and unpleasing.

For, truly, said she, it is almost impossible to use it without being
hated or feared; and whoever gets a habit of it, is in danger of
wronging all the laws of friendship and humanity.

Certainly, pursued she, looking at the beau, it is extremely unjust to
rally one's friends and particular acquaintance: first, choose them
well, and be as nice as you please in the choice; but when you have
chosen them, by no means play upon them. It is cruel and malicious, to
divert one's self at the expense of one's friend.

However, madam, said Mr. Glanville, who was charmed to hear her talk so
rationally, you may give people leave to rally their enemies.

Truly, resumed Arabella, I cannot allow that, any more than upon
friends; for raillery is the poorest kind of revenge that can be taken.
Methinks it is mean to rally persons who have a small share of merit;
since, haply, their defects were born with them, and not of their own
acquiring; and it is great injustice to descant upon one slight fault
in men of parts, to the prejudice of a thousand good qualities.

For aught I see, madam, said the beau, you will not allow one to rally
any body.

I am of opinion, sir, said Arabella, that there are very few proper
objects for raillery; and still fewer, who can rally well. The talent
of raillery ought to be born with a person; no art can infuse it;
and those who endeavour to rally, in spite of nature, will be so far
from diverting others that they will become the objects of ridicule
themselves.

Many other pleasing qualities of wit may be acquired by pains and
study, but raillery must be the gift of nature. It is not enough to
have many lively and agreeable thoughts; but there must be such an
expression, as must convey their full force and meaning; the air,
the aspect, the tone of the voice, and every part in general, must
contribute to its perfection.

There ought also to be a great distance between raillery and satire, so
that one may never be mistaken for the other. Raillery ought indeed to
surprise, and sensibly touch, those to whom it is directed; but I would
not have the wounds it makes either deep or lasting. Let those who feel
it, be hurt like persons, who, gathering roses, are pricked by the
thorns, and find a sweet smell to make amends.

I would have raillery raise the fancy, and quicken the imagination:
the fire of its wit should only enable us to trace its original, and
shine as the stars do, but not burn. Yet, after all, I cannot greatly
approve of raillery, or cease to think it dangerous; and, to pursue my
comparisons, said she, with an enchanting smile, persons who possess
the true talent of raillery are like comets; they are seldom seen, and
are at once admired and feared.

I protest, Lady Bella, said Sir Charles, who had listened to her with
many signs of admiration, you speak like an orator.

One would not imagine, interrupted Mr. Glanville, who saw Arabella in
some confusion at the coarse praise her uncle gave her, that my cousin
could speak so accurately of a quality she never practises: and it is
easy to judge by what she has said, that no body can rally finer than
herself, if she pleases.

Mr. Selvin, though he bore her a grudge for knowing more history than
he did, yet assured her that she had given the best rules imaginable
for rallying well. But the beau, whom she had silenced by her reproof,
was extremely angry; and supposing it would mortify her to see him pay
court to her cousin, he redoubled his assiduities to Miss Glanville,
who was highly delighted at seeing Arabella less taken notice of by
this gay gentleman than herself.

Chapter VII.

_In which the author condescends to be very minute in the description
of our heroine's dress._

The indifference of Mr. Tinsel convincing Miss Glanville that Arabella
was less to be dreaded than she imagined, she had no reluctance at
seeing her prepare for her public appearance the next ball-night.

Having consulted her fancy in a rich silver stuff she had bought for
that purpose, a person was sent for to make it; and Arabella, who
followed no fashion but her own taste, which was formed on the manners
of the heroines, ordered the woman to make her a robe after the same
model as the princess Julia's.

The mantua-maker, who thought it might do her great prejudice with her
new customer, to acknowledge she knew nothing of the princess Julia, or
the fashion of her gown, replied at random, and with great pertness--

That, that taste was quite out; and, she would advise her ladyship to
have her clothes made in the present mode, which was far more becoming.

You can never persuade me, said Arabella, that any fashion can be more
becoming than that of the princess Julia's, who was the most gallant
princess upon earth, and knew better than any other, how to set off
her charms. It may indeed be a little obsolete now, pursued she, for
the fashion could not but alter a little in the compass of near two
thousand years.

Two thousand years, madam! said the woman, in a great surprise: Lord
help us trades-people, if they did not alter a thousand times in as
many days! I thought your ladyship was speaking of the last month's
taste; which, as I said before, is quite out now.

Well, replied Arabella, let the present mode be what it will, I insist
upon having my clothes made after the pattern of the beautiful daughter
of Augustus; being convinced that none other can be half so becoming.

What fashion was that, pray, madam? said the woman; I never saw it.

How! replied Arabella, have you already forgot the fashion of the
princess Julia's robe, which you said was worn but last month? Or, are
you ignorant that the princess Julia, and the daughter of Augustus, is
the same person?

I protest, madam, said the woman, extremely confused, I had forgot that
till you called it to my mind.

Well, said Arabella, make me a robe in the same taste.

The mantua-maker was now wholly at a loss in what manner to behave;
for, being conscious that she knew nothing of the princess Julia's
fashion, she could not undertake to make it without directions; and
she was afraid of discovering her ignorance by asking for any; so that
her silence and embarrassment persuading Arabella she knew nothing of
the matter, she dismissed her with a small present for the trouble she
had given her, and had recourse to her usual expedient, which was to
make one of her women, who understood a little of the mantua-making
business, make a robe for her after her own directions.

Miss Glanville, who imagined she had sent for work-women in order to
have clothes made in the modern taste, was surprised, at her entrance
into her chamber, to see her dressing for the ball in a habit singular
to the last degree.

She wore no hoop, and the blue and silver stuff of her robe, was only
kept by its own richness from hanging close about her. It was quite
open round her breast, which was shaded with a rich border of lace; and
clasping close to her waist by small knots of diamonds, descended in a
sweeping train on the ground.

The sleeves were short, wide, and slashed, fastened in different places
with diamonds, and her arms were partly hid by half a dozen falls of
ruffles. Her hair, which fell in very easy ringlets on her neck, was
placed with great care and exactness round her lovely face; and the
jewels and ribbons, which were all her head-dress, disposed to the
greatest advantage.

Upon the whole, nothing could be more singularly becoming than her
dress; or set off with greater advantage the striking beauties of her
person.

Miss Glanville, though she was not displeased to see her persist in her
singularity of dress, yet could not behold her look so lovely in it,
without feeling a secret uneasiness; but consoling herself with the
hopes of the ridicule she would occasion, she assumed a cheerful air,
approved her taste in the choice of her colours, and went with her at
the usual hour to the rooms, attended by Mr. Glanville, Mr. Selvin, and
the young beau we have formerly mentioned.

The surprise Arabella's unusual appearance gave to the whole company,
was very visible to every one but herself.

The moment she entered the room, every one whispered the person next
to them; and for some moments nothing was heard but the words, the
princess Julia; which was echoed at every corner, and at last attracted
her observation.

Mr. Glanville, and the rest of the company with her, were in some
confusion at the universal exclamation, which they imagined was
occasioned by the singularity of her habit; though they could not
conceive why they gave her that title. Had they known the adventure of
the mantua-maker, it would doubtless have easily occurred to them; for
the woman had no sooner left Arabella, than she related the conference
she had with a lady newly arrived, who had required her to make a robe
in the manner of the princess Julia's, and dismissed her, because she
did not understand the fashions that prevailed two thousand years ago.

This story was quickly dispersed, and, for its novelty, afforded a
great deal of diversion; every one longed to see a fashion of such
antiquity; and expected the appearance of the princess Julia with great
impatience.

It is not to be doubted but much mirth was treasured up for her
appearance; and the occasional humourist had already prepared his
accustomed jest, when the sight of the devoted fair-one repelled his
vivacity, and the designed ridicule of the whole assembly.

Scarce had the tumultuous whisper escaped the lips of each individual,
when they found themselves awed to respect by that irresistible charm
in the person of Arabella, which commanded reverence and love from all
who beheld her.

Her noble air, the native dignity in her looks, the inexpressible grace
which accompanied all her motions, and the consummate loveliness of her
form, drew the admiration of the whole assembly.

A respectful silence succeeded; and the astonishment her beauty
occasioned left them no room to descant on the absurdity of her dress.

Miss Glanville, who felt a malicious joy at the sneers she expected
would be cast on her cousin, was greatly disappointed at the deference
which seemed to be paid her; and to vent some part of her spleen,
took occasion to mention her surprise at the behaviour of the company
on their entrance; wondering what they could mean by whispering, The
princess Julia, to one another.

I assure you, said Arabella, smiling, I am not less surprised than you
at it; and since they directed their looks to me at the same time, I
fancy they either took me for some princess of the name of Julia, who
is expected here to-night, or else flatter me with some resemblance to
the beautiful daughter of Augustus.

The comparison, madam, said Mr. Selvin, who took all occasions to show
his reading, is too injurious to you; for I am of opinion you as much
excel that licentious lady in the beauties of your person, as you do in
the qualities of your mind.

I never heard licentiousness imputed to the daughter of Augustus Cæsar,
said Arabella; and the most her enemies can say of her, is, that she
loved admiration, and would permit herself to be beloved, and to be
told so, without showing any signs of displeasure.

Bless me, madam! interrupted Mr. Selvin, how strangely do you mistake
the character of Julia! Though the daughter of an emperor, she was
(pardon the expression) the most abandoned prostitute in Rome. Many of
her intrigues are recorded in history; but, to mention only one, was
not her infamous commerce with Ovid, the cause of his banishment?

Chapter VIII.

_Some reflections very fit, and others very unfit, for an
assembly-room._

You speak in strange terms, replied Arabella, blushing, of a princess,
who if she was not the most reserved and severe person in the world,
was yet nevertheless, absolutely chaste.

I know there were people who represented her partiality for Ovid in
a very unfavourable light; but that ingenious poet, when he related
his history to the great Agrippa, told him in confidence all that had
passed between him and the princess Julia, than which nothing could
be more innocent, though a little indiscreet. For it is certain that
she permitted him to love her, and did not condemn him to any rigorous
punishment for daring to tell her so; yet, for all this, as I said
before, though she was not altogether so austere as she ought to have
been, yet she was nevertheless a most virtuous princess.

Mr. Selvin, not daring to contradict a lady whose extensive reading
had furnished her with anecdotes unknown almost to any body else, by
his silence confessed her superiority. But Mr. Glanville, who knew all
these anecdotes were drawn from romances, which he found contradicted
the known facts in history, and assigned the most ridiculous causes
for things of the greatest importance, could not help smiling at the
facility with which Mr. Selvin gave in to those idle absurdities. For
notwithstanding his affectation of great reading, his superficial
knowledge of history made it extremely easy to deceive him; and as it
was his custom to mark in his pocket-book all the scraps of history
he heard introduced into conversation, and retail them again in other
company, he did not doubt but he would make a figure with the curious
circumstances Arabella had furnished him with.

Arabella, observing Mr. Tinsel by his familiar bows, significant
smiles, and easy salutations, was acquainted with the greatest part
of the assembly, told him, that she did not doubt but he knew the
adventures of many persons whom they were viewing; and that he would do
her a pleasure, if he would relate some of them.

Mr. Tinsel was charmed with a request which afforded him an opportunity
of gratifying a favourite inclination, and seating himself near her
immediately, was beginning to obey her injunctions, when she gracefully
entreated him to stay a moment; and calling to Mr. Glanville, and his
sister, who were talking to Mr. Selvin, asked them if they chose to
partake of a more rational amusement than dancing, and listen to the
adventures of some illustrious persons, which Mr. Tinsel had promised
to relate.

I assure you, madam, said Mr. Glanville, smiling, you will find that a
less innocent amusement than dancing.

Why so, sir? replied Arabella; since it is not an indiscreet curiosity
which prompts me to a desire of hearing the histories Mr. Tinsel has
promised to entertain me with; but rather a hope of hearing something
which may at once improve and delight me; something which may excite my
admiration, engage my esteem, or influence my practice.

It was, doubtless, with such motives as these, that we find princesses
and ladies of the most illustrious rank, in Clelia and the Grand Cyrus,
listening to the adventures of persons in whom they were probably as
little interested as we are in these around us. Kings, princes, and
commanders of armies, thought it was no waste of their time, in the
midst of the hurry and clamour of a camp, to listen many hours to the
relation of one single history, and not filled with any extraordinary
events; but haply a simple recital of common occurrences. The great
Cyrus, while he was busy in reducing all Asia to his yoke, heard,
nevertheless, the histories of all the considerable persons in the
camp, besides those of strangers, and even his enemies. If there was
therefore any thing either criminal or mean in hearing the adventures
of others, do you imagine so many great and illustrious persons would
have given in to such an amusement?

After this Arabella turned gravely about to Mr. Tinsel, and told him,
he was at liberty to begin his recital.

The beau, a little disconcerted by the solemnity with which she
requested his information, knew not how to begin with the formality
that he saw was required of him; and therefore sat silent for a few
moments; which Arabella supposed was to recall to his memory all the
passages he proposed to relate.

His perplexity would probably have increased instead of lessening by
the profound silence which she observed, had not Miss Glanville seated
herself with a sprightly air on the other side of him, and directing
his eyes to a tall handsome woman that had just entered, asked him,
pleasantly, to tell her history if he knew it.

Mr. Tinsel, brought into his usual track by this question, answered,
smiling, that the history of that lady was yet a secret, or known but
to very few; but my intelligence, added he, is generally the earliest,
and may always be depended on.

Perhaps, said Arabella, the lady is one of your acquaintances, and
favoured you with the recital of her adventure from her own mouth.

No, really, madam, answered Mr. Tinsel, surprised at the great
simplicity of Arabella, for so he understood it: the lady, I believe,
is not so communicative: and to say the truth, I should not choose to
hear her adventures from herself, since she certainly would suppress
the most material circumstances.

In a word, said he, lowering his voice, that lady was for many
years the mistress of a young military nobleman, whom she was so
complaisant to follow in all his campaigns, marches, sieges, and every
inconveniency of war. He married her in Gibraltar, from whence he is
lately arrived, and introduced his new lady to his noble brother, by
whom she was not unfavourably received. It is worth remarking, that
this same haughty peer thought fit to resent with implacable obstinacy
the marriage of another of his brothers, with the widow of a brave
officer, of considerable rank in the army. It is true, she was several
years older than the young lord, and had no fortune; but the duke
assigned other reasons for his displeasure: he complained loudly, that
his brother had dishonoured the nobility of his birth by this alliance,
and continued his resentment till the death of the young hero, who
gave many remarkable proofs of his courage and fortitude upon several
occasions, and died gloriously before the walls of Carthagena; leaving
his disconsolate lady a widow a second time, with the acquisition of a
title indeed, but a very small addition to her fortune.

Observe that gay, splendid lady, I beseech you, madam, pursued he,
turning to Arabella. How affectedly she looks and talks, and throws
her eyes around the room, with a haughty self-sufficiency in her
aspect, and insolent contempt for every thing but herself! Her habit,
her speech, her motions, are all French; nothing in England is able
to please her; the people so dull, so awkwardly polite; the manners
so gross; no delicacy, no elegance, no magnificence in their persons,
houses, or diversions; every thing is so distasteful, there is no
living in such a place. One may crawl about, indeed, she says, and make
a shift to breathe in the odious country, but one cannot be said to
live; and with all the requisites to render life delightful, here, one
can only suffer, not enjoy it.

Would one not imagine, pursued he, this fine lady was a person of very
exalted rank, who has the sanction of birth, riches, and grandeur for
her extraordinary pride? And yet she is no other than the daughter
of an inn-keeper at Spa, and had the exalted post assigned her of
attending new lodgers to their apartments, acquainting them with all
the conveniences of the place, answering an humble question or two
concerning what company was in the town, what scandal was stirring, and
the like.

One of our great sea commanders going thither for his health, happened
to lodge at this inn; and was so struck with her charms that he married
her in a few weeks, and soon after brought her to England.

Such was the origin of this fantastic lady, whose insupportable pride
and ridiculous affectation draws contempt and aversion wherever she
appears.

Did I not tell you, madam, interrupted Mr. Glanville, that the
amusement you had chosen was not so innocent as dancing? What a deal of
scandal has Mr. Tinsel uttered in the compass of a few minutes?

I assure you, replied Arabella, I know not what to make of the
histories he has been relating. I think they do not deserve that
name, and are rather detached pieces of satire on particular persons,
than a serious relation of facts. I confess my expectations from this
gentleman have not been answered.

I think, however, madam, said Mr. Glanville, we may allow that there
is a negative merit in the relations Mr. Tinsel has made; for, if he
has not shown us any thing to approve, he has at least shown us what to
condemn.

The ugliness of vice, replied Arabella, ought only to be represented
to the vicious; to whom satire, like a magnifying glass, may aggravate
every defect, in order to make its deformity appear more hideous;
but since its end is only to reprove and amend, it should never be
addressed to any but those who come within its correction, and may be
the better for it: a virtuous mind need not be shown the deformity of
vice, to make it be hated and avoided; the more pure and uncorrupted
our ideas are, the less shall we be influenced by example. A natural
propensity to virtue or vice often determines the choice: it is
sufficient therefore to show a good mind what it ought to pursue,
though a bad one must be told what to avoid. In a word, one ought to be
always incited, the other always restrained.

I vow, Lady Bella, said Miss Glanville, you'd make one think one came
here to hear a sermon; you are so very grave, and talk upon such
high-flown subjects. What harm was there in what Mr. Tinsel was telling
us? It would be hard indeed if one might not divert one's self with
other people's faults.

I am afraid, miss, said Arabella, those who can divert themselves with
the faults of others are not behind in affording diversion. And that
very inclination, added she, smilingly, to hear other people's faults,
may, by those very people, be condemned as one, and afford them the
same kind of ill-natured pleasure you are so desirous of.

Nay, madam, returned Miss Glanville, your ladyship was the first who
introduced the discourse you condemn so much. Did not you desire Mr.
Tinsel to tell you histories about the company; and asked my brother
and me to come and hear them?

It is true, replied Arabella, that I did desire you to partake with
me of a pleasing and rational amusement, for such I imagined Mr.
Tinsel's histories might afford. Far from a detail of vices, follies,
and irregularities, I expected to have heard the adventures of some
illustrious personages related; between whose actions, and those of the
heroes and heroines of antiquity, I might have found some resemblance.

For instance, I hoped to have heard imitated the sublime courage of
a Clelia; who, to save her honour from the attempts of the impious
Tarquin, leaped into the river Tyber, and swam to the other side; or
the noble resolution of the incomparable Candace, who, to escape out of
the hands of her ravisher, the pirate Zenadorus, set fire to his vessel
with her own hands, and committed herself to the mercy of the waves; or
the constancy and affection of a Mandana, who, for the sake of a Cyrus,
refused the richest crowns in the world, and braved the terrors of
death to preserve herself for him.

As for the men, I hoped to have heard of some who might have almost
equalled the great Oroondates, the invincible Artaban, the valiant
Juba, the renowned Alcamenes, and many thousand heroes of antiquity;
whose glorious exploits in war, and unshaken constancy in love, have
given them an immortal fame.

While Arabella was uttering this long speech, with great emotion, Miss
Glanville, with a sly look at the beau, gave him to understand, that
was her cousin's foible.

Mr. Tinsel, however, not able to comprehend the meaning of what she
said, listened to her with many signs of perplexity and wonder.

Mr. Selvin in secret repined at her prodigious knowledge of history;
and Mr. Glanville, with his eyes fixed on the ground, bit his lips
almost through with madness.

In the mean time, several among the company, desirous of hearing
what the strange lady was saying so loud, and with so much eagerness
and emotion, gathered round them; which Mr. Glanville observing, and
fearing Arabella would expose herself still farther, whispered his
sister to get her away, if possible.

Miss Glanville, though very unwilling, obeyed his injunctions; and
complaining of a sudden head-ache, Arabella immediately proposed
retiring, which was joyfully complied with by Mr. Glanville, who with
the other gentlemen attended them home.

Chapter IX.

_Being a chapter of the satirical kind._

At their return, Sir Charles told his niece, that she had now had a
specimen of the world, and some of the fashionable amusements; and
asked her how she had been entertained.

Why, truly, sir, replied she, smiling, I have brought away no great
relish for a renewal of the amusement I have partaken of to-night. If
the world, in which you seem to think I am but newly initiated, affords
only these kinds of pleasures, I shall very soon regret the solitude
and books I have quitted.

Why, pray? said Miss Glanville: what kind of amusements did your
ladyship expect to find in the world? And what was there disagreeable
in your entertainment to-night? I am sure there is no place in England,
except London, where there is so much good company to be met with as
here. The assembly was very numerous and brilliant, and one can be at
no loss for amusements: the pump-room in the morning; the parade, and
the rooms, in the evening; with little occasional parties of pleasure,
will find one sufficient employment, and leave none of one's time to
lie useless upon one's hand.

I am of opinion, replied Arabella, that one's time is far from being
well employed in the manner you portion it out; and people who spend
theirs in such trifling amusements must certainly live to very little
purpose.

What room, I pray you, does a lady give for high and noble adventures,
who consumes her days in dressing, dancing, listening to songs, and
ranging the walks with people as thoughtless as herself? How mean and
contemptible a figure must a life spent in such idle amusements make in
history? Or rather, are not such persons always buried in oblivion; and
can any pen be found who would condescend to record such inconsiderable
actions?

Nor can I persuade myself, added she, that any of those men whom I
saw at the assembly, with figures so feminine, voices so soft, such
tripping steps and unmeaning gestures, have ever signalized either
their courage or constancy; but might be overcome by their enemy in
battle, or be false to their mistress in love.

Law! cousin, replied Miss Glanville, you are always talking of battles
and fighting. Do you expect that persons of quality and fine gentlemen
will go to the wars? What business have they to fight? That belongs to
the officers.

Then every fine gentleman is an officer, said Arabella; and some other
title ought to be found out for men who do nothing but dance and dress.

I could never have imagined, interrupted Mr. Tinsel, surveying
Arabella, that a lady so elegant and gay in her own appearance, should
have an aversion to pleasure and magnificence.

I assure you, sir, replied Arabella, I have an aversion to neither: on
the contrary, I am a great admirer of both. But my ideas of amusements
and grandeur are probably different from yours.

I will allow the ladies to be solicitous about their habits, and
dress with all the care and elegance they are capable of; but such
trifles are below the consideration of a man; who ought not to owe the
dignity of his appearance to the embroidery on his coat, but to his
high and noble air, the grandeur of his courage, the elevation of his
sentiments, and the many heroic actions he has performed.

Such a man will dress his person with a graceful simplicity, and lavish
all his gold and embroidery upon his armour, to render him conspicuous
in the day of battle. The plumes in his helmet will look more graceful
in the field, than the feather in his hat at a ball; and jewels
blaze with more propriety on his shield and cuirass in battle, than
glittering on his finger in a dance.

Do not imagine, however, pursued she, that I absolutely condemn
dancing, and think it a diversion wholly unworthy of a hero.

History has recorded some very famous balls, at which the most
illustrious persons in the world have appeared. Cyrus the Great, we are
informed, opened a ball with the divine Mandana at Sardis. The renowned
king of Scythia danced with the princess Cleopatra at Alexandria; the
brave Cleomedon with the fair Candace at Ethiopia. But these diversions
were taken but seldom, and considered indeed as an amusement, not as a
part of the business of life.

How would so many glorious battles have been fought, cities taken,
ladies rescued, and other great and noble adventures been achieved,
if the men, sunk in sloth and effeminacy, had continually followed
the sound of a fiddle, sauntered in public walks, or tattled over a
tea-table?

I vow, cousin, said Miss Glanville, you are infinitely more severe
in your censures than Mr. Tinsel was at the assembly. You had little
reason, methinks, to be angry with him.

All I have said, replied Arabella, was the natural inference from your
own account of the manner in which people live here. When actions are
a censure upon themselves, the reciter will always be considered as a
satirist.

Chapter X.

_In which our heroine justifies her own notions by some very
illustrious examples._

Mr. Selvin and Mr. Tinsel, who had listened attentively to this
discourse of Arabella, took leave as soon as it was ended, and went
away with very different opinions of her;--

Mr. Tinsel declaring she was a fool, and had no knowledge of the world;
and Mr. Selvin convinced she was a wit, and very learned in antiquity.

Certainly, said Mr. Selvin, in support of his opinion, the lady has
great judgment; has been capable of prodigious application, as is
apparent by her extensive reading: then her memory is quite miraculous.
I protest, I am quite charmed with her; I never met with such a woman
in my life.

Her cousin, in my opinion, replied Mr. Tinsel, is infinitely beyond her
in every merit, but beauty. How sprightly and free her conversation!
What a thorough knowledge of the world! So true a taste for polite
amusements, and a fund of spirits that sets vapours and spleen at
defiance!

This speech bringing on a comparison between the ladies, the champions
for each grew so warm in the dispute, that they had like to have
quarrelled. However, by the interposition of some other gentlemen who
were with them, they parted tolerable friends that night, and renewed
their visits to Sir Charles in the morning.

They found only Miss Glanville with her father and brother. Arabella
generally spent the mornings in her own chamber, where reading and the
labours of the toilet employed her time till dinner: though it must be
confessed, to her honour, that the latter engrossed but a very small
part of it.

Miss Glanville, with whom the beau had a long conversation at one of
the windows, in which he recounted his dispute with Mr. Selvin, and the
danger he ran of being pinked in a duel (that was his phrase) for her
sake, at last proposed a walk; to which she consented, and engaged to
prevail upon Arabella to accompany them.

That lady at first positively refused, alleging in excuse, that she was
so extremely interested in the fate of the princess Melisintha, whose
story she was reading, that she could not stir till she had finished it.

That poor princess, continued she, is at present in a most terrible
situation. She has just set fire to the palace, in order to avoid the
embraces of a king who forced her to marry him. I am in pain to know
how she escapes the flames.

Pshaw, interrupted Miss Glanville, let her perish there if she will:
don't let her hinder our walk.

Who is it you doom with so much cruelty to perish? said Arabella,
closing the book, and looking stedfastly on her cousin. Is it the
beautiful Melisintha, that princess, whose fortitude and patience have
justly rendered her the admiration of the whole world? That princess,
descended from a race of heroes, whose heroic virtues all glowed in
her own beauteous breast; that princess, who, when taken captive
with the king her father, bore her imprisonment and chains with a
marvellous constancy; and who, when she had enslaved her conqueror,
and given fetters to the prince who held her father and herself in
bonds, nobly refused the diadem he proffered her, and devoted herself
to destruction, in order to punish the enemy of her house. I am not
able to relate the rest of her history, seeing I have read no farther
myself; but if you will be pleased to sit down and listen to me while I
read what remains, I am persuaded you will find new cause to love and
admire this amiable princess.

Pardon me, madam, said Miss Glanville, I have heard enough; and I could
have been very well satisfied not to have heard so much. I think we
waste a great deal of time talking about people we know nothing of. The
morning will be quite lost, if we don't make haste. Come, added she,
you must go. You have a new lover below, who waits to go with us: he'll
die if I don't bring you.

A new lover! returned Arabella, surprised.

Aye, aye, said Miss Glanville, the learned Mr. Selvin; I assure you, he
had almost quarrelled with Mr. Tinsel last night about your ladyship.

Arabella, at this intelligence, casting down her eyes, discovered many
signs of anger and confusion; and after a silence of some moments,
during which Miss Glanville had been employed in adjusting her dress
at the glass, addressing herself to her cousin with an accent somewhat
less sweet than before--

Had any other than yourself, miss, said she, acquainted me with the
presumption of that unfortunate person, I should haply have discovered
my resentment in other terms: but, as it is, I must inform you, that
I take it extremely ill, you should be accessary to giving me this
offence.

Hey-day! said Miss Glanville, turning about hastily: how have I
offended your ladyship, pray?

I am willing to hope, cousin, replied Arabella, that it was only to
divert yourself with the trouble and confusion in which you see me,
that you have indiscreetly told things which ought to have been buried
in silence.

And what is all this mighty trouble and confusion about then, madam?
said Miss Glanville, smiling. Is it because I told you Mr. Selvin was a
lover of your ladyship?

Certainly, said Arabella: such an information is sufficient to give one
a great deal of perplexity. Is it such a little matter, think you, to
be told that a man has the presumption to love one?

A mere trifle, replied Miss Glanville, laughing; a hundred lovers
are not worth a moment's thought, when one's sure of them, for then
the trouble is all over. And as for this unfortunate person, as your
ladyship called him, let him die at his leisure, while we go to the
parade.

Your levity, cousin, said Arabella, forces me to smile, notwithstanding
the cause I have to be incensed. However, I have charity enough to make
me not desire the death of Mr. Selvin, who may repair the crime he has
been guilty of by repentance and discontinuation.

Well then, said Miss Glanville, you are resolved to go to the parade:
shall I reach you your odd kind of capuchin?

How, said Arabella, can I with any propriety see a man who has
discovered himself to have a passion for me? Will he not construe such
a favour into a permission for him to hope?

Oh, no! interrupted Miss Glanville, he does not imagine I have told
your ladyship he loves you; for indeed he don't know that I am
acquainted with his passion.

Then he is less culpable than I thought him, replied Arabella; and if
you think I am in no danger of hearing a confession of his fault from
his own mouth, I'll comply with your request, and go with you to the
parade. But, added she, I must first engage you to promise not to leave
me alone a moment, lest he should take advantage of such an opportunity
to give some hint of his passion, that would force me to treat him very
rigorously.

Miss Glanville answered, laughing, that she would be sure to mind her
directions. However, said she, your ladyship need not be apprehensive
he will say any fine things to you; for I knew a young lady he
was formerly in love with, and the odious creature visited her a
twelvemonth before he found courage enough to tell her she was handsome.

Doubtless, replied Arabella, he was much to be commended for his
respect. A lover should never have the presumption to declare his
passion to his mistress, unless in certain circumstances, which may
at the same time in part disarm her anger. For instance, he must
struggle with the violence of his passion, till it has cast him into
a fever. His physicians must give him over, pronouncing his distemper
incurable; since the cause of it being in his mind, all their art
is incapable of removing it. Thus he must suffer, rejoicing at the
approach of death, which will free him from all his torments, without
violating the respect he owes to the divine object of his flame. At
length, when he has but a few hours to live, his mistress, with many
signs of compassion, conjures him to tell her the cause of his despair.
The lover, conscious of his crime, evades all her enquiries; but the
lady laying at last a peremptory command upon him to disclose the
secret, he dares not disobey her, and acknowledges his passion with the
utmost contrition for having offended her; bidding her take the small
remainder of his life to expiate his crime; and finishes his discourse
by falling into a swoon.

The lady is touched at his condition, commands him to live, and if
necessary, permits him to hope.

This is the most common way in which such declarations are, and ought
to be, brought about. However, there are others, which are as well
calculated for sparing a lady's confusion, and deprecating her wrath.

The lover, for example, like the prince of the Massagetes, after having
buried his passion in silence for many years, may chance to be walking
with his confidant in a retired place; to whom, with a deluge of tears,
he relates the excess of his passion and despair. And while he is thus
unbosoming his griefs, not in the least suspecting he is overheard, his
princess, who had been listening to him in much trouble and confusion,
by some little rustling she makes, unawares discovers herself.

The surprised lover throws himself at her feet, begs pardon for his
rashness, observes that he had never presumed to discover his passion
to her, and implores her leave to die before her, as a punishment for
his undesigned offence.

The method which the great Artamenes took to let the princess of Media
know he adored her was not less respectful. This valiant prince, who
had long loved her, being to fight a great battle, in which he had some
secret presages he should fall, which however deceived him, wrote a
long letter to the divine Mandana, wherein he discovered his passion,
and the resolution his respect had inspired him with, to consume
in silence, and never presume to disclose his love while he lived;
acquainted her that he had ordered that letter not to be delivered to
her, till it was certainly known that he was dead.

Accordingly he received several wounds in the fight, which brought him
to the ground; and his body not being found, they concluded it was in
the enemy's possession.

His faithful squire, who had received his instructions before the
battle, hastens to the princess, who, with all the court, is mightily
affected at his death.

He presents her the letter, which she makes no scruple to receive,
since the writer is no more. She reads it, and her whole soul is
melted with compassion: she bewails his fate with the most tender and
affectionate marks of grief.

Her confidante asks why she is so much affected, since in all
probability, she would not have pardoned him for loving her, had he
been alive?

She acknowledges the truth of her observation, takes notice that his
death having cancelled his crime, his respectful passion alone employs
her thoughts: she is resolved to bewail, as innocent and worthy of
compassion when dead, him whom living she would treat as a criminal;
and insinuates, that her heart had entertained an affection for him.

Her confidante treasures up this hint, and endeavours to console
her, but in vain, till news is brought, that Artamenes, who had been
carried for dead out of the field, and, by a very surprising adventure
concealed all this time, is returned.

The princess is covered with confusion; and though glad he is alive,
resolves to banish him for his crime.

Her confidante pleads his cause so well, that she consents to see
him; and, since he can no longer conceal his passion, he confirms the
confession in his letter, humbly begging pardon for being still alive.

The princess, who cannot plead ignorance of his passion, nor deny the
sorrow she testified for his death, condescends to pardon him, and he
is also permitted to hope. In like manner the great prince of Persia----

Does your ladyship consider how late it is? interrupted Miss Glanville,
who had hitherto very impatiently listened to her. Don't let us keep
the gentlemen waiting any longer for us.

I must inform you how the prince of Persia declared his love for the
incomparable Berenice, said Arabella.

Another time, dear cousin, said Miss Glanville; methinks we have talked
long enough upon this subject.

I am sorry the time has seemed so tedious to you, said Arabella,
smiling; and therefore I'll trespass no longer upon your patience.
Then ordering Lucy to bring her hat and gloves, she went down stairs,
followed by Miss Glanville, who was greatly disappointed at her not
putting on her veil.

Chapter XI.

_In which our heroine, being mistaken herself, gives occasion for a
great many other mistakes._

As soon as the ladies entered the room, Mr. Selvin, with more gaiety
than usual, advanced towards Arabella, who put on so cold and severe
a countenance at his approach, that the poor man, extremely confused,
drew back, and remained in great perplexity, fearing he had offended
her.

Mr. Tinsel, seeing Mr. Selvin's reception, and awed by the becoming
majesty in her person, notwithstanding all his assurance, accosted her
with less confidence than was his custom; but Arabella softening her
looks with the most engaging smiles, made an apology for detaining
them so long from the parade, gave her hand to the beau, as being not
a suspected person, and permitted him to lead her out; Mr. Glanville,
to whom she always allowed the preference on those occasions, being a
little indisposed, and not able to attend her.

Mr. Tinsel, whose vanity was greatly flattered by the preference
Arabella gave him to his companion, proceeded, according to his usual
custom, to examine her looks and behaviour with more care; conceiving
such a preference must proceed, from a latent motive which was not
unfavourable for him. His discernment on these occasions being very
surprising, he soon discovered in the bright eyes of Arabella a
secret approbation of his person, which he endeavoured to increase by
displaying it with all the address he was master of, and did not fail
to talk her into an opinion of his wit, by ridiculing every body that
passed them, and directing several studied compliments to herself.

Miss Glanville, who was not so agreeably entertained by the grave Mr.
Selvin, saw these advances to a gallantry with her cousin with great
disturbance. She was resolved to interrupt it, if possible; and being
convinced Mr. Selvin preferred Arabella's conversation to hers, she
plotted how to pair them together, and have the beau to herself.

As they walked a few paces behind her cousin and Mr. Tinsel, she was in
no danger of being overheard; and taking occasion to put Mr. Selvin in
mind of Arabella's behaviour to him, when he accosted her, she asked
him if he was conscious of having done any thing to offend her?

I protest, madam, replied Mr. Selvin, I know not of any thing I have
done to displease her. I never failed, to my knowledge, in my respects
towards her ladyship, for whom indeed I have a most profound veneration.

I know so much of her temper, resumed Miss Glanville, as to be certain,
if she has taken it into her head to be angry with you, she will be ten
times more so at your indifference; and if you hope for her favour, you
must ask her pardon with the most earnest submission imaginable.

If I knew I had offended her, replied Mr. Selvin, I would very
willingly ask her pardon; but really, since I have not been guilty of
any fault towards her ladyship, I don't know how to acknowledge it.

Well, said Miss Glanville coldly, I only took the liberty to give you
some friendly advice, which you may follow, or not, as you please.
I know my cousin is angry at something, and I wish you were friends
again, that's all.

I am mightily obliged to you, madam, said Mr. Selvin; and since you
assure me her ladyship is angry, I'll ask her pardon, though, really,
as I said before, I don't know for what.

Well, interrupted Miss Glanville, we'll join them at the end of the
parade; and to give you an opportunity speaking to my cousin, I'll
engage Mr. Tinsel myself.

Mr. Selvin, who thought himself greatly obliged to Miss Glanville for
her good intentions, though in reality she had a view of exposing her
cousin, as well as an inclination to engage Mr. Tinsel, took courage
as they turned, to get on the other side of Arabella, whom he had not
dared before to approach; while Miss Glanville, addressing a whisper
of no great importance to her cousin, parted her from the beau, and
slackening her pace a little, fell into a particular discourse with
him, which Arabella being too polite to interrupt, remained in a very
perplexing situation, dreading every moment that Mr. Selvin would
explain himself; alarmed at his silence, yet resolved to interrupt him
if he began to speak, and afraid of beginning a conversation first lest
he should construe it to his advantage.

Mr. Selvin being naturally timid in the company of ladies, the
circumstance of disgrace which he was in with Arabella, her silence
and reserve, so added to his accustomed diffidence, that though he
endeavoured several times to speak, he was not able to bring out
anything but a preluding hem; which he observed, to his extreme
confusion, seemed always to increase Arabella's constraint.

Indeed, that lady, upon any suspicion that he was going to break his
mysterious silence, always contracted her brow into a frown, cast down
her eyes with an air of perplexity, endeavoured to hide her blushes
with her fan; and to show her inattention, directed her looks to the
contrary side.

The lady and gentleman being in equal confusion, no advances were made
on either side towards a conversation, and they had reached almost the
end of the parade in an uninterrupted silence; when Mr. Selvin, fearing
he should never again have so good an opportunity of making his peace,
collected all his resolution, and with an accent trembling under the
importance of the speech he was going to make, began--

Madam, since I have had the honour of walking with your ladyship, I
have observed so many signs of constraint in your manner, that I hardly
dare entreat you to grant me a moment's hearing, while I----

Sir, interrupted Arabella, before you go any further, I must inform
you, that what you are going to say will mortally offend me. Take heed
then how you commit any indiscretion which will force me to treat you
very rigorously.

If your ladyship will not allow me to speak in my own justification,
said Mr. Selvin, yet I hope you will not refuse to tell me my offence:
since I----

You are very confident, indeed, interrupted Arabella again, to suppose
I will repeat what would be infinitely grievous for me to hear. Against
my will, pursued she, I must give you the satisfaction to know, that
I am not ignorant of your crime: but I also assure you that I am
highly incensed; and that not only with the thoughts you have dared to
entertain of me, but likewise with your presumption in going about to
disclose them.

Mr. Selvin, whom the seeming contradictions in this speech astonished,
yet imagined in general it hinted at the dispute between him and Mr.
Tinsel; and supposing the story had been told to his disadvantage,
which was the cause of her anger, replied in great emotion at the
injustice done him--

Since somebody has been so officious to acquaint your ladyship with an
affair which ought to have been kept from your knowledge; it is a pity
they did not inform you, that Mr. Tinsel was the person that had the
least respect for your ladyship, and is more worthy of your resentment.

If Mr. Tinsel, replied Arabella, is guilty of an offence like yours,
yet since he has concealed it better, he is less culpable than you; and
you have done that for him, which haply he would never have had courage
enough to do for himself as long as he lived.

Poor Selvin, quite confounded at these intricate words, would have
begged her to explain herself, had she not silenced him with a dreadful
frown; and making a stop till Miss Glanville and Mr. Tinsel came up to
them, she told her cousin with a peevish accent, that she had performed
her promise very ill; and whispered her, that she was to blame for all
the mortifications she had suffered.

Mr. Tinsel, supposing the alteration in Arabella's humour proceeded
from being so long deprived of his company; endeavoured to make her
amends by a profusion of compliments; which she received with such an
air of displeasure, that the beau, vexed at the ill success of his
gallantry, told her, he was afraid Mr. Selvin's gravity had infected
her ladyship.

Say rather, replied Arabella, that his indiscretion has offended me.

Mr. Tinsel, charmed with this beginning confidence, which confirmed his
hopes of having made some impression on her heart; conjured her very
earnestly to tell him how Mr. Selvin had offended her.

It is sufficient, resumed she, that I tell you he has offended me,
without declaring the nature of his crime, since doubtless it has not
escaped your observation, which, if I may believe him, is not wholly
disinterested. To confess yet more, it is true that he hath told me
something concerning you, which--

Let me perish, madam, interrupted the beau, if one syllable he has said
be true.

How! said Arabella, a little disconcerted: will you always persist in a
denial then?

Deny it, madam! returned Mr. Tinsel, I'll deny what he has said with
my last breath. It is all a scandalous forgery: no man living is
less likely to think of your ladyship in that manner. If you knew my
thoughts, madam, you would be convinced nothing is more impossible,
and----

Sir, interrupted Arabella, extremely mortified, methinks you are
very eager in your justification. I promise you, I do not think you
guilty of the offence he charged you with; if I did, you would haply
experience my resentment in such a manner as would make you repent of
your presumption.

Arabella, in finishing these words, interrupted Miss Glanville's
discourse with Mr. Selvin, to tell her she desired to return home;
to which that young lady, who had not been at all pleased with the
morning's walk, consented.

Chapter XII.

_In which our heroine reconciles herself to a mortifying incident, by
recollecting an adventure in a romance, similar to her own._

As soon as the ladies were come to their lodgings, Arabella went up to
her own apartment to meditate upon what had passed, and Miss Glanville
retired to dress for dinner; while the two gentlemen, who thought they
had great reason to be dissatisfied with each other, on account of Lady
Bella's behaviour, went to a coffee-house, in order to come to some
explanation about it.

Well, sir, said the beau, with a sarcastic air, I am greatly obliged
to you for the endeavours you have used to ruin me in Lady Bella's
opinion. Rat me, if it is not the greatest misfortune in the world, to
give occasion for envy.

Envy, sir! interrupted Mr. Selvin: I protest I do really admire your
great skill in stratagems, but I do not envy you the possession of
it. You have indeed very wittily contrived to put your own sentiments
of that lady, which you delivered so freely the other night, into my
mouth. It was a master-piece of cunning, indeed; and, as I said before,
I admire your skill prodigiously.

I don't know what you mean, replied Tinsel: you talk in riddles. Did
you not yourself acquaint Lady Bella with the preference I gave Miss
Glanville to her? What would you propose by such a piece of treachery?
You have ruined all my hopes by it: the lady resents it excessively,
and it is no wonder, faith; it must certainly mortify her. Upon my
soul, I can never forgive thee for so _mal à propos_ a discovery.

Forgive me, sir! replied Selvin, in a rage: I don't want your
forgiveness. I have done nothing unbecoming a man of honour. The
lady was so prejudiced by your insinuations, that she would not give
me leave to speak; otherwise I would have fully informed her of her
mistake, that she might have known how much she was obliged to you.

So she would not hear thee? interrupted Tinsel, laughing: dear soul!
how very kind was that! Faith, I don't know how it is, but I am very
lucky, without deserving to be so. Thou art a witness for me, Frank,
I took no great pains to gain this fine creature's heart; but it was
damn'd malicious though, to attempt to make discoveries. I see she is a
little piqued, but I'll set all to rights again with a _billet-doux_.
I've an excellent hand, though I say it, at a _billet-doux_. I never
knew one of mine fail in my life.

Harkee, sir, said Selvin, whispering: any more attempts to shift your
sentiments upon me, and you shall hear of it. In the mean time, be
assured, I'll clear myself, and put the saddle upon the right horse!

Demme, if thou art not a queer fellow, said Tinsel, endeavouring to
hide his discomposure at this threat under a forced laugh.

Selvin, without making any reply, retired to write to Arabella; which
Tinsel suspecting, resolved to be before-hand with him: and without
leaving the coffee-house, called for paper, and wrote a billet to her,
which he dispatched away immediately.

The messenger had just got admittance to Lucy, when another arrived
from Selvin.

They both presented their letters; but Lucy refused them, saying, her
lady would turn her away, if she received such sort of letters.

Such sort of letters! returned Tinsel's man. Why, do you know what they
contain, then?

To be sure I do, replied Lucy; they are love-letters; and my lady has
charged me never to receive any more.

Well, replied Selvin's servant, you may take my letter; for my master
desired me to tell you it was about business of consequence, which your
lady must be acquainted with.

Since you assure me it is not a love-letter, I'll take it, said Lucy.

And pray take mine too, said Tinsel's Mercury; for I assure you, it is
not a love-letter neither; it's only a _billet-doux_.

Are you sure of that? replied Lucy: because I may venture to take it, I
fancy, if it is what you say.

I'll swear it, said the man, delivering it to her. Well, said she,
receiving it, I'll take them both up. But what did you call this?
pursued she. I must not forget it, or else my lady will think it a
love-letter.

A _billet-doux_, said the man.

Lucy, for fear she should forget it, repeated the words _billet-doux_
several times as she went up stairs; but entering her lady's apartment,
she, perceiving the letters in her hand, asked her so sternly how she
durst presume to bring them into her presence, that the poor girl in
her fright forgot the lesson she had been conning; and endeavouring to
recall it into her memory, took no notice of her lady's question, which
she repeated several times, but to no purpose.

Arabella, surprised at her inattention, reiterated her commands in a
tone somewhat louder than usual; asking her at the same time, why she
did not obey her immediately?

Indeed, madam, replied Lucy, your ladyship would not order me to
take back the letters, if you knew what they were. They are not
love-letters: I was resolved to be sure of that before I took them.
This, madam, is a letter about business of consequence; and the
other----Oh dear! I can't think what the man called it! But it is not a
love-letter, indeed, madam.

You are a simple wench, said Arabella, smiling. You may depend upon
it, all letters directed to me must contain matters of love and
gallantry; and those I am not permitted to receive. Take them away then
immediately. But stay, pursued she, seeing she was about to obey her:
one of them, you say, was delivered to you as a letter of consequence.
Perhaps it is so: indeed, it may contain an advertisement of some
design to carry me away. How do I know but Mr. Selvin, incited by his
love and despair, may intend to make such an attempt? Give me that
letter, Lucy, I am resolved to open it. As for the other----yet, who
knows but the other may also bring me warning of the same danger from
another quarter! The pains Mr. Tinsel took to conceal his passion, nay,
almost as I think, to deny it, amounts to a proof that he is meditating
some way to make sure of me. It is certainly so. Give me that letter,
Lucy; I should be accessary to their intended violence, if I neglected
this timely discovery.

Well, cried she, taking one of the letters, this is exactly like what
happened to the beautiful princess of Cappadocia; who, like me, in one
and the same day, received advice that two of her lovers intended to
carry her off.

As she pronounced these words, Miss Glanville entered the room, to whom
Arabella immediately recounted the adventure of the letters; telling
her she did not doubt but that they contained a discovery of some
conspiracy to carry her away.

And whom does your ladyship suspect of such a strange design, pray?
said Miss Glanville, smiling.

At present, replied Arabella, the two cavaliers who walked with us
to-day are the persons who seem the most likely to attempt that
violence.

I dare answer for Mr. Tinsel, replied Miss Glanville: he thinks of no
such thing.

Well, said Arabella, to convince you of your mistake, I must inform
you, that Mr. Selvin, having the presumption to begin a declaration of
love to me on the parade this morning, I reproved him severely for his
want of respect, and threatened him with my displeasure. In the rage
of his jealousy, at seeing me treat Mr. Tinsel well, he discovered to
me that he also was as criminal as himself, in order to oblige me to a
severer usage of him.

So he told you Mr. Tinsel was in love with you? interrupted Miss
Glanville.

He told it me in other words, replied Arabella; for he said Mr. Tinsel
was guilty of that offence which I resented so severely to him.

Miss Glanville, beginning to comprehend the mystery, with great
difficulty forbore laughing at her cousin's mistake; for she well knew
the offence of which Mr. Selvin hinted at, and desirous of knowing what
those letters contained, she begged her to delay opening them no longer.

Arabella, pleased at her solicitude, opened one of the letters;
but glancing her eye to the bottom, and seeing the name of Selvin,
she threw it hastily upon the table, and averting her eyes, What a
mortification have I avoided! said she, that letter is from Selvin;
and, questionless, contains an avowal of his crime.

Nay, you must read it, cried Miss Glanville, taking it up; since you
have opened it, it is the same thing. You can never persuade him but
you have seen it. However, to spare your nicety, I'll read it to you.
Which accordingly she did, and found it as follows:--

"MADAM,

"I know not what insinuations have been made use of to
persuade you I was guilty of the offence which, with
justice, occasioned your resentment this morning; but
I assure you, nothing was ever more false. My thoughts
of your ladyship are very different, and full of the
profoundest respect and veneration. I have reason to
suspect Mr. Tinsel is the person who has thus endeavoured
to prejudice me with your ladyship; therefore I am
excusable if I tell you, that those very sentiments,
too disrespectful to be named, which he would persuade
you are mine, he discovered himself. He then, madam, is
the person guilty of that offence he so falsely lays to
the charge of him, who is, with the utmost respect and
esteem, madam, your ladyship's most obedient, and most
humble servant,

"F. SELVIN."

How's this? cried Miss Glanville. Why, madam, you are certainly
mistaken. You see Mr. Selvin utterly denies the crime of loving you. He
has suffered very innocently in your opinion. Indeed, your ladyship was
too hasty in condemning him.

If what he says be true, replied Arabella, who had been in extreme
confusion while a letter so different from what she expected was
reading, I have indeed unjustly condemned him. Nevertheless, I am still
inclined to believe this is all artifice; and that he is really guilty
of entertaining a passion for me.

But why should he take so much pains to deny it, madam? said Miss
Glanville. Methinks that looks very odd.

Not at all, interrupted Arabella, whose spirits were raised by
recollecting an adventure in a romance similar to this. Mr. Selvin has
fallen upon the very same stratagem with Seramenes; who being in love
with the beautiful Cleobuline, princess of Corinth, took all imaginable
pains to conceal his passion, in order to be near that fair princess;
who would have banished him from her presence, had she known he was in
love with her. Nay, he went so far in his dissimulation, as to pretend
love to one of the ladies of her court; that his passion for the
princess might be the less taken notice of. In these cases therefore,
the more resolutely a man denies his passion, the more pure and violent
it is.

Then Mr. Selvin's passion is certainly very violent, replied Miss
Glanville, for he denies it very resolutely; and I believe none but
your ladyship would have discovered his artifice. But shall we not open
the other letter? I have a strong notion it comes from Tinsel.

For that very reason I would not be acquainted with the contents,
replied Arabella. You see Mr. Selvin accuses him of being guilty
of that offence which he denies. I shall doubtless meet with a
confirmation of his love in that letter. Do not, I beseech you, added
she, seeing her cousin preparing to open the letter, expose me to the
pain of hearing a presumptuous declaration of love. Nay, pursued she,
rising in great emotion, if you are resolved to persecute me by reading
it, I'll endeavour to get out of the hearing of it.

You shan't, I declare, said Miss Glanville, laughing and holding her:
I'll oblige you to hear it.

I vow, cousin, said Arabella smiling, you use me just as the princess
Cleopatra did the fair and wise Antonia. However, if by this you mean
to do any kindness to the unfortunate person who wrote that billet,
you are greatly mistaken; since, if you oblige me to listen to a
declaration of his crime, you will lay me under a necessity to banish
him. A sentence he would have avoided, while I remained ignorant of it.

To this Miss Glanville made no other reply than by opening the billet,
the contents of which may be found in the following chapter.

Chapter XIII.

_In which our heroine's extravagance will be thought, perhaps, to be
carried to an extravagant length._

"MADAM,

"I had the honour to assure you this morning on the
parade, that the insinuations Mr. Selvin made use of to
rob me of the superlative happiness of your esteem were
entirely false and groundless. May the beams of your
bright eyes never shine on me more, if there is any truth
in what he said to prejudice me with your ladyship! If I
am permitted to attend you to the rooms this evening, I
hope to convince you, that it was absolutely impossible I
could have been capable of such a crime; who am, with the
most profound respect, your ladyship's most devoted, &c.

"D. TINSEL."

Well, madam, said Miss Glanville when she had read this epistle, I
fancy you need not pronounce a sentence of banishment upon poor Mr.
Tinsel; he seems to be quite innocent of the offence your ladyship
suspects him of.

Why, really, returned Arabella, blushing with extreme confusion at this
second disappointment, I am greatly perplexed to know how I ought to
act on this occasion. I am much in the same situation with the princess
Serena. For, you must know, this princess--Here Lucy entering, informed
the ladies dinner was served--I shall defer till another opportunity,
said Arabella, upon this interruption, the relation of the princess
Serena's adventures; which you will find, added she, in a low voice,
bear a very great resemblance to mine.

Miss Glanville replied, she would hear it whenever she pleased; and
then followed Arabella to the dining-room.

The cloth was scarce removed, when Mr. Selvin came in. Arabella blushed
at his appearance, and discovered so much perplexity in her behaviour,
that Mr. Selvin was apprehensive he had not yet sufficiently justified
himself; and therefore took the first opportunity to approach her.

I shall think myself very unhappy, madam, said he bowing, if the letter
I did myself the honour to write to you this morning----

Sir, interrupted Arabella, I perceive you are going to forget the
contents of that letter, and preparing again to offend me by a
presumptuous declaration of love.

Who, I, madam! replied he, in great astonishment and confusion. I-I-I
protest--though I--have a very great respect for your ladyship,
yet--yet I never presumed to--to--to--

You have presumed too much, replied Arabella; and I should forget what
I owed to my own glory, if I furnished you with any more occasions of
offending me.--Know then, I absolutely forbid you to appear before me
again, at least till I am convinced you have changed your sentiments.

Saying this, she rose from her seat, and making a sign to him not to
follow her, which indeed he had no intention to do, she quitted the
room, highly satisfied with her own conduct upon this occasion, which
was exactly conformable to the laws of romance.

Mr. Tinsel, who had just alighted from his chair, having a glimpse of
her, as she passed to her own apartment, resolved, if possible, to
procure a private interview; for he did not doubt but his billet had
done wonders in his favour.

For that purpose he ventured up to her antechamber, where he found Lucy
in waiting, whom he desired to acquaint her lady, that he entreated a
moment's speech with her.

Lucy, after hesitating a moment, and looking earnestly at him, replied,
Sir, if you'll promise me faithfully, you are not in love with my lady,
I'll go and deliver your message.

Deuce take me, said Tinsel, if that is not a very whimsical condition
truly----Pray, my dear, how came it into thy little brain, to suspect I
was in love with thy lady? But, suppose I should be in love with her,
what then?

Why then, it is likely you would die, that's all, said Lucy, without my
lady would be so kind to command you to live.

I vow thou hast mighty pretty notions, child, said Tinsel, smiling.
Hast thou been reading any play-book lately? But pray, dost think thy
lady would have compassion on me, if I was in love with her? Come, I
know thou art in her confidence: hast thou ever heard her talk of me?
Does she not tell thee all her secrets?

Here Arabella's bell ringing, the beau slipped half a guinea into her
hand, which Lucy not willing to refuse, went immediately to her lady;
to whom, with a trembling accent, she repeated Mr. Tinsel's request.

Imprudent girl! cried Arabella, for I am loth to suspect thee of
disloyalty to thy mistress, dost thou know the nature and extent of the
request thou hast delivered? Art thou ignorant that the presumptuous
man whom thou solicitest this favour for, has mortally offended me?

Indeed, madam, said Lucy, frightened out of her wits, I don't solicit
for him: I scorn to do any such thing. I would not offend your
ladyship for the world; for, before I would deliver his message to
your ladyship, I made him assure me, that he was not in love with your
ladyship.

That was very wisely done indeed, replied Arabella, smiling: and do you
believe he spoke the truth?

Yes, indeed, I am sure of it, said Lucy, eagerly. If your ladyship
will but be pleased to see him, he is only in the next room; I dare
promise----

How! interrupted Arabella. What have you done? Have you brought him
into my apartment, then? I protest this adventure is exactly like what
befell the beautiful Statira, when, by a stratagem of the same kind
Oroondates was introduced into her presence. Lucy, thou art another
Barsina, I think; but I hope thy intentions are not less innocent than
hers were.

Indeed, madam, replied Lucy, almost weeping, I am very innocent. I am
no Barsina, as your ladyship calls me.

I dare answer for thee, said Arabella, smiling at the turn she gave to
her words, thou art no Barsina; and I should wrong thee very much to
compare thee with that wise princess; for thou art certainly one of
the most simple wenches in the world. But since thou hast gone so far,
let me know what the unfortunate person desires of me; for, since I am
neither more rigid nor pretend to more virtue than Statira, I may do at
least as much for him as that great queen did for Oroondates.

He desires, madam, said Lucy, that your ladyship would be pleased to
let him speak with you.

Or, in his words, I suppose, replied Arabella, he humbly implored a
moment's audience.

I told your ladyship his very words, indeed, madam, said Lucy.

I tell thee, girl, thou art mistaken, said Arabella: it is impossible
he should sue for such a favour in terms like those: therefore, go
back, and let him know that I consent to grant him a short audience
upon these conditions.

First, provided he does not abuse my indulgence by offending me with
any protestations of his passion.

Secondly, that he engages to fulfil the injunctions I shall lay upon
him, however cruel and terrible they may appear.

Lastly, that his despair must not prompt him to any act of desperation
against himself.

Lucy, having received this message, quitted the room hastily, for fear
she should forget it.

Well, my pretty ambassadress, said Tinsel, when he saw her enter the
antechamber, will your lady see me?

No, sir, replied Lucy.

No! interrupted Tinsel, that's kind, faith, after waiting so long.

Pray, sir, said Lucy, don't put me out so: I shall forget what my lady
ordered me to tell you.

Oh! I ask your pardon, child, said Tinsel. Come, let me hear your
message.

Sir, said Lucy, adopting the solemnity of her lady's accent--my lady
bade me say, that she will grant----No, that she consents to grant you
a short dience.

Audience you would say, child, said Tinsel: but how came you to tell me
before she would not see me?----

I vow and protest, sir, said Lucy, you have put all my lady's words
clean out of my head--I don't know what comes next----

Oh, no matter, said Tinsel, you have told me enough: I'll wait upon her
directly.

Lucy, who saw him making towards the door, pressed between it and him;
and having all her lady's whims in her head, supposed he was going to
carry her away.--Possessed with this thought, she screamed out, Help!
help! for Heaven's sake! My lady will be carried away!

Arabella hearing this exclamation of her woman's, echoed her screams,
though with a voice infinitely more delicate; and seeing Tinsel, who,
confounded to the last degree at the cries of both the lady and her
woman, had got into her chamber he knew not how, she gave herself over
for lost, and fell back in her chair in a swoon, or something she took
for a swoon, for she was persuaded it could happen no otherwise; since
all ladies in the same circumstances are terrified into a fainting
fit, and seldom recover till they are conveniently carried away; and
when they awake, find themselves many miles off in the power of their
ravisher.

Arabella's other women, alarmed by her cries, came running into the
room; and seeing Mr. Tinsel there, and their lady in a swoon, concluded
some very extraordinary accident had happened.

What is your business here? cried they all at a time. Is it you that
has frighted her ladyship?

Devil take me, said Tinsel, amazed, if I can tell what all this means.

By this time Sir Charles, Mr. Glanville, and his sister, came running
astonished up stairs. Arabella still continued motionless in her chair,
her eyes closed, and her head reclined upon Lucy, who, with her other
women, was endeavouring to recover her.

Mr. Glanville eagerly ran to her assistance, while Sir Charles and his
daughter as eagerly interrogated Mr. Tinsel, who stood motionless with
surprise, concerning the cause of her disorder.

Arabella, then first discovering some signs of life, half opened her
eyes.

Inhuman wretch! cried she, with a faint voice, supposing herself in the
hands of her ravisher, think not thy cruel violence shall procure thee
what thy submissions could not obtain; and if when thou hadst only my
indifference to surmount, thou didst find it so difficult to overcome
my resolution, now that, by this unjust attempt, thou hast added
aversion to that indifference, never hope for any thing but the most
bitter reproaches from me.--

Why, niece, said Sir Charles, approaching her, what is the matter? Look
up, I beseech you, nobody is attempting to do you any hurt: here's none
but friends about you.

Arabella, raising her head at the sound of her uncle's voice, and
casting a confused look on the persons about her--

May I believe my senses? Am I rescued, and in my own chamber? To whose
valour is my deliverance owing? Without doubt, it is to my cousin's;
but where is he? Let me assure him of my gratitude.

Mr. Glanville, who had retired to a window in great confusion, as soon
as he heard her call for him, came towards her, and in a whisper begged
her to be composed; that she was in no danger.

And pray, niece, said Sir Charles, now you are a little recovered, be
so good to inform us of the cause of your fright. What has happened to
occasion all this confusion?

How, sir! said Arabella, don't you know, then, what has
happened?--Pray, how was I brought again into my chamber, and by what
means was I rescued?

I protest, said Sir Charles, I don't know that you have been out of it.

Alas! replied Arabella, I perceive you are quite ignorant of what has
befallen me; nor am I able to give you any information. All I can tell
you is, that alarmed by my woman's cries, and the sight of my ravisher,
who came into my chamber, I fainted away, and so facilitated his
enterprise; since doubtless it was very easy for him to carry me away
while I remained in that senseless condition. How I was rescued, or by
whom, one of my women can haply inform you; since it is probable one
of them was also forced away with me----Oh, Heavens! cried she, seeing
Tinsel, who all this while stood gazing like one distracted; what makes
that impious man appear in my presence! What am I to think of this? Am
I really delivered, or no?

What can this mean? cried Sir Charles, turning to Tinsel. Have you,
sir, had any hand in frighting my niece?

I, sir! said Tinsel: let me perish, if ever I was so confounded in my
life: the lady's brain is disordered, I believe.

Mr. Glanville, who was convinced all this confusion was caused by some
of Arabella's usual whims, dreaded lest an explanation would the more
expose her; and therefore told his father that it would be best to
retire, and leave his cousin to the care of his sister and her women;
adding, that she was not yet quite recovered, and their presence did
but discompose her.

Then addressing himself to Tinsel, he told him he would wait upon him
down stairs.

Arabella seeing them going away together, and supposing they intended
to dispute the possession of her with their swords, called out to them
to stay.

Mr. Glanville, however, without minding her, pressed Mr. Tinsel to walk
down.

Nay, pray, sir, said the beau, let us go in again; she may grow
outrageous, if we disoblige her.

Outrageous, sir! said Glanville: do you suppose my cousin is mad?

Upon my soul, sir, replied Tinsel, if she is not mad, she is certainly
a little out of her senses, or so----

Arabella having reiterated her commands for her lovers to return, and
finding they did not obey her, ran to her chamber-door, where they were
holding a surly sort of conference, especially on Glanville's side, who
was horridly out of humour.

I perceive by your looks, said Arabella to her cousin, the design you
are meditating; but know that I absolutely forbid you, by all the power
I have over you, not to engage in combat with my ravisher here.

Madam, interrupted Glanville, I beseech you, do not----

I know, said she, you will object to me the examples of Artamenes,
Aronces, and many others, who were so generous as to promise their
rivals not to refuse them that satisfaction whenever they demanded
it--but consider, you have not the same obligations to Mr. Tinsel that
Artamenes had to the king of Assyria, or that Aronces had to----

For God's sake, cousin, said Glanville, what's all this to the purpose?
Curse on Aronces and the king of Assyria, I say----

The astonishment of Arabella at this intemperate speech of her cousin,
kept her for a moment immoveable; when Sir Charles, who during this
discourse, had been collecting all the information he could from Lucy,
concerning this perplexed affair, came towards Tinsel, and, giving him
an angry look, told him, he should take it well if he forbore visiting
any of his family for the future.

Oh! your most obedient servant, sir, said Tinsel. You expect, I
suppose, I should be excessively chagrined at this prohibition? But
upon my soul, I am greatly obliged to you. Agad! I have no great mind
to a halter: and since this lady is so apt to think people have a
design to ravish her, the wisest thing a man can do is to keep out of
her way.

Sir, replied Glanville, who had followed him to the door, I
believe there has been some little mistake in what has happened
to-day--However, I expect you'll take no unbecoming liberties with the
character of Lady Bella--

Oh! sir, said Tinsel, I give you my honour I shall always speak of the
lady with the most profound veneration. She is a most accomplished,
incomprehensible lady: and the devil take me, if I think there is her
fellow in the world----And so, sir, I am your most obedient----

A word with you before you go, said Glanville, stopping him. No more of
these sneers, as you value that smooth face of yours, or I'll despoil
it of a nose.

Oh! your humble servant, said the beau, retiring in great confusion,
with something betwixt a smile and a grin upon his countenance, which
he took care however Mr. Glanville should not see; who, as soon as he
quitted him, went again to Arabella's apartment, in order to prevail
upon his father and sister to leave her a little to herself: for he
dreaded lest some more instances of her extravagance would put it into
his father's head that she was really out of her senses.

Well, sir, said Arabella upon his entrance, you have, I suppose,
given your rival his liberty. I assure you this generosity is highly
agreeable to me--And herein you imitate the noble Artamenes, who upon
a like occasion, acted as you have done. For when Fortune had put the
ravisher of Mandana in his power, and he became the vanquisher of his
rival, who endeavoured by violence to possess that divine princess;
this truly generous hero relinquished the right he had of disposing
of his prisoner, and instead of sacrificing his life to his just and
reasonable vengeance, he gave a proof of his admirable virtue and
clemency by dismissing him in safety, as you have done. However, added
she, I hope you have made him swear upon your sword, that he will never
make a second attempt upon my liberty. I perceive, pursued she, seeing
Mr. Glanville continued silent, with his eyes bent on the ground, for
indeed he was ashamed to look up; that you would willingly avoid the
praise due to the heroic action you have just performed--nay, I suppose
you are resolved to keep it secret, if possible; yet I must tell you,
that you will not escape the glory due to it. Glory is as necessarily
the result of a virtuous action, as light is an effect of the sun which
causeth it, and has no dependence on any other cause; since a virtuous
action continues still the same, though it be done without testimony;
and glory, which is, as one may say, born with it, constantly attends
it, though the action be not known.

I protest, niece, said Sir Charles, that's very prettily said.

In my opinion, sir, pursued Arabella, if any thing can weaken the glory
of a good action, it is the care a person takes to make it known; as
if one did not do good for the sake of good, but for the praise that
generally follows it. Those then that are governed by so interested a
motive, ought to be considered as sordid rather than generous persons;
who making a kind of traffic between virtue and glory, barter just so
much of the one for the other, and expect, like other merchants, to
make advantage by the exchange.

Mr. Glanville, who was charmed into an ecstasy at this sensible speech
of Arabella's, forgot in an instant all her absurdities. He did not
fail to express his admiration of her understanding, in terms that
brought a blush into her fair face, and obliged her to lay her commands
upon him to cease his excessive commendations. Then making a sign to
them to leave her alone, Mr. Glanville, who understood her, took his
father and sister down stairs, leaving Arabella with her faithful Lucy,
whom she immediately commanded to give her a relation of what had
happened to her from the time of her swooning till she recovered.

Chapter XIV.

_A dialogue between Arabella and Lucy, in which the latter seems to
have the advantage._

Why, madam, said Lucy, all I can tell your ladyship is, that we were
all excessively frightened, to be sure, when you fainted, especially
myself; and that we did what we could to recover you--And so
accordingly your ladyship did recover.

What's this to the purpose? said Arabella, perceiving she stopped here.
I know that I fainted, and it is also very plain that I recovered
again--I ask you what happened to me in the intermediate time between
my fainting and recovery. Give me a faithful relation of all the
accidents to which by my fainting I am quite a stranger; and which, no
doubt, are very considerable----

Indeed, madam, replied Lucy, I have given your ladyship a faithful
relation of all I can remember.

When? resumed Arabella, surprised.

This moment, madam, said Lucy.

Why, sure thou dreamest, wench! replied she. Hast thou told me how I
was seized and carried off? How I was rescued again? And--

No, indeed, madam, interrupted Lucy, I don't dream; I never told your
ladyship that you was carried off.

Well, said Arabella, and why dost thou not satisfy my curiosity? Is it
not fit I should be acquainted with such a momentous part of my history?

I can't, indeed, and please your ladyship, said Lucy.

What canst thou not? said Arabella, enraged at her stupidity.

Why, madam, said Lucy, sobbing, I can't make a history of nothing!

Of nothing, wench! resumed Arabella, in a greater rage than before.
Dost thou call an adventure to which thou wast a witness, and borest
haply so great a share in, nothing?--An adventure which hereafter will
make a considerable figure in the relation of my life, dost thou look
upon as trifling and of no consequence?

No, indeed I don't, madam, said Lucy.

Why then, pursued Arabella, dost thou wilfully neglect to relate it?
Suppose, as there is nothing more likely, thou wert commanded by some
persons of considerable quality, or haply some great princes and
princesses, to recount the adventures of my life, wouldest thou omit a
circumstance of so much moment?

No indeed, madam, said Lucy.

I am glad to hear thou art so discreet, said Arabella; and pray do me
the favour to relate this adventure to me, as thou wouldest do to those
princes and princesses, if thou wert commanded.

Here Arabella, making a full stop, fixed her eyes upon her woman,
expecting every moment she would begin the desired narrative--But
finding she continued silent longer than she thought was necessary for
recalling the several circumstances of the story into her mind--

I find, said she, it will be necessary to caution you against making
your audience wait too long for your relation. It looks as if you was
to make a studied speech, not a simple relation of facts, which ought
to be free from all affectation of labour and art; and be told with
that graceful negligence which is so becoming to truth.

This I thought proper to tell you, added she, that you may not
fall into that mistake when you are called upon to relate my
adventures----Well, now if you please to begin----

What, pray madam? said Lucy.

What? repeated Arabella: why, the adventures which happened to me so
lately. Relate to me every circumstance of my being carried away, and
how my deliverance was effected by my cousin.

Indeed, madam, said Lucy, I know nothing about your ladyship's being
carried away.

Be gone, cried Arabella, losing all patience at her obstinacy: get
out of my presence this moment. Wretch, unworthy of my confidence
and favour, thy treason is too manifest: thou art bribed by that
presumptuous man to conceal all the circumstances of his attempt from
my knowledge, to the end that I may not have a full conviction of his
guilt.

Lucy, who never saw her lady so much offended before, and knew not the
occasion of it, burst into tears; which so affected the tender heart
of Arabella, that losing insensibly all her anger, she told her with
a voice softened to a tone of the utmost sweetness and condescension,
that provided she would confess how far she had been prevailed upon by
his rich presents to forget her duty, she would pardon and receive her
again into favour--

Speak, added she, and be not afraid, after this promise, to let me know
what Mr. Tinsel required of thee, and what were the gifts with which he
purchased thy services. Doubtless, he presented thee with jewels of a
considerable value----

Since your ladyship, said Lucy, sobbing, has promised not to be angry,
I don't care if I do tell your ladyship what he gave me. He gave me
this half guinea, madam, indeed he did; but for all that, when he would
come into your chamber, I struggled with him, and cried out, for fear
he should carry your ladyship away----

Arabella, lost in astonishment and shame at hearing of so
inconsiderable a present made to her woman, the like of which not one
of her romances could furnish her, ordered her immediately to withdraw,
not being willing she should observe the confusion this strange bribe
had given her.

After she had been gone some time, she endeavoured to compose her
looks, and went down to the dining-room, where Sir Charles and his son
and daughter had been engaged in a conversation concerning her, the
particulars of which may be found in the first chapter of the next book.

BOOK VIII.

Chapter I.

_Contains the conversation referred to in the last chapter of the
preceding book._

Miss Glanville, who with a malicious pleasure had secretly triumphed
in the extravagancies her beautiful cousin had been guilty of, was now
sensibly disappointed to find they had had so little effect on her
father and brother; for instead of reflecting upon the absurdities
to which they had been a witness, Mr. Glanville artfully pursued the
subject Arabella had just before been expatiating upon, taking notice
frequently of some observations of hers, and by a well contrived
repetition of her words, obliged his father a second time to declare
that his niece had spoken extremely well.

Mr. Glanville taking the word, launched out into such praises of her
wit, that Miss Glanville, no longer able to listen patiently, replied--

It was true Lady Bella sometimes said very sensible things; that it was
a great pity she was not always in a reasonable way of thinking, or
that her intervals were not longer--

Her intervals, miss! said Glanville, pray what do you mean by that
expression?--

Why, pray, said Miss Glanville, don't you think my cousin is sometimes
a little wrong in the head?

Mr. Glanville at these words starting from his chair, took a turn
across the room in great discomposure: then stopping all of a sudden,
and giving his sister a furious look----Charlotte, said he, don't
give me cause to think you are envious of your cousin's superior
excellencies----

Envious! repeated Miss Glanville, I envious of my cousin--I vow I
should never have thought of that--Indeed, brother, you are much
mistaken; my cousin's superior excellencies never gave me a moment's
disturbance--Though I must confess her unaccountable whims have often
excited my pity--

No more of this, Charlotte, interrupted Mr. Glanville, as you value my
friendship--no more of it----

Why, really, son, said Sir Charles, my niece has very strange whimsies
sometimes. How it came into her head to think Mr. Tinsel would attempt
to carry her away, I can't imagine. For after all, he only pressed
rather too rudely into her chamber, for which, as you see, I have
forbidden his visits.

That was of a piece, said Miss Glanville sneeringly to her brother,
with her asking you if you had made Mr. Tinsel swear upon your sword,
that he would never again attempt to carry her away; and applauding you
for having given him his liberty, as the generous Atermens did on the
same occasion.

I would advise you, Charlotte, said Mr. Glanville, not to aim at
repeating your cousin's words, till you know how to pronounce them
properly.

Oh! that's one of her superior excellencies, said Miss Glanville.

Indeed, miss, said Glanville very provokingly, she is superior to you
in many things; and as much so in the goodness of her heart, as in the
beauty of her person----

Come, come, Charles, said the baronet, who observed his daughter sat
swelling and biting her lip at this reproach, personal reflections are
better avoided. Your sister is very well, and not to be disparaged;
though, to be sure, Lady Bella is the finest woman I ever saw in my
life.

Miss Glanville was, if possible, more disgusted at her father's
palliation than her brother's reproaches; and, in order to give a loose
to her passion, accused Mr. Glanville of a decrease in his affection
for her, since he had been in love with her cousin; and having found
this excuse for her tears, very freely gave vent to them.

Mr. Glanville being softened by this sight, sacrificed a few
compliments to her vanity, which soon restored her to her usual
tranquillity; then, turning the discourse on his beloved Arabella,
pronounced a panegyric on her virtues and accomplishments of an hour
long; which, if it did not absolutely persuade his sister to change her
opinion, it certainly convinced his father that his niece was not only
perfectly well in her understanding, but even better than most others
of her sex.

Mr. Glanville had just finished her eulogium when Arabella appeared.
Joy danced in his eyes at her approach; he gazed upon her with a kind
of conscious triumph in his looks; her consummate loveliness justifying
his passion, and being in his opinion more than an excuse for all her
extravagancies.

Chapter II.

_In which our heroine, as we presume, shows herself in two very
different lights._

Arabella, who at her entrance had perceived some traces of uneasiness
upon Miss Glanville's countenance, tenderly asked her the cause; to
which that young lady answering in a cold and reserved manner, Mr.
Glanville, to divert her reflections on it, very freely accused himself
of having given his sister some offence. To be sure, brother, said Miss
Glanville, you are very vehement in your temper, and are as violently
carried away about things of little importance as of the greatest; and
then, whatever you have a fancy for, you love so obstinately.

I am obliged to you, miss, interrupted Mr. Glanville, for endeavouring
to give Lady Bella so unfavourable an opinion of me----

I assure you, said Arabella, Miss Glanville has said nothing to your
disadvantage: for, in my opinion, the temperament of great minds ought
to be such as she represents yours to be. For there is nothing at so
great a distance from true and heroic virtue, as that indifference
which obliges some people to be pleased with all things or nothing:
whence it comes to pass, that they neither entertain great desires
of glory, nor fear of infamy; that they neither love nor hate; that
they are wholly influenced by custom, and are sensible only of the
afflictions of the body, their minds being in a manner insensible----

To say the truth, I am inclined to conceive a greater hope of a man,
who in the beginning of his life is hurried away by some evil habit,
than one that fastens on nothing. The mind that cannot be brought to
detest vice, will never be persuaded to love virtue; but one who is
capable of loving or hating irreconcileably, by having, when young,
his passions directed to proper objects, will remain fixed in his
choice of what is good. But with him who is incapable of any violent
attraction, and whose heart is chilled by a general indifference,
precept or example will have no force--And philosophy itself, which
boasts it hath remedies for all indispositions of the soul, never had
any that can cure an indifferent mind--Nay, added she, I am persuaded
that indifference is generally the inseparable companion of a weak and
imperfect judgment. For it is so natural to a person to be carried
towards that which he believes to be good, that if indifferent people
were able to judge of things, they would fasten on something. But
certain it is, that this lukewarmness of soul, which sends forth but
feeble desires, sends also but feeble lights; so that those who are
guilty of it, not knowing any thing clearly, cannot fasten on any thing
with perseverance.

Mr. Glanville, when Arabella had finished this speech, cast a
triumphing glance at his sister, who had affected great inattention all
the while she had been speaking. Sir Charles, in his way, expressed
much admiration of her wit; telling her, if she had been a man, she
would have made a great figure in parliament, and that her speeches
might have come perhaps to be printed in time.

This compliment, odd as it was, gave great joy to Glanville; when the
conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Selvin, who had
slipped away unobserved at the time that Arabella's indisposition had
alarmed them, and now came to enquire after her health; and also, if an
opportunity offered, to set her right with regard to the suspicions she
had entertained of his designing to pay his addresses to her.

Arabella, as soon as he had sent in his name, appeared to be in great
disturbance; and upon his entrance, offered immediately to withdraw,
telling Mr. Glanville, who would have detained her, that she found no
place was likely to secure her from the persecutions of that gentleman.

Glanville stared, and looked strangely perplexed at this speech; Miss
Glanville smiled, and poor Selvin, with a very silly look, hemm'd two
or three times, and then with a faltering accent said, Madam, I am very
much concerned to find your ladyship resolved to persist in----

Sir, interrupted Arabella, my resolutions are unalterable. I told you
so before, and am surprised, after the knowledge of my intentions, you
presume to appear in my presence again, from whence I had so positively
banished you.

Pray, niece, said Sir Charles, what has Mr. Selvin done to disoblige
you?

Sir, replied Arabella, Mr. Selvin's offence can admit of no other
reparation than that which I required of him, which was a voluntary
banishment from my presence; and in this, pursued she, I am guilty
of no more severity to you, than the princess Udosia was to the
unfortunate Thrasimedes. For the passion of this prince having come
to her knowledge, notwithstanding the pains he took to conceal it,
this fair and wise princess thought it not enough to forbid his
speaking to her, but also banished him from her presence; laying a
peremptory command upon him, never to appear before her again till
he was perfectly cured of that unhappy love he had entertained for
her--Imitate therefore the meritorious obedience of this poor prince:
and if that passion you profess for me----

How, sir! interrupted Sir Charles: do you make love to my niece then?--

Sir, replied Mr. Selvin, who was strangely confounded at Arabella's
speech, though I really admire the perfections this lady is possessed
of, yet I assure you, upon my honour, I never had a thought of making
any addresses to her; and I can't imagine why her ladyship persists in
accusing me of such presumption.

So formal a denial, after what Arabella had said, extremely perplexed
Sir Charles, and filled Mr. Glanville with inconceivable shame--

Miss Glanville enjoyed their disturbance, and, full of an ill-natured
triumph, endeavoured to look Arabella into confusion; but that lady not
being at all discomposed by this declaration of Mr. Selvin's, having
accounted for it already, replied with great calmness--

Sir, it is easy to see through the artifice of your disclaiming any
passion for me--Upon any other occasion, questionless, you would
rather sacrifice your life, than consent to disavow these sentiments,
which unhappily for your peace, you have entertained. At present the
desire of continuing near me obliges you to lay this constraint upon
yourself. However, you know Thrasimedes fell upon the same stratagem to
no purpose. The rigid Udosia saw through the disguise, and would not
dispense with herself from banishing him from Rome, as I do you from
England----

How, madam! interrupted Selvin, amazed--

Yes, sir, replied Arabella hastily: nothing less can satisfy what I owe
to the consideration of my own glory.

Upon my word, madam, said Selvin, half angry, and yet strongly inclined
to laugh, I don't see the necessity of my quitting my native country,
to satisfy what you owe to the consideration of your own glory. Pray,
how does my staying in England affect your ladyship's glory?

To answer your question with another, said Arabella, pray how did the
stay of Thrasimedes in Rome, affect the glory of the empress Udosia?

Mr. Selvin was struck dumb with this speech, for he was not willing
to be thought so deficient in the knowledge of history, as not to be
acquainted with the reasons why Thrasimedes should not stay in Rome.

His silence therefore seeming to Arabella to be a tacit confession
of the justice of her commands, a sentiment of compassion for this
unfortunate lover intruded itself into her mind; and turning her bright
eyes, full of a soft complacency, upon Selvin, who stared at her as if
he had lost his wits--

I will not, said she, wrong the sublimity of your passion for me so
much as to doubt your being ready to sacrifice the repose of your own
life to the satisfaction of mine: nor will I do so much injustice to
your generosity, as to suppose the glory of obeying my commands, will
not in some measure soften the rigour of your destiny--I know not
whether it may be lawful for me to tell you, that your misfortune does
really cause me some affliction; but I am willing to give you this
consolation, and also to assure you, that to whatever part of the world
your despair will carry you, the good wishes and compassion of Arabella
shall follow you----

Having said this, with one of her fair hands she covered her face, to
hide the blushes which so compassionate a speech had caused--holding
the other extended with a careless air, supposing he would kneel
to kiss it, and bathe it with his tears, as was the custom on such
melancholy occasions, her head at the same time turned another way, as
if reluctantly and with confusion she granted this favour.--But after
standing a moment in this posture, and finding her hand untouched,
she concluded grief had deprived him of his senses, and that he would
shortly fall into a swoon as Thrasimedes did: and to prevent being a
witness of so doleful a sight, she hurried out of the room, without
once turning about; and having reached her own apartment, sunk into a
chair, not a little affected with the deplorable condition in which she
had left her supposed miserable lover.

Chapter III.

_The contrast continued._

The company she had left behind her being all, except Mr. Glanville, to
the last degree surprised at her strange words and actions, continued
mute for several minutes after she was gone, staring upon one another,
as if each wished to know the other's opinion of such an unaccountable
behaviour. At last Miss Glanville, who observed her brother's back was
towards her, told Mr. Selvin in a low voice, that she hoped he would
call and take his leave of them before he set out for the place where
his despair would carry him.

Mr. Selvin, in spite of his natural gravity, could not forbear laughing
at this speech of Miss Glanville's, which shocked her brother; and
not being able to stay where Arabella was ridiculed, nor entitled to
resent it, which would have been a manifest injustice on that occasion,
he retired to his own apartment, to give vent to that spleen which in
those moments made him out of humour with all the world.

Sir Charles, when he was gone, indulged himself in a little mirth on
his niece's extravagance, protesting he did not know what to do with
her. Upon which Miss Glanville observed, that it was a pity there were
not such things as Protestant nunneries; giving it as her opinion,
that her cousin ought to be confined in one of those places, and never
suffered to see any company, by which means she would avoid exposing
herself in the manner she did now.

Mr. Selvin, who possibly thought this a reasonable scheme of Miss
Glanville's, seemed by his silence to assent to her opinion; but Sir
Charles was greatly displeased with his daughter for expressing herself
so freely; alleging that Arabella, when she was out of those whims,
was a very sensible young lady, and sometimes talked as learnedly as a
divine. To which Mr. Selvin also added, that she had a great knowledge
of history, and had a most surprising memory; and after some more
discourse to the same purpose, he took his leave, earnestly entreating
Sir Charles to believe that he never entertained any design of making
his addresses to Lady Bella.

In the mean time, that lady, after having given near half an hour to
those reflections which occur to heroines in the same situation with
herself, called for Lucy, and ordered her to go to the dining-room, and
see in what condition Mr. Selvin was, telling her she had certainly
left him in a swoon, as also the occasion of it; and bade her give him
all the consolation in her power.

Lucy, with tears in her eyes at this recital, went down as she was
ordered, and entering the room without any ceremony, her thoughts being
wholly fixed on the melancholy circumstance her lady had been telling
her; she looked eagerly round the room without speaking a word, till
Sir Charles and Miss Glanville, who thought she had been sent with some
message from Arabella, asked her both at the same instant, what she
wanted.

I came, sir, said Lucy, repeating her lady's words, to see in what
condition Mr. Selvin is in, and to give him all the solation in my
power.

Sir Charles, laughing heartily at this speech, asked her what she could
do for Mr. Selvin? To which she replied, she did not know; but her lady
had told her to give him all the solation in her power.

Consolation thou wouldst say, I suppose, said Sir Charles.

Yes, Sir, said Lucy, curtseying. Well, child, added he, go up and tell
your lady, Mr. Selvin does not need any consolation.

Lucy accordingly returned with this message, and was met at the
chamber-door by Arabella, who hastily asked her if Mr. Selvin was
recovered from his swoon: to which Lucy replied that she did not know;
but that Sir Charles bid her tell her ladyship, Mr. Selvin did not need
any consolation.

Oh Heavens! cried Arabella, throwing herself into a chair as pale as
death--He is dead, he has fallen upon his sword, and put an end to his
life and miseries at once--Oh! how unhappy am I, cried she, bursting
into tears, to be the cause of so cruel an accident--Was ever any
fate so terrible as mine--Was ever beauty so fatal--Was ever rigour
so unfortunate--How will the quiet of my future days be disturbed by
the sad remembrance of a man whose death was caused by my disdain--But
why, resumed she after a little pause--Why do I thus afflict myself for
what has happened by an unavoidable necessity? Nor am I singular in the
misfortune which has befallen me--Did not the sad Perinthus die for the
beautiful Panthea--Did not the rigour of Barsina bring the miserable
Oxyatres to the grave--And the severity of Statira make Oroondates
fall upon his sword in her presence, though happily he escaped being
killed by it--Let us then not afflict ourselves unreasonably at this
sad accident--Let us lament, as we ought, the fatal effects of our
charms--But let us comfort ourselves with the thought that we have only
acted conformable to our duty.

Arabella having pronounced these last words with a solemn and lofty
accent, ordered Lucy, who listened to her with eyes drowned in tears,
to go down and ask if the body was removed. For, added she, all my
constancy will not be sufficient to support me against that pitiful
sight.

Lucy accordingly delivered her message to Sir Charles and Miss
Glanville, who were still together, discoursing on the fantastical turn
of Arabella; when the knight, who could not possibly comprehend what
she meant by asking if the body was removed, bid her tell her lady he
desired to speak with her.

Arabella, upon receiving this summons, set herself to consider what
could be the intent of it. If Mr. Selvin be dead, said she, what good
can my presence do among them? Surely it cannot be to upbraid me with
my severity, that my uncle desires to see me--No, it would be unjust to
suppose it. Questionless, my unhappy lover is still struggling with the
pangs of death, and for a consolation in his last moments, implores the
favour of resigning up his life in my sight. Pausing a little at these
words, she rose from her seat with a resolution to give the unhappy
Selvin her pardon before he died. Meeting Mr. Glanville as he was
returning from his chamber to the dining-room, she told him, she hoped
the charity she was going to discover towards his rival, would not give
him any uneasiness; and preventing his reply, by going hastily into the
room, he followed her, dreading some new extravagance, yet, not able to
prevent it, endeavoured to conceal his confusion from her observation.
Arabella, after breathing a gentle sigh, told Sir Charles, that she was
come to grant Mr. Selvin her pardon for the offence he had been guilty
of, that he might depart in peace.

Well, well, said Sir Charles, he is departed in peace without it.

How, Sir! interrupted Arabella: is he dead then already? Alas! why had
he not the satisfaction of seeing me before he expired, that his soul
might have departed in peace? He would have been assured not only of my
pardon, but pity also; and that assurance would have made him happy in
his last moments.

Why, niece, interrupted Sir Charles, staring, you surprise me
prodigiously: are you in earnest?

Questionless I am, sir, said she: nor ought you to be surprised at
the concern I express for the fate of this unhappy man, nor at the
pardon I proposed to have granted him; since herein I am justified by
the example of many great and virtuous princesses, who have done as
much, nay, haply more than I intended to have done, for persons whose
offences were greater than Mr. Selvin's.

I am very sorry, madam, said Sir Charles, to hear you talk in this
manner: it is really enough to make one suspect you are----

You do me great injustice, sir, interrupted Arabella, if you suspect
me to be guilty of any unbecoming weakness for this man. If barely
expressing my compassion for his misfortunes be esteemed so great a
favour, what would you have thought if I had supported his head on my
knees while he was dying, shed tears over him, and discovered all the
tokens of a sincere affliction for him?

Good God! said Sir Charles, lifting up his eyes: did any body ever hear
of any thing like this?

What, sir, said Arabella, with as great an appearance of surprise in
her countenance as his had discovered, do you say you never heard of
any thing like this? Then you never heard of the princess of Media, I
suppose----

No, not I, madam, said Sir Charles peevishly.

Then, sir, resumed Arabella, permit me to tell you, that this fair
and virtuous princess condescended to do all I have mentioned for the
fierce Labynet, prince of Assyria: who though he had mortally offended
her by stealing her away out of the court of the king her father,
nevertheless, when he was wounded to death in her presence, and humbly
implored her pardon before he died, she condescended as I have said,
to support him on her knees, and shed tears for his disaster. I could
produce many more instances of the like compassion in ladies almost as
highly born as herself, though, perhaps, their quality was not quite
so illustrious, she being the heiress of two powerful kingdoms. Yet to
mention only these----

Good Heavens! cried Mr. Glanville here, being quite out of patience, I
shall go distracted----

Arabella, surprised at this exclamation, looked earnestly at him for a
moment--and then asked him, whether any thing she had said had given
him uneasiness?

Yes, upon my soul, madam, said Glanville, so vexed and confused that he
hardly knew what he said----

I am sorry for it, replied Arabella, gravely; and also am greatly
concerned to find that in generosity you are so much exceeded by the
illustrious Cyrus; who was so far from taking umbrage at Mandana's
behaviour to the dying prince, that he commended her for the compassion
she had shown him. So also did the brave and generous Oroondates, when
the fair Statira----

By Heavens! cried Glanville, rising in a passion, there's no bearing
this. Pardon me, madam, but upon my soul you'll make me hang myself.

Hang yourself, repeated Arabella: sure you know not what you say? You
meant, I suppose, that you'll fall upon your sword. What hero ever
threatened to give himself so vulgar a death? But pray let me know the
cause of your despair, so sudden and so violent.

Mr. Glanville continuing in a sort of sullen silence, Arabella, raising
her voice, went on:

Though I do not conceive myself obliged to give you an account of my
conduct, seeing that I have only permitted you yet to hope for my
favour; yet I owe to myself and my own honour the justification I am
going to make. Know then, that however suspicious my compassion for Mr.
Selvin may appear to your mistaken judgment, yet it has its foundation
only in the generosity of my disposition, which inclines me to pardon
the fault when the unhappy criminal repents; and to afford him my
pity when his circumstances require it. Let not therefore the charity
I have discovered towards your rival, be the cause of your despair,
since my sentiments for him, were he living, would be what they were
before; that is, full of indifference, nay, haply, disdain. And suffer
not yourself to be so carried away by a violent and unjust jealousy,
as to threaten your own death, which, if you really had any ground for
your suspicions, and truly loved me, would come unsought for, though
not undesired--For indeed, was your despair reasonable, death would
necessarily follow it; for what lover can live under so desperate a
misfortune? In that case you may meet death undauntedly when it comes,
nay, embrace it with joy; but truly the killing one's self is but a
false picture of true courage, proceeding rather from fear of a further
evil, than contempt of that you fly to: for if it were a contempt of
pain, the same principle would make you resolve to bear patiently and
fearlessly all kind of pains; and hope being of all other the most
contrary thing to fear, this being an utter banishment of hope, seems
to have its ground in fear.

Chapter IV.

_In which Mr. Glanville makes an unsuccessful attempt upon Arabella._

Arabella, when she had finished these words, which banished in part
Mr. Glanville's confusion, went to her own apartment, followed by Miss
Glanville, to whom she had made a sign for that purpose; and throwing
herself into a chair, burst into tears, which greatly surprising Miss
Glanville, she pressed her to tell her the cause.

Alas! replied Arabella, have I not cause to think myself extremely
unhappy? The deplorable death of Mr. Selvin, the despair to which I see
your brother reduced, with the fatal consequences which may attend it,
fill me with a mortal uneasiness.

Well, said Miss Glanville, your ladyship may make yourself quite easy
as to both these matters; for Mr. Selvin is not dead, nor is my brother
in despair that I know of.

What do you say, miss? interrupted Arabella: is not Mr. Selvin dead?
Was the wound he gave himself not mortal then?

I know of no wound that he gave himself, not I, said Miss Glanville.
What makes your ladyship suppose he gave himself a wound? Lord bless
me, what strange thoughts come into your head!

Truly I am rejoiced to hear it, replied Arabella; and in order to
prevent the effects of his despair, I'll instantly dispatch my commands
to him to live.

I dare answer for his obedience, madam, said Miss Glanville, smiling.

Arabella then gave orders for paper and pens to be brought her; and
seeing Mr. Glanville enter the room, very formally acquainted him with
her intention, telling him, that he ought to be satisfied with the
banishment to which she had doomed his unhappy rival, and not require
his death, since he had nothing to fear from his pretensions.

I assure you, madam, said Mr. Glanville, I am perfectly easy upon
that account: and in order to spare you the trouble of sending to Mr.
Selvin, I may venture to assure you that he is in no danger of dying.

It is impossible, sir, replied Arabella: according to the nature of
things, it is impossible but he must already be very near death--You
know the rigour of my sentence, you know----

I know, madam, said Mr. Glanville, that Mr. Selvin does not think
himself under a necessity of obeying your sentence; and has the
impudence to question your authority for banishing him from his native
country.

My authority, sir, said Arabella, strangely surprised, is founded upon
the absolute power he has given me over him.

He denies that, madam, said Glanville, and says that he neither can
give, nor you exercise, an absolute power over him; since you are both
accountable to the king, whose subjects you are, and both restrained by
the laws under whose sanction you live.

Arabella's apparent confusion at these words giving Mr. Glanville hopes
that he had fallen upon a proper method to cure her of some of her
strange notions, he was going to pursue his arguments, when Arabella
looking a little sternly upon him--

The empire of love, said she, like the empire of honour, is governed
by laws of its own, which have no dependence upon, or relation to, any
other.

Pardon me, madam, said Glanville, if I presume to differ from you. Our
laws have fixed the boundaries of honour as well as those of love.

How is that possible, replied Arabella, when they differ so widely,
that a man may be justified by the one, and yet condemned by the other?
For instance, pursued she, you are not permitted by the laws of the
land to take away the life of any person whatever; yet the laws of
honour oblige you to hunt your enemy through the world, in order to
sacrifice him to your vengeance. Since it is impossible then for the
same actions to be at once just and unjust, it must necessarily follow,
that the law which condemns it, and that which justifies it, is not the
same, but directly opposite. And now, added she, after a little pause,
I hope I have entirely cleared up that point to you.

You have, indeed, madam, replied Mr. Glanville, proved to a
demonstration, that what is called honour is something distinct from
justice, since they command things absolutely opposite to each other.

Arabella, without reflecting on this inference, went on to prove the
independent sovereignty of love: which, said she, may be collected
from all the words and actions of those heroes who were inspired by
this passion. We see it in them, pursued she, triumphing not only over
all natural and avowed allegiance, but superior even to friendship,
duty, and honour itself. This the actions of Oroondates, Artaxerxes,
Spitridates, and many other illustrious princes sufficiently testify.

Love requires a more unlimited obedience from its slaves, than any
other monarch can expect from his subjects; an obedience which is
circumscribed by no laws whatever, and dependent upon nothing but
itself.

I shall live, madam, says the renowned prince of Scythia to the divine
Statira; I shall live, since it is your command I should do so; and
death can have no power over a life which you are pleased to take care
of----

Say only that you wish I should conquer, said the great Juba
to the incomparable Cleopatra, and my enemies will be already
vanquished--victory will come over to the side your favour--and an army
of a hundred thousand men will not be able to overcome the man who has
your commands to conquer--

How mean and insignificant, pursued she, are the titles bestowed on
other monarchs compared with those which dignify the sovereigns of
hearts, such as Divine Arbitress of my Fate, Visible Divinity, Earthly
Goddess, and many others equally sublime--

Mr. Glanville losing all patience at her obstinate folly, interrupted
her here with a question quite foreign to the subject she was
discussing, and soon after quitting her chamber, retired to his own,
more than ever despairing of her recovery.

Chapter V.

_In which is introduced a very singular character._

Miss Glanville, whose envy and dislike of her lovely cousin were
heightened by her suspicions that she disputed with her the possession
of Sir George's heart, she having been long in reality a great admirer
of that gay gentleman, was extremely delighted with the ridicule her
absurd behaviour had drawn upon her at Bath, which she found by enquiry
was through Mr. Tinsel's representation grown almost general.

In order therefore to be at liberty to go to the public places
uneclipsed by the superior beauty of Arabella, she acquainted her
father and brother with part of what she had heard, which determined
them to prevent that young lady's appearance in public while they
stayed at Bath; this being no difficult matter to bring about, since
Arabella only went to the rooms or parade in compliance with the
invitation of her cousins.

Miss Glanville being by these means rid of a rival too powerful even to
contend with, went with more than usual gaiety to the assembly, where
the extravagancies of Arabella afforded a perpetual fund for diversion.
Her more than passive behaviour upon this occasion, banishing all
restraint among those she conversed with, the jest circulated very
freely at Arabella's expense. Nor did Miss Glanville fail to give new
poignancy to their sarcasms, by artfully disclosing the bent of her
cousin's studies, and enumerating the many absurdities they had made
her guilty of.

Arabella's uncommon beauty had gained her so many enemies among the
ladies that composed this assembly, that they seemed to contend with
each other who should ridicule her most. The celebrated Countess of
----, being then at Bath, approached a circle of these fair defamers,
and listening a few moments to the contemptuous jests they threw out
against the absent beauty, declared herself in her favour; which in
a moment, such was the force of her universally acknowledged merit,
and the deference always paid to her opinion, silenced every pretty
impertinent around her.

This lady, who among her own sex had no superior in wit, elegance,
and ease, was inferior to very few of the other in sense,
learning, and judgment. Her skill in poetry, painting, and music,
though incontestably great, was numbered among the least of her
accomplishments. Her candour, her sweetness, her modesty and
benevolence, while they secured her from the darts of envy, rendered
her superior to praise, and made the one as unnecessary as the other
ineffectual.

She had been a witness of the surprise Arabella's extraordinary
appearance had occasioned, and struck with that as well as the uncommon
charms of her person, had pressed near her with several others of the
company, when she was discoursing in the manner we have related.

A person of the countess's nice discernment could not fail of observing
the wit and spirit, which though obscured, was not absolutely hid under
the absurdity of her notions. And this discovery adding esteem to the
compassion she felt for the fair visionary, she resolved to rescue
her from the ill-natured raillery of her sex. Praising therefore her
understanding, and the beauty of her person, with a sweetness and
generosity peculiar to herself, she accounted in the most delicate
manner imaginable for the singularity of her notions, from her studies,
her retirement, her ignorance of the world, and her lively imagination.
And to abate the keenness of their sarcasms, she acknowledged that
she herself had, when very young, been deep read in romances; and but
for an early acquaintance with the world, and being directed to other
studies, was likely to have been as much a heroine as Lady Bella.

Miss Glanville, though she was secretly vexed at this defence of
her cousin, was however under a necessity of seeming obliged to the
countess for it: and that lady expressing a desire to be acquainted
with Lady Bella, Miss Glanville respectfully offered to attend her
cousin to her lodgings; which the countess as respectfully declined,
saying, as Lady Bella was a stranger, she would make her the first
visit.

Miss Glanville at her return gave her brother an account of what had
happened at the assembly, and filled him with an inconceivable joy at
the countess's intention. He had always been a zealous admirer of that
lady's character, and flattered himself that the conversation of so
admirable a woman would be of the utmost use to Arabella.

That very night he mentioned her to his beloved cousin; and after
enumerating all her fine qualities, declared that she had already
conceived a friendship for her, and was solicitous of her acquaintance.

I think myself extremely fortunate, replied Arabella, in that I have
(though questionless undeservedly) acquired the amity of this lovely
person; and I beg you, pursued she to Miss Glanville, to tell her, that
I long with impatience to embrace her, and to give her that share in my
heart which her transcendent merit deserves.

Miss Glanville only bowed her head in answer to this request, giving
her brother at the same time a significant leer; who, though used to
Arabella's particularities, could not help being a little confounded at
the heroic speech she had made.

Chapter VI.

_Containing something which at first sight may possibly puzzle the
reader._

The countess was as good as her word, and two days after sent a card to
Arabella, importing her design to wait on her that afternoon.

Our heroine expected her with great impatience, and the moment she
entered the room, flew towards her with a graceful eagerness, and
straining her in her arms, embraced her with all the fervour of a long
absent friend.

Sir Charles and Mr. Glanville were equally embarrassed at the
familiarity of this address; but observing that the countess seemed not
to be surprised at it, but rather to receive it with pleasure, they
were soon composed.

You cannot imagine, lovely stranger, said Arabella to the countess, as
soon as they were seated, with what impatience I have longed to behold
you, since the knowledge I have received of your rare qualities, and
the friendship you have been pleased to honour me with--And I may truly
protest to you, that such is my admiration of your virtues, that I
would have gone to the farthest part of the world to render you that
which you with so much generosity have condescended to bestow upon me.

Sir Charles stared at this extraordinary speech, and not being able to
comprehend a word of it, was concerned to think how the lady to whom it
was addressed would understand it.

Mr. Glanville looked down, and bit his nails in extreme confusion; but
the countess, who had not forgot the language of romance, returned the
compliment in a strain as heroic as hers.

The favour I have received from Fortune, said she, in bringing me to
the happiness of your acquaintance, charming Arabella, is so great,
that I may rationally expect some terrible misfortune will befall me:
seeing that in this life our pleasures are so constantly succeeded by
pains, that we hardly ever enjoy the one without suffering the other
soon after.

Arabella was quite transported to hear the countess express herself
in language so conformable to her own; but Mr. Glanville was greatly
confounded, and began to suspect she was diverting herself with his
cousin's singularities: and Sir Charles was within a little of thinking
her as much out of the way as his niece.

Misfortunes, madam, said Arabella, are too often the lot of excellent
persons like yourself. The sublimest among mortals both for beauty
and virtue have experienced the frowns of Fate. The sufferings of the
divine Statira, or Cassandra, for she bore both names, the persecutions
of the incomparable Cleopatra, the distresses of the beautiful Candace,
and the afflictions of the fair and generous Mandana, are proofs
that the most illustrious persons in the world have felt the rage of
calamity.

It must be confessed, said the countess, that all those fair princesses
you have named, were for a while extremely unfortunate; yet in the
catalogue of these lovely and afflicted persons you have forgot one who
might with justice dispute the priority of sufferings with them all--I
mean the beautiful Elisa, princess of Parthia.

Pardon me, madam, replied Arabella. I cannot be of your opinion. The
princess of Parthia may indeed justly be ranked among the number of
unfortunate persons, but she can by no means dispute the melancholy
precedence with the divine Cleopatra--For in fine, madam, what evils
did the princess of Parthia suffer which the fair Cleopatra did not
likewise endure, and some of them haply in a greater degree? If Elisa,
by the tyrannical authority of the king her father, saw herself upon
the point of becoming the wife of a prince she detested, was not the
beautiful daughter of Antony, by the more unjustifiable tyranny of
Augustus likely to be forced into the arms of Tyberius, a proud and
cruel prince, who was odious to the whole world as well as to her? If
Elisa was for some time in the power of pirates, was not Cleopatra
captive to an inhuman king, who presented his sword to the fair breast
of that divine princess, worthy the adoration of the whole earth? And
in fine, if Elisa had the grief to see her dear Artaban imprisoned by
the order of Augustus, Cleopatra beheld with mortal agonies her beloved
Coriolanus enclosed amidst the guards of that enraged prince, and
doomed to a cruel death.

It is certain, madam, replied the countess, that the misfortunes of
both these princesses were very great, though as you have shown me with
some inequality: and when one reflects upon the dangerous adventures to
which persons of their quality were exposed in those times, one cannot
help rejoicing that we live in an age in which the customs, manners,
habits, and inclinations differ so widely from theirs, that it is
impossible such adventures should ever happen.

Such is the strange alteration of things, that some people I dare say
at present cannot be persuaded to believe there ever were princesses
wandering through the world by land and sea in mean disguises, carried
away violently out of their father's dominions by insolent lovers; some
discovered sleeping in forests, other shipwrecked on desolate islands,
confined in castles, bound in chariots, and even struggling amidst
the tempestuous waves of the sea, into which they had cast themselves
to avoid the brutal force of their ravishers. Not one of these things
having happened within the compass of several thousand years, people
unlearned in antiquity would be apt to deem them idle tales, so
improbable do they appear at present.

Arabella, though greatly surprised at this discourse, did not think
proper to express her thoughts of it. She was unwilling to appear
absolutely ignorant of the present customs of the world, before a
lady whose good opinion she was ardently desirous of improving. Her
prepossessions in favour of the countess made her receive the new
lights she held out to her with respect, though not without doubt and
irresolution. Her blushes, her silence, and down-cast eyes gave the
countess to understand part of her thoughts; who for fear of alarming
her too much for that time, dropped the subject, and turning the
conversation on others more general, gave Arabella an opportunity of
mingling in it with that wit and vivacity which was natural to her when
romances were out of the question.

Chapter VII.

_In which, if the reader has not anticipated it, he will find an
explanation of some seeming inconsistencies in the foregoing chapter._

The countess, charmed with the wit and good sense of Arabella, could
not conceal her admiration, but expressed it in terms the most
obliging imaginable: and Arabella, who was excessively delighted with
her, returned the compliments she made her with the most respectful
tenderness.

In the midst of these mutual civilities, Arabella, in the style of
romance, entreated the countess to favour her with the recital of her
adventures.

At the mention of this request, that lady conveyed so much confusion
into her countenance, that Arabella, extremely embarrassed by it,
though she knew not why, thought it necessary to apologise for the
disturbance she seemed to have occasioned in her.

Pardon me, madam, replied the countess, recovering herself, if the
uncommoness of your request made a moment's reflection necessary to
convince me that a young lady of your sense and delicacy could mean
no offence to decorum by making it. The word adventures carries in
it so free and licentious a sound in the apprehensions of people at
this period of time, that it can hardly with propriety be applied to
those few and natural incidents which compose the history of a woman
of honour. And when I tell you, pursued she with a smile, that I was
born and christened, had a useful and proper education, received the
addresses of my Lord ---- through the recommendation of my parents,
and married him with their consents and my own inclination, and that
since we have lived in great harmony together, I have told you all the
material passages of my life; which upon enquiry you will find differ
very little from those of other women of the same rank, who have a
moderate share of sense, prudence and virtue.

Since you have already, madam, replied Arabella blushing, excused me
for the liberty I took with you, it will be unnecessary to tell you
it was grounded upon the customs of ancient times, when ladies of the
highest rank and sublimest virtue were often exposed to a variety of
cruel adventures, which they imparted in confidence to each other, when
chance brought them together.

Custom, said the countess, smiling, changes the very nature of things;
and what was honourable a thousand years ago, may probably be looked
upon as infamous now--A lady in the heroic age you speak of, would not
be thought to possess any great share of merit, if she had not been
many times carried away by one or other of her insolent lovers: whereas
a beauty in this could not pass through the hands of several different
ravishers, without bringing an imputation on her chastity.

The same actions which made a man a hero in those times would
constitute him a murderer in these--And the same steps which led him to
a throne then, would infallibly conduct him to a scaffold now.

But custom, madam, said Arabella, cannot possibly change the nature
of virtue or vice: and since virtue is the chief characteristic of a
hero, a hero in the last age will be a hero in this--Though the natures
of virtue or vice cannot be changed, replied the countess, yet they
may be mistaken; and different principles, customs, and education, may
probably change their names, if not their natures.

Sure, madam, said Arabella a little moved, you do not intend by this
inference to prove Oroondates, Artaxerxes, Juba, Artaban, and the other
heroes of antiquity bad men?

Judging them by the rules of Christianity, and our present notions of
honour, justice, and humanity, they certainly are, replied the countess.

Did they not possess all the necessary qualifications of heroes, madam,
said Arabella, and each in a superlative degree? Was not their valour
invincible, their generosity unbounded, and their fidelity inviolable?

It cannot be denied, said the countess, but that their valour was
invincible; and many thousand men less courageous than themselves, felt
the fatal effects of that invincible valour, which was perpetually
seeking after occasions to exert itself. Oroondates gave many
extraordinary proofs of that unbounded generosity so natural to the
heroes of his time. This prince being sent by the king his father, at
the head of an army, to oppose the Persian monarch, who had unjustly
invaded his dominions, and was destroying the lives and properties
of his subjects; having taken the wives and daughters of his enemy
prisoners, had by these means an opportunity to put a period to a war
so destructive to his country: yet out of a generosity truly heroic,
he released them immediately without any conditions; and falling in
love with one of those princesses, secretly quitted his father's
court, resided several years in that of the enemy of his father and
country, engaged himself to his daughter, and when the war broke out
again between the two kings, fought furiously against an army in which
the king his father was in person, and shed the blood of his future
subjects without remorse; though each of those subjects, we are told,
would have sacrificed his life to save that of their prince, so much
was he beloved. Such are the actions which immortalize the heroes
of romance, and are by the authors of those books styled glorious,
godlike, and divine. Yet judging of them as Christians, we shall find
them impious and base, and directly opposite to our present notions of
moral and relative duties.

It is certain therefore, madam, added the countess with a smile, that
what was virtue in those days, is vice in ours: and to form a hero
according to our notions of them at present, it is necessary to give
him qualities very different from Oroondates.

The secret charm in the countenance, voice, and manner of the countess,
joined to the force of her reasoning, could not fail of making some
impression on the mind of Arabella; but it was such an impression
as came far short of conviction. She was surprised, embarrassed,
perplexed, but not convinced. Heroism, romantic heroism, was deeply
rooted in her heart; it was her habit of thinking, a principle imbibed
from education. She could not separate her ideas of glory, virtue,
courage, generosity, and honour, from the false representations of
them in the actions of Oroondates, Juba, Artaxerxes, and the rest of
the imaginary heroes. The countess's discourse had raised a kind of
tumult in her thoughts, which gave an air of perplexity to her lovely
face, and made that lady apprehensive she had gone too far, and lost
that ground in her esteem, which she had endeavoured to acquire by a
conformity to some of her notions and language. In this, however, she
was mistaken; Arabella felt a tenderness for her that had already the
force of a long contracted friendship, and an esteem little less than
veneration.

When the countess took leave, the professions of Arabella, though
delivered in the language of romance, were very sincere and affecting,
and were returned with an equal degree of tenderness by the countess,
who had conceived a more than ordinary affection for her.

Mr. Glanville, who could have almost worshipped the countess for
the generous design he saw she had entertained, took an opportunity
as he handed her to her chair, to entreat in a manner as earnest as
polite, that she would continue the happiness of her acquaintance to
his cousin; which, with a smile of mingled dignity and sweetness, she
assured him of.

Chapter VIII.

_Which concludes book the eighth._

Mr. Glanville at his return to the dining-room, finding Arabella
retired, told his father in a rapture of joy, that the charming
countess would certainly make a convert of Lady Bella.

Methinks, said the baronet, she has as strange whims in her head as my
niece. Ad's-heart, what a deal of stuff did she talk about! A parcel of
heroes as she calls them, with confounded hard names--In my mind, she
is more likely to make Lady Bella worse than better.

Mr. Glanville, a little vexed at his father's misapprehension,
endeavoured with as much delicacy as he could, to set him right with
regard to the countess; so that he brought him at last to confess she
managed the thing very well.

The countess, who had resolved to take Arabella openly into her
protection, was thinking on means to engage her to appear at the
assembly, whither she proposed to accompany her in a modern dress. But
her good intentions towards our lovely heroine were suspended by the
account she received of her mother's indisposition, which commanded her
immediate attendance on her at her seat in ----.

Her sudden departure gave Arabella an extreme uneasiness, and proved a
cruel disappointment to Mr. Glanville, who had founded all his hopes of
her recovery on the conversation of that lady.

Sir Charles having affairs that required his presence in London,
proposed to his niece the leaving Bath in a few days, to which she
consented; and accordingly they set out for London in Arabella's coach
and six, attended by several servants on horseback, her women having
been sent away before in the stage.

Nothing very remarkable happened during this journey; so we shall not
trouble our readers with several small mistakes of Arabella's, such as
her supposing a neat country girl who was riding behind a man, to be
some lady or princess in disguise, forced away by a lover she hated,
and entreating Mr. Glanville to attempt her rescue; which occasioned
some little debate between her and Sir Charles, who could not be
persuaded to believe it was as she said, and forbade his son to meddle
in other people's affairs. Several of these sorts of mistakes, as we
said before, we omit; and will therefore, if our reader pleases, bring
our heroine without further delay to London.

BOOK IX.

Chapter I.

_In which is related an admirable adventure._

Miss Glanville, whose spirits were greatly exhilarated at their
entrance into London, that seat of magnificence and pleasure,
congratulated her cousin upon the entertainment she would receive from
the new and surprising objects which every day for a considerable
time would furnish her with; and ran over the catalogue of diversions
with such a volubility of tongue, as drew a gentle reprimand from her
father, and made her keep a sullen silence till they were set down in
St. James's Square, the place of their residence in town.

Sir Charles having ordered his late lady's apartment to be prepared for
the accommodation of his niece; as soon as the first civilities were
over, she retired to her chamber where she employed herself in giving
her women directions for placing her books, of which she had brought a
moderate quantity to London, in her closet.

Miss Glanville as soon as she had dispatched away some hundred cards
to her acquaintance, to give them notice she was in town, attended
Arabella in her own apartment; and as they sat at the tea she began to
regulate the diversions of the week, naming the Drawing-Room, Park,
Concert, Ranelagh, Lady ----'s Assembly, the Duchess of ----'s Rout,
Vauxhall, and a long &c. of visits; at which Arabella, with an accent
that expressed her surprise, asked her, if she supposed she intended to
stay in town three or four years.

Law, cousin, said Miss Glanville, all this is but the amusement of a
few days.

Amusement, do you say? replied Arabella: methinks it seems to be the
sole employment of those days; and what you call the amusement, must of
necessity be the business of life.

You are always so grave, cousin, said Miss Glanville, one does not
know what to say to you. However, I shan't press you to go to public
places against your inclination, yet you'll condescend to receive a few
visits, I suppose?

Yes, replied Arabella, and if among the ladies whom I shall see, I find
any like the amiable Countess of ----, I shall not scruple to enter
into the most tender amity with them.

The Countess of ---- is very well, to be sure, said Miss Glanville;
yet I don't know how it is, she does not suit my taste--She is very
particular in a great many things, and knows too much for a lady, as I
heard my Lord Fribble say one day. Then she is quite unfashionable: she
hates cards, keeps no assembly, is seen but seldom at public places;
and in my opinion, as well as in a great many others, is the dullest
company in the world. I'm sure I met her at a visit a little before I
went down to your seat; and she had not been a quarter of an hour in
the room, before she set a whole circle of ladies a-yawning.

Arabella, though she had a sincere contempt for her cousin's manner of
thinking, yet always politely concealed it; and vexed as she was at her
sneers upon the countess, she contented herself with gently defending
her, telling her at the same time, that till she met with a lady who
had more merit than the countess, she should always possess the first
place in her esteem.

Arabella, who had from youth adopted the resentments of her father,
refused to make her appearance at court, which Sir Charles gently
intimated to her; yet being not wholly divested of the curiosity
natural to her sex, she condescended to go _incog._ to the gallery on
a ball night, accompanied by Mr. Glanville and his sister, in order to
behold the splendour of the British Court.

As her romances had long familiarised her thoughts to objects of
grandeur and magnificence, she was not so much struck as might have
been expected with those that now presented themselves to her view.
Nor was she a little disappointed to find that among the men she saw
none whose appearance came up to her ideas of the air and port of an
Artaban, Oroondates, or Juba; or any of the ladies, who did not in her
opinion, fall short of the perfections of Elisa, Mandana, Statira, &c.
It was remarkable too, that she never enquired how often the princesses
had been carried away by love-captivated monarchs, or how many
victories the king's sons had gained; but seemed the whole time she
was there to have suspended all her romantic ideas of glory, beauty,
gallantry, and love.

Mr. Glanville was highly pleased with her composed behaviour, and a day
or two after entreated her to allow him the honour of showing her what
was remarkable and worthy of her observation in this great metropolis.
To this she also consented, and for the greater privacy began their
travels in a hired coach.

Part of several days were taken up in this employment; but Mr.
Glanville had the mortification to find she was full of allusions
to her romances upon every occasion; such as her asking the person
who shows the armoury at the Tower, the names of the knights to
whom each suit belonged, and wondering there were no devices on the
shields or plumes of feathers in the helmets. She observed that the
lion Lysimachus killed, was, according to the history of that prince,
much larger than any of those she was showed in the Tower, and also
much fiercer; took notice that St. Paul's was less magnificent in
the inside, than the temple in which Cyrus, when he went to Mandana,
heard her return thanks for his supposed death; enquired if it was not
customary for the king and his whole court to sail in barges upon the
Thames, as Augustus used to do upon the Tyber; whether they had not
music and collations in the Park; and where they celebrated the justs
and tournaments.

The season for Vauxhall being not yet over, she was desirous of once
seeing a place, which by the description she had heard of it, greatly
resembled the gardens of Lucullus at Rome, in which the emperor, with
all the princes and princesses of his court were so nobly entertained,
and where so many gallant conversations had passed among those
admirable persons.

The singularity of her dress, for she was covered with her veil, drew
a number of gazers after her, who pressed round her with so little
respect, that she was greatly embarrassed, and had thoughts of quitting
the place, delightful as she owned it, immediately, when her attention
was wholly engrossed by an adventure in which she soon interested
herself very deeply.

An officer of rank in the sea service had brought his mistress,
disguised in a suit of man's or rather boy's clothes, and a hat
and feather, into the gardens. The young creature being a little
intoxicated with the wine she had taken too freely, was thrown so much
off her guard as to give occasion to some of the company to suspect
her sex; and a gay fellow, in order to give them some diversion at
her expense, pretending to be affronted at something she said, drew
his sword upon the disguised fair-one, which so alarmed her, that she
shrieked out she was a woman, and ran for protection to her lover; who
was so disordered with liquor, that he was not able to defend her.

Miss Glanville, ever curious and inquisitive, demanded the cause why
the company ran in crowds to that particular spot; and received for
answer, that a gentleman had drawn his sword upon a lady disguised in a
man's habit.

Oh Heavens! cried Arabella, this must certainly be a very notable
adventure. The lady has doubtless some extraordinary circumstances in
her story, and haply, upon enquiry, her misfortunes will be found to
resemble those which obliged the beautiful Aspasia to put on the same
disguise, who was by that means murdered by the cruel Zenodorus in a
fit of jealousy at the amity his wife expressed for her. But can I not
see this unfortunate fair-one? added she, pressing in spite of Mr.
Glanville's entreaties through the crowd: I may haply be able to afford
her some consolation.

Mr. Glanville, finding his persuasions were not regarded, followed her
with very little difficulty: for her veil falling back in her hurry,
she did not mind to replace it; and the charms of her face, joined to
the majesty of her person, and singularity of her dress, attracting
every person's attention and respect, they made way for her to pass,
not a little surprised at the extreme earnestness and solemnity that
appeared in her countenance upon an event so diverting to every one
else.

The disguised lady whom she was endeavouring to approach, had thrown
herself upon a bench in one of the boxes, trembling still with the
apprehension of the sword, though her antagonist was kneeling at her
feet, making love to her in mock-heroics for the diversion of the
company.

Her hat and peruke had fallen off in her fright, and her hair, which
had been turned up under it, hung now loosely about her neck, and gave
such an appearance of woe to a face, which notwithstanding the paleness
that terror had overspread it with, was really extremely pretty, that
Arabella was equally struck with compassion and admiration of her.

Lovely unknown, said she to her, with an air of extreme tenderness,
though I am a stranger both to your name and history, yet your aspect
persuadeth me your quality is not mean; and the condition and disguise
in which I behold you, showing that you are unfortunate, permit me
to offer you all the assistance in my power, seeing that I am moved
thereto by my compassion for your distress, and that esteem which the
sight of you must necessarily inspire.

Mr. Glanville was struck dumb with confusion at this strange speech,
and at the whispers and scoffs it occasioned among the spectators.
He attempted to take hold of her hand, in order to lead her away,
but she disengaged herself from him with a frown of displeasure; and
taking no notice of Miss Glanville, who whispered with great emotion,
Lord, cousin, how you expose yourself! pressed nearer to the beautiful
disguised, and again repeated her offers of service.

The girl being perfectly recovered from her intoxication by the fright
she had been in, gazed upon Arabella with a look of extreme surprise:
yet being moved to respect by the dignity of her appearance, and,
strange as her words seemed to be, by the obliging purport of them, and
the affecting earnestness with which they were delivered, she rose from
her seat and thanked her, with an accent full of regard and submission.

Fair maid, said Arabella, taking her hand, let us quit this place,
where your discovery may probably subject you to more dangers. If you
will be pleased to put yourself into my protection, and acquaint me
with the history of your misfortunes; I have interest enough with a
valiant person, who shall undertake to free you from your persecutions,
and re-establish the repose of your life.

The kneeling hero, who as well as every one else that were present, had
gazed with astonishment at Arabella during all this passage, perceiving
she was about to rob him of the disguised fair, seized hold of the hand
she had at liberty, and swore he would not part with her.

Mr. Glanville, almost mad with vexation, endeavoured to get Arabella
away.

Are you mad, madam, said he in a whisper, to make all this rout about
a prostitute? Do you see how every body stares at you? What will they
think--For Heaven's sake, let us be gone!

What, sir, replied Arabella in a rage, are you base enough to leave
this admirable creature in the power of that man, who is questionless
her ravisher; and will you not draw your sword in her defence?

Hey-day! cried the sea-officer, waked out of his stupid doze by the
clamour about him: what's the matter here--What are you doing? Where's
my Lucy? Zounds, sir! said he, to the young fellow who held her, what
business have you with my Lucy? And uttering a dreadful oath, drew
out his sword, and staggered towards his gay rival, who observing the
weakness of his antagonist, flourished with his sword to show his
courage and frighten the ladies, who all ran away screaming. Arabella
taking Miss Glanville under the arm, cried out to Mr. Glanville as she
left the place, to take care of the distressed lady, and, while the two
combatants were disputing for her, to carry her away in safety.

But Mr. Glanville, without regarding this injunction, hastened after
her; and to pacify her, told her the lady was rescued by her favourite
lover, and carried off in triumph.

But are you sure, said Arabella, it was not some other of her ravishers
who carried her away, and not the person whom she has haply favoured
with her affection? May not the same thing have happened to her, as
did to the beautiful Candace, queen of Ethiopia; who, while two of
her ravishers were fighting for her, a third whom she took for her
deliverer, came and carried her away.

But she went away willingly, I assure you, madam, said Mr. Glanville:
pray don't be in any concern about her----

If she went away willingly with him, replied Arabella, it is probable
it may not be another ravisher: and yet if this person that rescued her
happened to be in armour, and the vizor of his helmet down, she might
be mistaken as well as Queen Candace.

Well, well, he was not in armour, madam, said Glanville, almost beside
himself with vexation at her folly----

You seem to be disturbed, sir, said Arabella, a little surprised at his
peevish tone. Is there any thing in this adventure which concerns you?
Nay, now I remember, you did not offer to defend the beautiful unknown.
I am not willing to impute your inaction upon such an occasion to want
of courage or generosity; perhaps you are acquainted with her history,
and from this knowledge refused to engage in her defence.

Mr. Glanville, perceiving the company gather from all parts to the
walk they were in, told her he would acquaint her with all he knew
concerning the disguised lady when they were in the coach on their
return home; and Arabella, impatient for the promised story, proposed
to leave the gardens immediately, which was gladly complied with by Mr.
Glanville, who heartily repented his having carried her thither.

Chapter II.

_Which ends with a very unfavourable prediction for our heroine._

As soon as they were seated in the coach, she did not fail to call
upon him to perform his promise: but Mr. Glanville, excessively out
of humour at her exposing herself in the gardens, replied, without
considering whether he should not offend her, that he knew no more of
the disguised lady than any body else in the place.

How, sir! replied Arabella, did you not promise to relate her
adventures to me? And would you have me believe you knew no more of
them than the rest of the cavaliers and ladies in the place?

Upon my soul, I don't, madam, said Glanville: yet what I know of her is
sufficient to let me understand she was not worth the consideration you
seemed to have for her.

She cannot sure be more indiscreet than the fair and unfortunate
Hermione, replied Arabella; who like her put on man's apparel, through
despair at the ill success of her passion for Alexander--And certain it
is, that though the beautiful Hermione was guilty of one great error
which lost her the esteem of Alexander, yet she had a high and noble
soul; as was manifest by her behaviour and words when she was run
through by the sword of Demetrius. Oh! death, cried she, as she was
falling, how sweet do I find thee, and how much and how earnestly have
I desired thee!

Oh Lord! Oh Lord! cried Mr. Glanville, hardly sensible of what he said,
was there ever any thing so intolerable!

You pity the unhappy Hermione, sir? said Arabella, interpreting his
exclamation her own way. Indeed, she is well worthy of your compassion.
And if the bare recital of the words she uttered at receiving her
death's wound affects you so much, you may guess what would have been
your agonies, had you been Demetrius that gave it to her.

Here Mr. Glanville groaning aloud through impatience at her
absurdities----

This subject affects you deeply, I perceive, said Arabella. There is no
question but you would have acted in the same circumstance as Demetrius
did: yet let me tell you, the extravagancy of his rage and despair
for what he had innocently committed, was imputed to him as a great
imbecility, as was also the violent passion he conceived soon after
for the fair Deidamia. You know the accident which brought that fair
princess into his way.

Indeed I do not, madam, said Glanville, peevishly.

Well, then I'll tell you, said Arabella; but, pausing a little:

The recital I have engaged myself to make, added she, will necessarily
take up some hours' time, as upon reflection I have found: so if
you will dispense with my beginning it at present, I will satisfy
your curiosity to-morrow, when I may be able to pursue it without
interruption.

To this Mr. Glanville made no other answer than a bow with his head;
and the coach a few moments after arriving at their own house, he led
her to her apartment, firmly resolved never to attend her to any more
public places while she continued in the same ridiculous folly.

Sir Charles, who had several times been in doubt whether Arabella
was not really disordered in her senses; upon Miss Glanville's
account of her behaviour at the gardens, concluded she was absolutely
mad, and held a short debate with himself, whether he ought not to
bring a commission of lunacy against her, rather than marry her to
his son, whom he was persuaded could never be happy with a wife so
unaccountably absurd. Though he only hinted at this to Mr. Glanville,
in a conversation he had with him while his dissatisfaction was at
its height, concerning Arabella, yet the bare supposition that his
father ever thought of such a thing, threw the young gentleman into
such agonies, that Sir Charles, to compose him, protested he would do
nothing in relation to his niece that he would not approve of. Yet
he expostulated with him on the absurdity of her behaviour, and the
ridicule to which she exposed herself wherever she went; appealing to
him, whether in a wife he could think those follies supportable, which
in a mistress occasioned him so much confusion.

Mr. Glanville, as much in love as he was, felt all the force of this
inference, and acknowledged to his father, that he could not think of
marrying Arabella, till the whims her romances had put into her head,
were erased by a better knowledge of life and manners. But he added
with a sigh, that he knew not how this reformation would be effected;
for she had such a strange facility in reconciling every incident to
her own fantastic ideas, that every new object added strength to the
fatal deception she laboured under.

Chapter III.

_In which Arabella meets with another admirable adventure._

Our lovely heroine had not been above a fortnight in London, before
the gross air of that smoky town affected her health so much, that Sir
Charles proposed to her to go for a few weeks to Richmond, where he
hired a house elegantly furnished for her reception.

Miss Glanville had been too long out of that darling city to pay
her the compliment of attending her constantly at Richmond; yet she
promised to be as often as possible with her: and Sir Charles, having
affairs that could not dispense with his absence from town, placed
his steward in her house, being a person whose prudence and fidelity
he could rely upon; and he, with her women, and some other menial
servants, made up her equipage.

As it was not consistent with decorum for Mr. Glanville to reside in
her house, he contented himself with riding to Richmond generally
every day; and as long as Arabella was pleased with that retirement,
he resolved not to press her return to town till the Countess of ----
arrived, in whose conversation he grounded all his hopes of her cure.

At that season of the year, Richmond not being quite deserted by
company, Arabella was visited by several ladies of fashion; who,
charmed with her affability, politeness, and good sense, were strangely
perplexed how to account for some peculiarities in her dress and manner
of thinking.

Some of the younger sort, from whom Arabella's extraordinary beauty
took away all pretensions to equality on that score, made themselves
extremely merry with her oddnesses, as they called them, and gave broad
intimations that her head was not right.

As for Arabella, whose taste was as delicate, sentiments as refined,
and judgment as clear as any person's could be who believed the
authenticity of Scudery's romances, she was strangely disappointed to
find no lady with whom she could converse with any tolerable pleasure;
and that instead of Clelias, Statiras, Mandanas, &c. she found only
Miss Glanvilles among all she knew.

The comparison she drew between such as these and the charming
Countess of ----, whom she had just begun to be acquainted with at
Bath, increased her regret for the interruption that was given to so
agreeable a friendship; and it was with infinite pleasure Mr. Glanville
heard her repeatedly wish for the arrival of that admirable lady (as
she always called her) in town.

Not being able to relish the insipid conversation of the young ladies
that visited her at Richmond, her chief amusement was to walk in
the park there; which, because of its rural privacy, was extremely
agreeable to her inclinations.

Here she indulged contemplation, leaning on the arm of her faithful
Lucy, while her other women walked at some distance behind her, and two
men servants kept her always in sight.

One evening when she was returning from her usual walk, she heard the
sound of a woman's voice, which seemed to proceed from a tuft of trees
that hid her from her view. And stopping a moment, distinguished some
plaintive accents, which increasing her curiosity, she advanced towards
the place, telling Lucy she was resolved if possible to discover who
the distressed lady was, and what was the subject of her affliction.

As she drew nearer with softly treading steps, she could distinguish
through the branches of the trees, now despoiled of great part of their
leaves, two women seated on the ground, their backs towards her, and
one of them, with her head gently reclined on the other's shoulder,
seemed by her mournful action to be weeping; for she often put her
handkerchief to her eyes, breathing every time a sigh, which, as
Arabella phrased it, seemed to proceed from the deepest recesses of her
heart.

This adventure, more worthy indeed to be styled an adventure than all
our fair heroine had ever yet met with, and so conformable to what she
had read in romances, filled her heart with eager expectation. She made
a sign to Lucy to make no noise, and creeping still closer towards the
place where this afflicted person sat, she heard her distinctly utter
these words, which, however, were often interrupted with her sighs.

Ah, Ariamenes! whom I to my misfortune have too much loved, and whom
to my misfortune I fear I shall never sufficiently hate, since that
Heaven, and thy cruel ingratitude, have ordained that thou shalt never
be mine, and that so many sweet and dear hopes are for ever taken from
me, return me at least, ungrateful man, return me those testimonies of
my innocent affection, which were sometimes so dear and precious to
thee. Return me those favours, which all innocent as they were, are
become criminal by thy crime. Return me, cruel man, return me those
relics of my heart which thou detainest in despite of me, and which,
notwithstanding thy infidelity, I cannot recover.

Here her tears interrupting her speech, Arabella being impatient to
know the history of this afflicted person, came softly round to the
other side, and showing herself, occasioned some disturbance to the
sad unknown; who, rising from her seat, with her face averted, as if
ashamed of having so far disclosed her sorrows in a stranger's hearing,
endeavoured to pass by her unnoticed.

Arabella, perceiving her design, stopped her with a very graceful
action, and, with a voice all composed of sweetness, earnestly conjured
her to relate her history.

Think not, lovely unknown, said she, (for she was really very pretty)
that my endeavours to detain you proceed from an indiscreet curiosity.
It is true, some complaints which have fallen from your fair mouth,
have raised in me a desire to be acquainted with your adventures; but
this desire has its foundation in that compassion your complaints have
filled me with: and if I wish to know your misfortunes, it is only with
a view of affording you some consolation.

Pardon me, madam, said the fair afflicted, gazing on Arabella with
many signs of admiration, if my confusion at being overheard in a
place I had chosen to bewail my misfortunes, made me be guilty of
some appearance of rudeness, not seeing the admirable person I wanted
to avoid. But, pursued she, hesitating a little, those characters of
beauty I behold in your face, and the gracefulness of your deportment
convincing me you can be of no ordinary rank, I will the less scruple
to acquaint you with my adventures, and the cause of those complaints
you have heard proceed from my mouth.

Arabella assuring her, that whatever her misfortunes were, she might
depend upon all the assistance in her power, seated herself near her at
the foot of the tree where she had been sitting; and giving Lucy orders
to join the rest of her women, and stay at a distance till she made a
sign to them to advance, she prepared to listen to the adventures of
the fair unknown; who, after some little pause, began to relate them in
this manner.

Chapter IV.

_In which is related the history of the princess of Gaul._

My name, madam, is Cynecia, my birth illustrious enough, seeing that
I am the daughter of a sovereign prince, who possesses a large and
spacious territory in what is now called ancient Gaul.

What, madam! interrupted Arabella, are you a princess, then?

Questionless I am, madam, replied the lady; and a princess happy
and prosperous, till the felicity of my life was interrupted by the
perfidious Ariamenes.

Pardon me, madam, interrupted Arabella again, that my ignorance of your
quality made me be deficient in those respects which are due to your
high birth, and which notwithstanding those characters of greatness I
might read in the lineaments of your visage, I yet neglected to pay----

Alas, madam! said the stranger, that little beauty which the heavens
bestowed on me only to make me wretched, as by the event it has proved,
has long since taken its flight, and together with my happiness, I have
lost that which made me unhappy. And certain it is, grief has made such
ravages among what might once have been thought tolerable in my face,
that I should not be surprised if my being no longer fair, should make
you with difficulty believe I ever was so.

Arabella after a proper compliment in answer to this speech, entreated
the princess to go on with her history; who, hesitating a little,
complied with her request.

Be pleased to know then, madam, said she, that being bred up with all
imaginable tenderness in my father's court, I had no sooner arrived
to my sixteenth year than I saw myself surrounded with lovers; who
nevertheless, such was the severity with which I behaved myself,
concealed their passions under a respectful silence, well knowing
banishment from my presence was the least punishment they had to
expect, if they presumed to declare their sentiments to me.

I lived in this fashion, madam, for two years longer, rejoicing in the
insensibility of my own heart, and triumphing in the sufferings of
others, when my tranquillity was all at once interrupted by an accident
which I am going to relate to you.

The princess stopped here to give vent to some sighs which a cruel
remembrance forced from her; and continuing in a deep muse for five or
six minutes, resumed her story in this manner.

It being my custom to walk in a forest adjoining to one of my father's
summer residences, attended only by my women, one day when I was taking
this amusement, I perceived at some distance a man lying on the ground;
and impelled by a sudden curiosity, I advanced towards this person,
whom upon a nearer view I perceived to have been wounded very much,
and fainted away through loss of blood. His habit being very rich, I
concluded by that he was of no mean quality: but when I had looked
upon his countenance, pale and languishing as it was, methought there
appeared so many marks of greatness, accompanied with a sweetness so
happily blended, that my attention was engaged in an extraordinary
manner, and interested me so powerfully in his safety, that I commanded
some of my women to run immediately for proper assistance, and convey
him to the castle, while I directed others to throw some water in his
face, and to apply some linen to his wounds, to stop the bleeding.

These charitable cares restored the wounded stranger to his senses. He
opened his eyes, and turning them slowly to the objects around him,
fixed at last their languishing looks on me: when moved, as it should
seem, to some respect by what he saw in my countenance, he rose with
some difficulty from the ground, and bowing almost down to it again, by
that action seemed to pay me his acknowledgments for what he supposed I
had done for his preservation.

His extreme weakness having obliged him to creep towards a tree,
against the back of which he supported himself, I went nearer to him,
and having told him the condition in which I found him, and the orders
I had dispatched for assistance, requested him to acquaint me with his
name and quality, and the adventure which had brought him into that
condition.

My name, madam, answered he, is Ariamenes. My birth is noble enough.
I have spent some years in my travels, and was returning to my
native country, when passing through this forest I was seized with
an inclination to sleep. I had tied my horse to a tree, and retiring
some few paces off, stretched myself at the foot of a large oak whose
branches promised me an agreeable shade. I had not yet closed my eyes,
when the slumber I invited was dissipated by the sound of some voices
near me.

A curiosity, not natural to me, made me listen to the discourse of
these persons, whom by the tone of their voices, though I could not see
them, I knew to be men.

In short, madam, I was a witness to a most horrible scheme which they
concerted together. My weakness will not permit me to enter into an
exact detail of all I heard: the result of their conference was, to
seize the princess of this country, and carry her off.

Here, pursued Cynecia, I interrupted the stranger with a loud cry,
which giving him to understand who I was, he apologized in the most
graceful manner imaginable for the little respect he had hitherto paid
me.

I then entreated him to tell me, if he had any opportunity of hearing
the name of my designed ravisher; to which he replied, that he
understood it to be Taxander.

This man, madam, was one of my father's favourites, and had been long
secretly in love with me.

Ariamenes then informed me, that being enflamed with rage against these
impious villains, he rose from the ground, remounted his horse, and
defied the two traitors aloud, threatening them with death, unless they
abandoned their impious design.

Taxander made no answer, but rushed furiously upon him, and had the
baseness to suffer his wicked associate to assist him: but the valiant
Ariamenes, though he spoke modestly of his victory, yet gave me to
understand that he had made both the villains abandon their wicked
enterprise, with their lives; and that dismounting, in order to see if
they were quite dead, he found himself so faint with the wounds he had
received from them both, that he had not strength to remount his horse;
but crawling on, in hopes of meeting with some assistance, fainted away
at last through weariness and loss of blood.

While he was giving me this account, the chariot I had sent for
arrived, and having made him such acknowledgments as the obligation I
had received from him demanded, I caused him to get into the chariot;
and sending one with him to acquaint the prince my father with all that
had happened, and the merit of the valiant stranger, I returned the
same way I came with my women, my thoughts being wholly engrossed by
this unknown.

The service he had done me filled me with a gratitude and esteem for
him, which prepared my heart for those tender sentiments I afterwards
entertained, to the ruin of my repose.

I will not tire your patience, madam, with a minute detail of all the
succeeding passages of my story; it shall suffice to tell you, that
Ariamenes was received with extraordinary marks of esteem by my father;
that his cure was soon completed; and that having vowed himself to my
service, and declared an unalterable passion for me, I permitted him to
love me, and gave him that share in my heart, which I fear not all his
infidelities will ever deprive him of.

His attachment to me was soon suspected by Taxander's relations,
who having secretly vowed his ruin, endeavoured to discover if I
had admitted his addresses; and having made themselves masters of
our secrets, by means of the treachery of one of my women, procured
information to be given to my father of our mutual passion.

Alas! what mischiefs did not this fatal discovery produce! My father,
enraged to the last degree at this intelligence, confined me to my
apartment, and ordered Ariamenes to leave his dominions within three
days.

Spare me, madam, the repetition of what passed at our last sad
interview, which by large bribes to my guards he obtained.

His tears, his agonies, his vows of everlasting fidelity, so soothed
my melancholy at parting with him, and persuaded me of his constancy,
that I waited for several months with perfect tranquillity for
the performance of the promise he made me, to do my father such
considerable services in the war he was engaged in with one of his
neighbours, as should oblige him to give me to him for his reward.

But, alas! two years rolled on without bringing back the unfaithful
Ariamenes. My father died, and my brother, who succeeded him, being
about to force me to marry a prince whom I detested, I secretly quitted
the court, and attended only by this faithful confidante whom you
behold with me, and some few of my trusty domestics, I came hither in
search of Ariamenes; he having told me this country was the place of
his birth.

Polenor, the most prudent and faithful of my servants, undertook to
find out the ungrateful Ariamenes, whom yet I was willing to find
excuses for; but all his enquiries were to no effect; the name of
Ariamenes was not known in this part of the world.

Tired out with unsuccessful enquiries, I resolved to seek out some
obscure place, where I might in secret lament my misfortunes, and
expect the end of them in death. My attendants found me out such
a retreat as I wanted, in a neighbouring village, which they call
Twickenham, I think, from whence I often make excursions to this park,
attended only as you see; and here indulge myself in complaints upon
the cruelty of my destiny.

The sorrowful Cynecia here ended her story, to which in the course
of her relation she had given a great many interruptions through the
violence of her grief: and Arabella, after having said every thing she
could think on to alleviate her affliction, earnestly entreated her to
accept of an asylum at her house; where she should be treated with all
the respect due to her illustrious birth.

The afflicted lady, though she respectfully declined this offer, yet
expressed a great desire of commencing a strict amity with our fair
heroine, who, on her part, made her the most tender protestations of
friendship.

The evening being almost closed, they parted with great reluctancy on
both sides; mutually promising to meet in the same place the next day.

Cynecia having enjoined her new friend to absolute secrecy, Arabella
was under a necessity of keeping this adventure to herself. And though
she longed to tell Mr. Glanville, who came to visit her the next day,
that the countess was extremely mistaken, when she maintained there
were no more wandering princesses in the world, yet the engagement she
had submitted to kept her silent.

Chapter V.

_A very mysterious chapter._

Arabella, who impatiently longed for the hour of meeting the fair
princess, with whom she was extremely delighted, consulted her watch
so often, and discovered so much restlessness and anxiety, that Mr.
Glanville began to be surprised; and the more, as she peremptorily
commanded him not to attend her in her evening walk. This prohibition,
which, though he durst not dispute, he secretly resolved to disobey;
and as soon as she set out for the park with her usual attendants,
he slipped out by a back-door, and keeping her in his sight, himself
unseen, he ventured to watch her motions.

As he had expected to unravel some great mystery, he was agreeably
disappointed to find she continued her walk in the park with great
composure; and though she was soon joined by the imaginary princess,
yet conceiving her to be some young lady with whom she had commenced
an acquaintance at Richmond, his heart was at rest; and for fear of
displeasing her, he took a contrary path from that she was in, that he
might not meet her, yet resolved to stay till he thought she would be
inclined to return, and then show himself, and conduct her home;--a
solicitude for which he did not imagine she need be offended.

The two ladies being met, after reciprocal compliments, the princess
entreated Arabella to relate her adventures; who not being willing to
violate the laws of romance, which require an unbounded confidence upon
these occasions, began very succinctly to recount the history of her
life; which, as she managed it, contained events almost as romantic and
incredible as any in her romances; winding them up with a confession
that she did not hate Mr. Glanville, whom she acknowledged to be one of
the most faithful and zealous of lovers.

Cynecia, with a sigh, congratulated her upon the fidelity of a lover,
who by her description, was worthy the place he possessed in her
esteem; and expressing a wish that she could see, unobserved by him,
this gallant and generous person, Arabella, who that moment espied him
at a distance, yet advancing towards them, told her, with a blush that
overspread all her face, that her curiosity might be satisfied in the
manner she wished: for yonder, added she, is the person we have been
talking of.

Cynecia, at these words, looking towards the place where her fair
friend had directed; no sooner cast her eyes upon Mr. Glanville, than
giving a loud cry, she sunk into the arms of Arabella, who, astonished
and perplexed as she was, eagerly held them out to support her.

Finding her in a swoon, she dispatched Lucy, who was near her, to look
for some water to throw in her face; but that lady, breathing a deep
sigh, opened her languishing eyes, and fixing a melancholy look upon
Arabella--

Ah! madam, said she, wonder not at my affliction and surprise, since in
the person of your lover I behold the ungrateful Ariamenes.

Oh Heavens! my fair princess, replied Arabella, what is it you say? Is
it possible Glanville can be Ariamenes?

He, cried the afflicted princess with a disordered accent, he whom
I now behold, and whom you call Glanville, was once Ariamenes, the
perjured, the ungrateful Ariamenes! Adieu, madam, I cannot bear his
sight; I will hide myself from the world for ever; nor need you fear
a rival or an enemy in the unfortunate Cynecia, who, if possible,
will cease to love the unfaithful Ariamenes, and will never hate the
beautiful Arabella.

Saying this, without giving her time to answer, she took hold of her
confidante by the arm, and went away with so much swiftness, that
she was out of sight before Arabella was enough recovered from her
astonishment to be able to entreat her stay.

Our charming heroine, ignorant till now of the true state of her heart,
was surprised to find it assaulted at once by all the passions which
attend disappointed love. Grief, rage, jealousy, and despair made so
cruel a war in her gentle bosom, that, unable either to express or to
conceal the strong emotions with which she was agitated, she gave way
to a violent burst of tears, leaning her head upon Lucy's shoulder,
who wept as heartily as her lady, though ignorant of the cause of her
affliction.

Mr. Glanville, who was now near enough to take notice of her posture,
came running with eager haste to see what was the matter; when
Arabella, roused from her ecstasy of grief by the sound of his steps,
lifted up her head, and seeing him approach--

Lucy, cried she, trembling with the violence of her resentment, tell
that traitor to keep out of my sight. Tell him, I forbid him ever to
appear before me again. And, tell him, added she, with a sigh that
shook her whole tender frame, all the blood in his body is too little
to wash away his guilt, or to pacify my indignation.

Then hastily turning away, she ran towards her other attendants, who
were at some distance; and joining her women, proceeded directly home.

Mr. Glanville, amazed at this action, was making after her as fast as
he could, when Lucy, crossing in his way, cried out to him to stop.

My lady, said she, bid me tell you, traitor----

Hey-day! interrupted Glanville, what the devil does the girl mean?

Pray, sir, said she, let me deliver my message: I shall forget, if you
speak to me till I have said it all--Stay, let me see, what comes next?

No more traitor, I hope, said Glanville.

No, sir, said Lucy; but there was something about washing in blood, and
you must keep out of her sight, and not appear before the nation----Oh
dear! I have forgot it half: my lady was in such a piteous taking, I
forgot it, I believe, as soon as she said it. What shall I do?----

No matter, said Glanville, I'll overtake her, and ask----

No, no, sir, said Lucy, pray don't do that, sir, my lady will be very
angry: I'll venture to ask her to tell me over again, and come back and
let you know it.

But tell me, replied Glanville, was any thing the matter with your
lady? She was in a piteous taking, you say?

Oh dear! yes, sir, said Lucy; but I was not bid to say any thing about
that. To be sure, my lady did cry sadly, and sighed as if her heart
would break; but I don't know what was the matter with her.

Well, said Glanville, excessively shocked at this intelligence, go to
your lady: I am going home--You may bring me her message to my own
apartment.

Lucy did as she was desired; and Mr. Glanville, impatient as he was
to unravel the mystery, yet dreading lest his presence should make
Arabella be guilty of some extravagance before the servants who were
with her, he followed slowly after her, resolving, if possible, to
procure a private interview with the lovely visionary, for whose
sorrow, though he suspected it was owing to some ridiculous cause, he
could not help being affected.

Chapter VI.

_Not much plainer than the former._

Arabella, who had walked as fast as her legs would carry her, got home
before Lucy could overtake her, and retiring to her chamber, gave way
to a fresh burst of grief, and bewailed the infidelity of Glanville in
terms befitting a Clelia or Mandana.

As soon as she saw Lucy enter, she started from her chair with great
emotion.

Thou comest, said she, I know, to intercede for that ungrateful man,
whose infidelity I am weak enough to lament; but open not thy mouth, I
charge thee, in his defence.

No, indeed, madam, said Lucy.

Nor bring me any account of his tears, his desperation, or his despair,
said Arabella, since questionless he will feign them all to deceive me.

Here Glanville, who had watched Lucy's coming, and had followed her
into Arabella's apartment, appeared at the door.

Oh Heavens! cried Arabella, lifting up her fine eyes, can it be that
this disloyal man, unawed by the discovery of his guilt, again presumes
to approach me!----

Dearest cousin, said Glanville, what is the meaning of all this?--How
have I disobliged you?--What is my offence? I beseech you, tell me.

Ask the inconstant Ariamenes[1], replied Arabella, the offence of the
ungrateful Glanville. The betrayer of Cynecia can best answer that
question to the deceiver of Arabella; and the guilt of the one can only
be compared to the crimes of the other.

Good God! interrupted Mr. Glanville, fretting excessively, what am I to
understand by all this? On my soul, madam, I don't know the meaning of
one word you say.

Oh dissembler! said Arabella, is it thus that thou wouldest impose upon
my credulity? Does not the name of Ariamenes make thee tremble then?
And canst thou hear that of Cynecia without confusion?

Dear Lady Bella, said Glanville smiling, what are these names to me?

False man, interrupted Arabella, dost thou presume to sport with
thy crimes then? Are not the treacheries of Ariamenes the crimes of
Glanville? Could Ariamenes be false to the princess of Gaul, and can
Glanville be innocent towards Arabella?

Mr. Glanville, who had never heard her, in his opinion, talk so
ridiculously before, was so amazed at the incomprehensible stuff she
uttered with so much emotion, that he began to fear her intellects were
really touched. This thought gave him a concern that spread itself in
a moment over his countenance. He gazed on her with a fixed attention,
dreading, yet wishing she would speak again; equally divided between
his hopes that her next speech would remove his suspicion, and his
fears, that it might more confirm it.

Arabella, taking notice of his pensive posture, turned away her head,
lest, by beholding him, she should relent, and treat him with less
severity than she had intended; making at the same time a sign to him
to be gone.

Indeed, Lady Bella, said Glanville, who understood her perfectly well,
I cannot leave you in this temper. I must know how I have been so
unfortunate as to offend you.

Arabella, no longer able to contain herself, burst into tears at this
question: with one hand she made repeated signs to him to be gone, with
the other she held her handkerchief to her eyes, vexed and ashamed of
her weakness.

But Mr. Glanville, excessively shocked at this sight, instead of
leaving her, threw himself on his knees before her, and taking her
hand, which he tenderly pressed to his lips--

Good God! my dearest cousin, said he, how you distract me by this
behaviour! Sure something extraordinary must be the matter. What can it
be that thus afflicts you?--Am I the cause of these tears?--Can I have
offended you so much?--Speak, dear madam--Let me know my crime. Yet may
I perish if I am conscious of any towards you----

Disloyal man, said Arabella, disengaging her hand from his, does then
the crime of Ariamenes seem so light in thy apprehension, that thou
canst hope to be thought innocent by Arabella? No, no, ungrateful man,
the unfortunate Cynecia shall have no cause to say that I will triumph
in her spoils. I myself will be the minister of her revenge; and
Glanville shall suffer for the crime of Ariamenes.

Who the devil is this Ariamenes? cried Glanville, rising in a passion.
And why am I to suffer for his crime, pray? For Heaven's sake, dear
cousin, don't let your imagination wander thus. Upon my soul, I don't
believe there is any such person as Ariamenes in the world.

Vile equivocator, said Arabella; Ariamenes, though dead to Cynecia, is
alive to the deluded Arabella. The crimes of Ariamenes are the guilt
of Glanville: and if the one has made himself unworthy of the princess
of Gaul, by his perfidy and ingratitude, the other by his baseness and
deceit, merits nothing but contempt and detestation from Arabella.

Frenzy, by my soul, cried Glanville mutteringly between his teeth: this
is downright frenzy. What shall I do?----

Hence, from my presence, resumed Arabella, false and ungrateful
man; persecute me no more with the hateful offers of thy love. From
this moment I banish thee from my thoughts for ever; and neither as
Glanville or as Ariamenes will I ever behold thee more.

Stay, dear cousin, said Glanville holding her (for she was endeavouring
to rush by him, unwilling he should see the tears that had overspread
her face as she pronounced those words): hear me, I beg you, but one
word. Who is it you mean by Ariamenes?--Is it me?--Tell me, madam, I
beseech you--This is some horrid mistake--You have been imposed upon by
some villainous artifice--Speak, dear Lady Bella--Is it me you mean by
Ariamenes? For so your last words seemed to hint.----

Arabella, without regarding what he said, struggled violently to force
her hand from his: and finding him still earnest to detain her, told
him with an enraged voice, that she would call for help, if he did not
unhand her directly.

Poor Glanville, at this menace, submissively dropped her hand; and the
moment she was free, she flew out of the room, and locking herself up
in her closet, sent her commands to him by one of her women, whom she
called to her, to leave her apartment immediately.

[1] This enigmatical way of speaking upon such occasions, is of great
use in the voluminous French romances; since the doubt and confusion it
is the cause of, both to the accused and accuser, gives rise to a great
number of succeeding mistakes, and consequently adventures.

Chapter VII.

_Containing indeed no great matters, but being a prelude to greater._

Mr. Glanville, who stood fixed like a statue in the place where
Arabella had left him, was roused by this message, which though
palliated a little by the girl that delivered it, who was not quite
so punctual as Lucy, nevertheless filled him with extreme confusion.
He obeyed however immediately, and retiring to his own apartment,
endeavoured to recall to his memory all Lady Bella had said.

The ambiguity of her style, which had led him into a suspicion he had
never entertained before, her last words had partly explained, if, as
he understood she did, she meant him by Ariamenes. Taking this for
granted, he easily conceived some plot grounded on her romantic notions
had been laid, to prepossess her against him.

Sir George's behaviour to her rushed that moment into his thoughts: he
instantly recollected all his fooleries, his history, his letter, his
conversation, all apparently copied from those books she was so fond
of, and probably done with a view to some other design upon her.

These reflections, joined to his new-awakened suspicions that he was
in love with her, convinced him he was the author of their present
misunderstanding; and that he had imposed some new fallacy upon
Arabella, in order to promote a quarrel between them.

Fired almost to madness at this thought, he stamped about his room,
vowing revenge upon Sir George, execrating romances, and cursing his
own stupidity, for not discovering Sir George was his rival, and,
knowing his plotting talent, not providing against his artifices.

His first resolutions were, to set out immediately for Sir George's
seat, and force him to confess the part he had acted against him: but
a moment's consideration convinced him, that was not the most probable
place to find him in, since it was much more likely he was waiting the
success of his schemes in London, or perhaps at Richmond.

Next to satiating his vengeance, the pleasure of detecting him in such
a manner, that he could not possibly deny or palliate his guilt, was
next his heart.

He resolved therefore to give it out that he was gone to London, to
make Lady Bella believe it was in obedience to her commands that he
had left her, with a purpose not to return till he had cleared his
innocence; but, in reality, to conceal himself in his own apartment,
and see what effects his reputed absence would produce.

Having thus taken his resolution, he sent for Mr. Roberts, his father's
steward, to whose care he had entrusted Lady Bella in her retirement,
and acquainting him with part of his apprehensions with regard to Sir
George's attempts upon his cousin; he imparted to him his design of
staying concealed there, in order to discover more effectually those
attempts, and to preserve Lady Bella from any consequence of them.

Mr. Roberts approved of his design; and assured him of his vigilance
and care, both in concealing his stay, and also in giving him notice of
every thing that passed.

Mr. Glanville then wrote a short billet to Arabella, expressing his
grief for her displeasure, his departure in obedience to her orders,
and his resolution not to appear in her presence till he could give her
convincing proofs of his innocence.

This letter he sent by Roberts, which Arabella condescended to read,
but would return no answer.

Mr. Glanville then mounting his horse, which Roberts had ordered to be
got ready, rode away, and leaving him at a house he sometimes put up
at, returned on foot, and was let in by Mr. Roberts at the garden-door,
and conducted unseen to his chamber.

While he passed that night, and great part of the next day, meditating
on the treachery of Sir George, and soothing his uneasiness with the
hopes of revenge; Arabella, no less disquieted, mused on the infidelity
of her lover, the despair of Cynecia, and the impossibility of her ever
being happy. Then ransacking her memory for instances in her romances
of ladies equally unfortunate with herself, she would sometimes compare
herself to one lady, sometimes to another, adapting their sentiments,
and making use of their language in her complaints.

Great part of the day being spent in this manner, the uneasy
restlessness of her mind made her wish to see Cynecia again. She longed
to ask her a hundred questions about the unfaithful Ariamenes, which
the suddenness of her departure, and her own astonishment prevented her
from doing, when she made that fatal discovery, which had cost her so
much uneasiness.

Sometimes a faint hope would arise in her mind that Cynecia might be
mistaken, through the great resemblance that possibly was between
Ariamenes and Glanville.

She remembered that Mandana had been deceived by the likeness of Cyrus
to Spitridates; and concluded that illustrious prince inconstant,
because Spitridates, whom she took for Cyrus, saw her carried away
without offering to rescue her.

Dwelling with eagerness upon this thought, because it afforded her a
temporary relief from others more tormenting, she resolved to go to
the park, though she had but little hopes of finding Cynecia there;
supposing it but too probable that the disturbance which the sight, or
fancied sight, of Ariamenes had given her, would confine her for some
days to her chamber. Yet however small the probability was of meeting
with her, she could not resist the impatient desire she felt of going
to seek her.

Dispensing therefore with the attendance of any other servant but Lucy,
she left her apartment, with a design of resuming her usual walk, when
she was met, at her stepping out of the door, by Lady L----'s three
daughters (who had visited her during her residence at Richmond) and
another young lady.

These ladies, who to vary the scene of their rural diversions, were
going to cross over to Twickenham, and walk there, pressed Lady Bella
to accompany them. Our melancholy heroine refused them at first; but
upon their repeated importunity, recollecting that the princess of Gaul
had informed her she resided there, she consented to go, in hopes some
favourable chance might bring her in their way, or discover the place
of her retreat, when she could easily find some excuse for leaving her
companions, and going to her.

Mr. Roberts, who according to his instructions, narrowly watched
Arabella's motions, finding she did not command his attendance as
usual, resolved however to be privately of this party. He had but just
time to run up and acquaint Mr. Glanville, and then followed the ladies
at a distance, who taking boat, passed over to Twickenham, which he
also did as soon as he saw them landed.

Chapter VIII.

_Which acquaints the reader with two very extraordinary accidents._

Mr. Glanville, who did not doubt but Roberts would bring him some
intelligence, sat waiting with anxious impatience for his return. The
evening drew on apace, he numbered the hours, and began to grow uneasy
at Arabella's long stay. His chamber-window looking into the garden,
he thought he saw his cousin, covered with her veil as usual, hasten
down one of the walks. His heart leaped at this transient view: he
threw up the sash, and looking out, saw her very plainly strike into a
cross-walk, and a moment after saw Sir George, who came out of a little
summer-house, at her feet. Transported with rage at this sight, he
snatched up his sword, flew down the stairs into the garden, and came
running like a madman up the walk in which the lovers were. The lady
observing him first, for Sir George's back was towards him, shrieked
aloud, and not knowing what she did, ran towards the house, crying for
help, and came back as fast, yet not time enough to prevent mischief:
for Mr. Glanville, actuated by an irresistible fury, cried out to Sir
George to defend himself, who had but just time to draw his sword and
make an ineffectual pass at Mr. Glanville, when he received his into
his body, and fell to the ground.

Mr. Glanville losing his resentment insensibly, at the sight of his
rival's blood, threw down his sword, and endeavoured to support him;
while the lady, who had lost her veil in her running, and to the great
astonishment of Mr. Glanville, proved to be his sister, came up to
them, with tears and exclamations, blaming herself for all that had
happened. Mr. Glanville, with a heart throbbing with remorse for what
he had done, gazed on his sister with an accusing look, as she hung
over the wounded baronet with streaming eyes, sometimes wringing her
hands, then clasping them together in an agony of grief.

Sir George having strength enough left to observe her disorder, and the
generous concern of Glanville, who, holding him in his arms, entreated
his sister to send for proper assistance, Dear Charles, said he, you
are too kind, I have used you very ill, I have deserved my death from
your hand--You know not what I have been base enough to practise
against you----If I can but live to clear your innocence to Lady
Bella, and free you from the consequences of this action, I shall die
satisfied--

His strength failing him at these words, he fainted away in Mr.
Glanville's arms; who though now convinced of his treachery, was
extremely shocked at the condition he saw him in.

Miss Glanville renewing her tears and exclamations at this sight, he
was obliged to lay Sir George gently upon the ground, and ran to find
out somebody to send for a surgeon, and to help him to convey him into
the house.

In his way he was met by Mr. Roberts, who was coming to seek him; and
with a look of terror and confusion told him, Lady Bella was brought
home extremely ill--that her life had been in danger, and that she was
but just recovered from a terrible fainting fit.

Mr. Glanville, though greatly alarmed at this news, forgot not to take
all possible care of Sir George; directing Roberts to get some person
to carry him into the house, and giving him orders to procure proper
assistance, flew to Lady Bella's apartment.

Her women had just put her to bed, raving as in a strong delirium.
Mr. Glanville approached her, and finding she was in a violent fever,
dispatched a man and horse immediately to town, to get physicians, and
to acquaint his father with what had happened.

Mr. Roberts, upon the surgeon's report that Sir George was not mortally
wounded, came to inform him of this good news; but he found him
incapable of listening to him, and in agonies not to be expressed. It
was with difficulty they forced him out of Arabella's chamber into his
own; where throwing himself upon his bed, he refused to see or speak to
any body, till he was told Sir Charles and the physicians were arrived.

He then ran eagerly to hear their opinions of his beloved cousin, which
he soon discovered, by their significant gestures and half-pronounced
words, to be very bad. They comforted him however, with hopes that she
might recover; and insisting upon her being kept very quiet, obliged
him to quit the room. While all the necessary methods were taken to
abate the violence of the disease, Sir Charles, who had been informed
by his steward of his son's duel with Sir George, was amazed to the
last degree at two such terrible accidents.

Having seen his son to his chamber, and recommended him to be patient
and composed, he went to visit the young baronet; and was not a little
surprised to find his daughter sitting at his bed's head, with all the
appearance of a violent affliction.

Indeed Miss Glanville's cares were so wholly engrossed by Sir George,
that she hardly ever thought of her cousin Arabella, and had just
stepped into her chamber while the surgeons were dressing Sir George's
wound, and renewed her attendance upon him as soon as that was over.

Miss Glanville, however, thought proper to make some trifling excuses
to her father for her solicitude about Sir George. And the young
baronet, on whom the fear of death produced its usual effects, and
made him extremely concerned for the errors of his past life, and very
desirous of atoning for them, if possible, assured Sir Charles, that
if he lived he would offer himself to his acceptance for a son-in-law;
declaring that he had basely trifled with the esteem of his daughter,
but that she had wholly subdued him to herself by her forgiving
tenderness.

Sir Charles was very desirous of knowing the occasion of his quarrel
with his son, but Sir George was too weak to hold any further
conversation; upon which Sir Charles, after a short visit retired,
taking Miss Glanville along with him.

That the reader, whose imagination is no doubt upon the stretch to
conceive the meaning of these two extraordinary incidents, may be left
no longer in suspense, we think proper to explain them both in the
following chapter, that we may in the next pursue our history without
interruption.

Chapter IX.

_Which will be found to contain information absolutely necessary for
the right understanding of this history._

Our fair and afflicted heroine, accompanied by the ladies we have
mentioned, having crossed the river, pursued their walk upon its
winding banks, entertaining themselves with the usual topics of
conversation among young ladies, such as their winnings and losings at
brag, the prices of silks, the newest fashions, the best hair-cutter,
the scandal at the last assembly, &c.

Arabella was so disgusted with this (as she thought) insipid discourse,
which gave no relief to the anxiety of her mind, but added a kind of
fretfulness and impatience to her grief, that she resolved to quit
them, and with Lucy, go in quest of the princess of Gaul's retreat.

The ladies, however, insisted upon her not leaving them; and her excuse
that she was going in search of an unfortunate unknown, for whom she
had vowed a friendship, made them all immediately resolve to accompany
her, extremely diverted with the oddity of the design, and sacrificing
her to their mirth by sly leers, whispers, stifled laughs, and a
thousand little sprightly sallies, which the disconsolate Arabella took
no notice of, so deeply were her thoughts engaged.

Though she knew not which way to direct her steps, yet concluding
the melancholy Cynecia would certainly choose some very solitary
place for her residence, she rambled about among the least frequented
paths, followed by the young ladies, who ardently desired to see this
unfortunate unknown; though, at Arabella's earnest request, they
promised not to show themselves to the lady, who, she informed them,
for very urgent reasons, was obliged to keep herself concealed.

Fatiguing as this ramble was to the delicate spirits of Arabella's
companions, they were enabled to support it by the diversion her
behaviour afforded them.

Every peasant she met, she enquired if a beautiful lady disguised did
not dwell somewhere thereabout.

To some she gave a description of her person, to others an account
of the domestics that were with her; not forgetting her dress, her
melancholy, and the great care she took to keep herself concealed.

These strange enquiries, with the strange language in which they were
made, not a little surprised the good people to whom she addressed
herself; yet moved to respect by the majestic loveliness of her person,
they answered her in the negative, without any mixture of scoff and
impertinence.

How unfavourable is chance, said Arabella, fretting at the
disappointment, to persons who have any reliance upon it! This lady
that I have been in search of so long without success, may probably be
found by others who do not seek her, whose presence she may wish to
avoid, yet not be able.

The young ladies finding it grow late, expressed their apprehensions
at being without any attendants; and desired Arabella to give over
her search for that day. Arabella at this hint of danger, enquired
very earnestly, if they apprehended any attempts to carry them away?
And without staying for an answer, urged them to walk home as fast as
possible, apologizing for the danger into which she had so indiscreetly
drawn both them and herself; yet added her hopes, that, if any attempt
should be made upon their liberty, some generous cavalier would pass by
who would rescue them: a thing so common, that they had no reason to
despair of it.

Arabella, construing the silence with which her companions heard
these assurances into a doubt of their being so favoured by fortune,
proceeded to inform them of several instances wherein ladies met with
unexpected relief and deliverance from ravishers.

She mentioned particularly the rescue of Statira by her own brother,
whom she imagined for many years dead; that of the princess Berenice
by an absolute stranger; and many others, whose names, characters and
adventures she occasionally ran over; all which the young ladies heard
with inconceivable astonishment. And the detail had such an effect
upon Arabella's imagination, bewildered as it was in the follies of
romances, that espying three or four horsemen riding along the road
towards them, she immediately concluded they would be all seized and
carried off.

Possessed with this belief, she uttered a loud cry, and flew to the
water-side; which alarming the ladies, who could not imagine what was
the matter, they ran after her as fast as possible.

Arabella stopped when she came to the water-side, and looking round
about, and not perceiving any boat to waft them over to Richmond, a
thought suddenly darted into her mind, worthy those ingenious books
which gave it birth.

Turning therefore to the ladies, who all at once were enquiring the
cause of her fright--

It is now, my fair companions, said she, with a solemn accent, that the
Destinies have furnished you with an opportunity of displaying in a
manner truly heroic, the sublimity of your virtue, and the grandeur of
your courage to the world.

The action we have it in our power to perform will immortalize our
fame, and raise us to a pitch of glory equal to that of the renowned
Clelia herself.

Like her, we may expect statues erected to our honour; like her,
be proposed as patterns to heroines in ensuing ages; and like her,
perhaps, meet with sceptres and crowns for our reward.

What that beauteous Roman lady performed to preserve herself from
violation by the impious Sextus, let us imitate, to avoid the violence
our intended ravishers yonder come to offer us.

Fortune, which has thrown us into this exigence, presents us the means
of gloriously escaping; and the admiration and esteem of all ages to
come, will be the recompence of our noble daring.

Once more, my fair companions, if your honour be dear to you, if an
immortal glory be worth your seeking, follow the example I shall set
you, and equal with me the Roman Clelia.

Saying this, she plunged into the Thames, intending to swim over it, as
Clelia did the Tyber.

The young ladies, who had listened with silent astonishment at the
long speech she had made them, the purport of which not one of them
understood, screamed out aloud at this horrid spectacle, and wringing
their hands, ran backwards and forwards like distracted persons,
crying for help. Lucy tore her hair, and was in the utmost agony of
grief; when Mr. Roberts, who, as we have said before, kept them always
in sight, having observed Arabella running towards the water-side,
followed them as fast as he could, and came time enough up to see her
frantic action. Jumping into the river immediately after her, he caught
hold of her gown, and drew her after him to the shore. A boat that
instant appearing, he put her into it, senseless, and to all appearance
dead. He and Lucy supporting her, they were wafted over in a few
moments to the other side. Her house being near the river, Mr. Roberts
carried her in his arms to it; and as soon as he saw her show signs of
returning life, left her to the care of the women, who made haste to
put her into a warm bed, and ran to find out Mr. Glanville, as we have
related.

There remains now only to account for Sir George and Miss Glanville's
sudden appearance, which happened, gentle reader, exactly as follows.

Miss Glanville having set out pretty late in the afternoon, with a
design of staying all night at Richmond, as her chaise drove up Kew
Lane, saw one of her cousin's women, Deborah by name, talking to a
gentleman, whom, notwithstanding the disguise of a horseman's coat, and
a hat slouched over his face, she knew to be Sir George Bellmour.

This sight alarming her jealousy, and renewing all her former
suspicions that her cousin's charms rivalled hers in his heart, as soon
as she alighted, finding Arabella was not at home, she retired in great
anguish of mind to her chamber, revolving in her mind every particular
of Sir George's behaviour to her cousin in the country; and finding new
cause for suspicion in every thing she recollected, and reflecting upon
the disguise in which she saw him, and his conference with her woman,
she concluded herself had all along been the dupe of his artifice, and
her cousin the real object of his love.

This thought throwing her into an extremity of rage, all her tenderest
emotions were lost in the desire of revenge. She imagined to herself so
much pleasure from exposing his treachery, and putting it out of his
power to deny it, that she resolved, whatever it cost her, to have that
satisfaction.

Supposing therefore Deborah was now returned, she rung her bell, and
commanded her attendance on her in her chamber.

The stern brow with which she received her, frightened the girl,
conscious of her guilt, into a disposition to confess all, even before
she was taxed with any thing.

Miss Glanville saw her terror, and endeavoured to heighten it, by
entering at once into complaints and exclamations against her,
threatening to acquaint her father with her plots to betray her lady,
and assuring her of a very severe punishment for her treachery.

The girl, terrified extremely at these menaces, begged Miss Glanville,
with tears, to forgive her, and not to acquaint Sir Charles or her lady
with her fault; adding, that she would confess all, and never while she
lived, do such a thing again.

Miss Glanville would make her no promises, but urged her to confess:
upon which Deborah, sobbing, owned, that for the sake of the presents
Sir George had made her, she consented to meet him privately from time
to time, and give him an account of every thing that passed with regard
to her lady; not thinking there was any harm in it. That according to
his desires, she had constantly acquainted him with all her lady's
motions, when, and where she went, how she and Mr. Glanville agreed,
and a hundred other things which he enquired about. That that day
in particular, he had entreated her to procure him the means of an
interview with her lady, if possible; and understanding Mr. Glanville
was not at Richmond, she had let him privately into the garden, where
she hoped to prevail upon her lady to go.

What! said Miss Glanville, surprised, is Sir George waiting for my
cousin in the garden then?

Yes, indeed, madam, said Deborah: but I'll go and tell him to wait no
longer; and never speak to him again, if your ladyship will but be
pleased to forgive me.

Miss Glanville having taken her resolution, not only promised Deborah
her pardon, but also a reward, provided she would contrive it so, that
she might meet Sir George instead of her cousin.

The girl, having the true chambermaid spirit of intrigue in her,
immediately proposed her putting on one of her lady's veils; which as
it was now the close of the evening, would disguise her sufficiently;
to which Miss Glanville, transported with the thoughts of thus having
an opportunity of convincing Sir George of his perfidy, and reproaching
him for it, consented, and bid her bring it without being observed into
her chamber.

Deborah informing her, that Sir George was concealed in the
summer-house, as soon as she had equipped herself with Arabella's veil,
she went into the walk that led to it; and Sir George, believing her
to be that lady, hastened to throw himself at her feet, and had scarce
got through half a speech he had studied for the purpose, when Mr.
Glanville gave a fatal interruption to his heroics, in the manner we
have already related.

Chapter X.

_A short chapter indeed, but full of matter._

Richmond was now a scene of the utmost confusion and distress.
Arabella's fever was risen to such a height, that she was given over
by the physicians; and Sir George's wounds, though not judged mortal
at first, yet by the great effusion of blood had left him in so weak a
condition, that he was thought to be in great danger.

Sir Charles, almost distracted with the fears of the consequences of
Sir George's death, entreated his son to quit the kingdom; but Mr.
Glanville, protesting he would rather die than leave Arabella in that
illness, he was obliged to give bail for his appearance, in case Sir
George died: this affair, notwithstanding all endeavours to prevent it,
having made a great noise.

Poor Sir Charles, oppressed as he was with the weight of all these
calamities, was yet obliged to labour incessantly to keep up the
spirits of his son and daughter. The settled despair of the one,
and the silent swelling grief of the other, cut him to the heart.
He omitted no arguments his paternal affection suggested to him, to
moderate their affliction. Mr. Glanville often endeavoured to assume
a composure he was very far from feeling, in order to satisfy his
father. But Miss Glanville, looking upon herself to be the cause of Sir
George's misfortune, declared she should be miserable all her life, if
he died.

Arabella in her lucid intervals, being sensible of her danger, prepared
for death, with great piety and constancy of mind, having solemnly
assured Mr. Glanville of her forgiveness, who would not at that time
enter into an explanation of the affair which had given her offence,
for fear of perplexing her. She permitted his presence often in her
chamber, and desired with great earnestness the assistance of some
worthy divine in her preparations for death. The pious and learned
doctor ----, at Sir Charles's intimation of his niece's desire, came
constantly twice a day to attend her. Her fever, by a favourable
crisis, and the great skill of her physicians, left her in a fortnight;
but this violent distemper had made such a ravage in her delicate
constitution, and reduced her so low, that there seemed very little
probability of her recovery. Doctor ----, in whom her unfeigned
piety, her uncommon firmness of mind, had created a great esteem and
tenderness for her, took all opportunities of comforting, exhorting,
and praying by her. The occasion of her illness being the subject of
every body's conversation at Richmond, he gently hinted it to her, and
urged her to explain her reasons for so extravagant an action.

In the divine frame Arabella was then in, this action appeared to
her rash and vain-glorious, and she acknowledged it to be so to her
pious monitor: yet she related the motives which induced her to
it, the danger she was in of being carried away, the parity of her
circumstances then with Clelia, and her emulous desire of doing as much
to preserve her honour as that renowned Roman lady did for hers.

The good doctor was extremely surprised at this discourse: he was
beginning to think her again delirious; but Arabella added to this
account such sensible reasoning on the nature of that fondness for
fame, which prompted her to so rash an undertaking, that the doctor
left her in strange embarrassment, not knowing how to account for a
mind at once so enlightened, and so ridiculous.

Mr. Glanville meeting him as he came out of her chamber, the doctor
took this opportunity to acknowledge the difficulties Arabella's
inconsistent discourse had thrown him into. Mr. Glanville taking
him into his own apartment, explained the nature of that seeming
inconsistency, and expatiated at large upon the disorders romances had
occasioned in her imagination; several instances of which he recounted,
and filled the doctor with the greatest astonishment and concern. He
lamented pathetically the ruin such a ridiculous study had brought on
so noble a mind; and assured Mr. Glanville he would spare no endeavours
to rescue it from so shocking a delusion.

Mr. Glanville thanked him for his good design, with a transport which
his fears of his cousin's danger almost mingled with tears; and the
doctor and he agreed to expect for some few days longer an alteration
for the better in the health of her body, before he attempted the cure
of her mind. Mr. Glanville's extreme anxiety had made him in appearance
neglect the repentant Sir George, contenting himself with constantly
sending twice a day to enquire after his health, but had not yet
visited him.

No sooner had the physicians declared that Arabella was no longer in
danger, than his mind being freed from that tormenting load of suspense
under which it had laboured while her recovery was yet doubtful, he
went to Sir George's chamber, who by reason of his weakness, though he
was also upon the recovery, still kept his bed.

Sir George, though he ardently wished to see him, yet conscious of
the injuries he had both done and designed him, could not receive his
visit without extreme confusion: but entering into the cause of their
quarrel, as soon as he was able to speak, he freely acknowledged his
fault, and all the steps he had taken to supplant him in Arabella's
affection.

Mr. Glanville understanding by this means, that he had bribed a young
actress to personate a princess forsaken by him; and had taught her
all that heap of absurdity with which she had imposed upon Arabella,
as has been related, desired only by way of reparation, that when
his cousin was in a condition to be spoken to upon that subject, he
would condescend to own the fraud to her; which Sir George faithfully
promising, an act of oblivion passed on Mr. Glanville's side for all
former injuries, and a solemn assurance from Sir George of inviolable
friendship for the future. An assurance, however, which Mr. Glanville
would willingly have dispensed with: for though not of a vindictive
temper, it was one of his maxims, that a man who had once betrayed him,
it would be an error in policy ever to trust again.

Chapter XI.

_Being, in the author's opinion, the best chapter in this history._

The good divine, who had the cure of Arabella's mind greatly at heart,
no sooner perceived that the health of her body was almost restored,
and that he might talk to her without the fear of any inconvenience,
than he introduced the subject of her throwing herself into the river,
which he had before lightly touched upon, and still declared himself
dissatisfied with.

Arabella, now more disposed to defend this point than when languishing
under the pressure of pain and dejection of mind, endeavoured by
arguments founded upon romantic heroism, to prove, that it was not
only reasonable and just, but also great and glorious, and exactly
conformable to the rules of heroic virtue.

The doctor listened to her with a mixed emotion, between pity,
reverence, and amazement: and though in the performance of his
office he had been accustomed to accommodate his notions to every
understanding, and had therefore accumulated a great variety of topics
and illustrations; yet he found himself now engaged in a controversy
for which he was not so well prepared as he imagined, and was at a loss
for some leading principle, by which he might introduce his reasonings,
and begin his confutation.

Though he saw much to praise in her discourse, he was afraid of
confirming her obstinacy by commendation: and though he also found much
to blame, he dreaded to give pain to a delicacy he revered.

Perceiving however, that Arabella was silent, as if expecting his
reply, he resolved not to bring upon himself the guilt of abandoning
her to her mistake, and the necessity of speaking forced him to find
something to say.

Though it is not easy, madam, said he, for any one that has the honour
of conversing with your ladyship to preserve his attention free to any
other idea than such as your discourse tends immediately to impress,
yet I have not been able while you was speaking, to refrain from some
very mortifying reflections on the imperfection of all human happiness,
and the uncertain consequences of all those advantages which we think
ourselves not only at liberty to desire, but obliged to cultivate.

Though I have known some dangers and distresses, replied Arabella
gravely, yet I did not imagine myself such a mirror of calamity as
could not be seen without concern. If my life has not been eminently
fortunate, it has yet escaped the great evils of persecution,
captivity, shipwrecks and dangers to which many ladies, far more
illustrious both by birth and merit than myself, have been exposed.
And indeed though I have sometimes raised envy, or possibly incurred
hatred, yet I have no reason to believe I was ever beheld with pity
before.

The doctor saw he had not introduced his discourse in the most
acceptable manner; but it was too late to repent.

Let me not, madam, said he, be censured before I have fully explained
my sentiments.

That you have been envied I can readily believe: for who that gives
way to natural passions has not reason to envy the Lady Arabella? But
that you have been hated, I am indeed less willing to think, though I
know how easily the greater part of mankind hate those by whom they are
excelled.

If the misery of my condition, replied Arabella, has been able to
excite that melancholy your first words seemed to imply, flattery will
contribute very little towards the improvement of it. Nor do I expect
from the severity of the sacerdotal character, any of those praises,
which I hear perhaps with too much pleasure, from the rest of the world.

Having been so lately on the brink of that state, in which all
distinctions but that of goodness are destroyed, I have not recovered
so much levity but that I would yet rather hear instructions than
compliments.

If therefore you have observed in me any dangerous tenets, corrupt
passions, or criminal desires, I conjure you discover me to myself.
Let no false civility restrain your admonitions. Let me know this evil
which can strike a good man with horror, and which I dread the more, as
I do not feel it.

I cannot suppose that a man of your order would be alarmed at any other
misery than guilt: nor will I think so meanly of him whose direction
I have entreated, as to imagine he can think virtue unhappy, however
overwhelmed by disasters or oppression.

Keep me therefore no longer in suspense: I expect you will exert the
authority of your function, and I promise you on my part, sincerity and
submission.

The good man was now completely embarrassed; he saw his meaning
mistaken, but was afraid to explain it, lest he should seem to pay
court by a cowardly retraction: he therefore paused a little, and
Arabella supposed he was studying for such expressions as might convey
censure without offence.

Sir, said she, if you are not yet satisfied of my willingness to hear
your reproofs, let me evince my docility, by entreating you to consider
yourself as dispensed from all ceremony upon this occasion.

Your imaginations, madam, replied the doctor, are too quick for
language; you conjecture too soon what you do not wait to hear, and
reason upon suppositions which cannot be allowed you.

When I mentioned my reflections upon human misery, I was far from
concluding your ladyship miserable, compared with the rest of mankind;
and though contemplating the abstracted idea of possible felicity, I
thought that even you might be produced as an instance that it is not
attainable in this world, I did not impute the imperfection of your
state to wickedness, but intended to observe, that though even virtue
be added to external advantages, there will yet be something wanting to
happiness.

Whoever sees you, madam, will immediately say, that nothing can hinder
you from being the happiest of mortals, but want of power to understand
your own advantages. And whoever is admitted to your conversation,
will be convinced that you enjoy all that intellectual excellence
can confer; yet I see you harassed with innumerable terrors and
perplexities, which never disturb the peace of poverty or ignorance.

I cannot discover, said Arabella, how poverty or ignorance can be
privileged from casualty or violence; from the ravisher, the robber,
or the enemy. I should hope rather that if wealth and knowledge can
give nothing else, they at least confer judgment to foresee danger, and
power to oppose it.

They are not indeed, returned the doctor, secured against real
misfortunes, but they are happily defended from wild imaginations: they
do not suspect what cannot happen, nor figure ravishers at a distance,
and leap into rivers to escape them.

Do you suppose then, said Arabella, that I was frighted without cause?

It is certain, madam, replied he, that no injury was intended you.

Disingenuity, sir, said Arabella, does not become a clergyman--I
think too well of your understanding to imagine your fallacy deceives
yourself: why then should you hope that it will deceive me?

The laws of conference require that the terms of the question and
answer be the same.

I ask, if I had not cause to be frighted? Why then am I answered, that
no injury was intended?

Human beings cannot penetrate intentions, nor regulate their conduct
but by exterior appearances. And surely there was sufficient appearance
of intended injury, and that the greatest which my sex can suffer.

Why, madam, said the doctor, should you still persist in so wild an
assertion?

A coarse epithet, said Arabella, is no confutation. It rests upon
you to show, that in giving way to my fears, even supposing them
groundless, I departed from the character of a reasonable person.

I am afraid, replied the doctor, of a dispute with your ladyship;
not because I think myself in danger of defeat, but because being
accustomed to speak to scholars with scholastic ruggedness, I may
perhaps depart, in the heat of argument, from that respect to which you
have so great a right, and give offence to a person I am really afraid
to displease.

But if you will promise to excuse my ardour, I will endeavour to prove
that you have been frighted without reason.

I should be content, replied Arabella, to obtain truth upon harder
terms, and therefore entreat you to begin.

The apprehension of any future evil, madam, said the divine, which is
called terror, when the danger is from natural causes, and suspicion,
when it proceeds from a moral agent, must always arise from comparison.

We can judge of the future only by the past, and have therefore only
reason to fear or suspect, when we see the same causes in motion which
have formerly produced mischief, or the same measures taken as have
before been preparatory to a crime.

Thus, when the sailor in certain latitudes sees the clouds rise,
experience bids him expect a storm. When any monarch levies armies, his
neighbours prepare to repel an invasion.

This power of prognostication, may, by reading and conversation, be
extended beyond our own knowledge: and the great use of books, is that
of participating, without labour or hazard, the experience of others.

But upon this principle how can you find any reason for your late
fright?

Has it ever been known that a lady of your rank was attacked with such
intentions, in a place so public, without any preparations made by the
violator for defence or escape?

Can it be imagined that any man would so rashly expose himself to
infamy by failure, and to the gibbet by success?

Does there in the records of the world appear a single instance of such
hopeless villainy?

It is now time, sir, said Arabella, to answer your questions, before
they are too many to be remembered.

The dignity of my birth can very little defend me against an insult
to which the heiresses of great and powerful empires, the daughters
of valiant princes, and the wives of renowned monarchs, have been a
thousand times exposed.

The danger which you think so great, would hardly repel a determined
mind; for in effect, who would have attempted my rescue, seeing that no
knight or valiant cavalier was within view?

What then should have hindered him from placing me in a chariot?
Driving it into the pathless desert? And immuring me in a castle, among
woods and mountains? Or hiding me perhaps in the caverns of a rock? Or
confining me in some island of an immense lake?

From all this, madam, interrupted the clergyman, he is hindered by
impossibility.

He cannot carry you to any of these dreadful places, because there is
no such castle, desert, cavern, or lake.

You will pardon me, sir, said Arabella, if I recur to your own
principles:

You allow that experience may be gained by books: and certainly there
is no part of knowledge in which we are obliged to trust them more than
in descriptive geography.

The most restless activity in the longest life can survey but a small
part of the habitable globe: and the rest can only be known from the
report of others.

Universal negatives are seldom safe, and are least to be allowed when
the disputes are about objects of sense; where one position cannot be
inferred from another.

That there is a castle, any man who has seen it may safely affirm.
But you cannot, with equal reason, maintain that there is no castle,
because you have not seen it.

Why should I imagine that the face of the earth is altered since the
time of those heroines, who experienced so many changes of uncouth
captivity?

Castles, indeed, are the works of art; and are therefore subject to
decay. But lakes, and caverns, and deserts, must always remain.

And why, since you call for instances, should I not dread the
misfortunes which happened to the divine Clelia, who was carried to one
of the isles of the Thrasymenian lake?

Or those which befell the beautiful Candace, queen of Ethiopia, whom
the pirate Zenodorus wandered with on the seas?

Or the accidents which embittered the life of the incomparable
Cleopatra?

Or the persecutions which made that of the fair Elisa miserable?

Or, in fine, the various distresses of many other fair and virtuous
princesses: such as those which happened to Olympia, Bellamira,
Parisatis, Berenice, Amalazontha, Agione, Albysinda, Placidia, Arsinoe,
Deidamia, and a thousand others I could mention.

To the names of many of these illustrious sufferers I am an absolute
stranger, replied the doctor.

The rest I faintly remember some mention of in those contemptible
volumes with which children are sometimes injudiciously suffered to
amuse their imaginations; but which I little expected to hear quoted by
your ladyship in a serious discourse.

And though I am very far from catching occasions of resentment, yet I
think myself at liberty to observe, that if I merited your censure for
one indelicate epithet, we have engaged on very unequal terms, if I may
not likewise complain of such contemptuous ridicule as you are pleased
to exercise upon my opinions by opposing them with the authority of
scribblers, not only of fictions, but of senseless fictions; which at
once vitiate the mind and pervert the understanding; and which if they
are at any time read with safety, owe their innocence only to their
absurdity.

From these books, sir, said Arabella, which you condemn with so much
ardour, though you acknowledge yourself little acquainted with them, I
have learnt not to recede from the conditions I have granted, and shall
not therefore censure the licence of your language, which glances from
the books upon the readers.

These books, sir, thus corrupt, thus absurd, thus dangerous alike to
the intellect and morals, I have read; and that I hope without injury
to my judgment, or my virtue.

The doctor, whose vehemence had hindered him from discovering all the
consequences of his position, now found himself entangled, and replied
in a submissive tone--

I confess, madam, my words imply an accusation very remote from my
intention.

It has always been the rule of my life, not to justify any words or
actions because they are mine.

I am ashamed of my negligence, I am sorry for my warmth, and entreat
your ladyship to pardon a fault which I hope never to repeat.

The reparation, sir, said Arabella smiling, over-balances the offence,
and by thus daring to own you have been in the wrong, you have raised
in me a much higher esteem for you.

Yet I will not pardon you, added she, without enjoining you a penance
for the fault you own you have committed; and this penance shall be to
prove--

First, that these histories you condemn are fictions.

Next, that they are absurd.

And lastly, that they are criminal.

The doctor was pleased to find a reconciliation offered upon so very
easy terms, with a person whom he beheld at once with reverence and
affection, and could not offend without extreme regret.

He therefore answered with a very cheerful composure:

To prove those narratives to be fictions, madam, is only difficult,
because the position is almost too evident for proof.

Your ladyship knows, I suppose, to what authors these writings are
ascribed?

To the French wits of the last century, said Arabella.

And at what distance, madam, are the facts related in them from the age
of the writer?

I was never exact in my computation, replied Arabella; but I think most
of the events happened about two thousand years ago.

How then, madam, resumed the doctor, could these events be so minutely
known to writers so far remote from the time in which they happened?

By records, monuments, memoirs, and histories, answered the lady.

But by what accident, then, said the doctor smiling, did it happen
these records and monuments were kept universally secret to mankind
till the last century?

What brought all the memoirs of the remotest nations and earliest ages
only to France?

Where were they hidden that none could consult them but a few obscure
authors?

And whither are they now vanished again that they can be found no more?

Arabella having sat silent a while, told him, that she found his
questions very difficult to be answered; and that though perhaps
the authors themselves could have told whence they borrowed their
materials, she should not at present require any other evidence of the
first assertion:

But allowed him to suppose them fictions, and required now that he
should show them to be absurd.

Your ladyship, returned he, has, I find, too much understanding to
struggle against demonstration, and too much veracity to deny your
convictions: therefore some of the arguments by which I intended to
show the falsehood of these narratives may be now used to prove their
absurdity.

You grant them, madam, to be fictions?

Sir, interrupted Arabella eagerly, you are again infringing the laws of
disputation.

You are not to confound a supposition of which I allow you only the
present use, with an unlimited and irrevocable concession.

I am too well acquainted with my own weakness to conclude an opinion
false, merely because I find myself unable to defend it.

But I am in haste to hear the proof of the other positions, not only
because they may perhaps supply what is deficient in your evidence
of the first, but because I think it of more importance to detect
corruption than fiction.

Though indeed falsehood is a species of corruption, and what falsehood
is more hateful than the falsehood of history?

Since you have drawn me back, madam, to the first question, returned
the doctor, let me know what arguments your ladyship can produce for
the veracity of these books.

That there are many objections against it, you yourself have allowed,
and the highest moral evidence of falsehood appears when there are many
arguments against an assertion, and none for it.

Sir, replied Arabella, I shall never think that any narrative, which is
not confuted by its own absurdity, is without one argument at least on
its side. There is a love of truth in the human mind, if not naturally
implanted, so easily obtained from reason and experience, that I should
expect it universally to prevail where there is no strong temptation to
deceit; we hate to be deceived, we therefore hate those that deceive
us; we desire not to be hated, and therefore know that we are not to
deceive. Show me an equal motive to falsehood, or confess that every
relation has some right to credit.

This may be allowed, madam, said the doctor, when we claim to be
credited; but that seems not to be the hope or intention of these
writers.

Surely, sir, replied Arabella, you must mistake their design; he
that writes without intention to be credited, must write to little
purpose; for what pleasure or advantage can arise from facts that never
happened? What examples can be afforded by the patience of those who
never suffered, or the chastity of those who were never solicited? The
great end of history is to show how much human nature can endure or
perform. When we hear a story in common life that raises our wonder or
compassion, the first confutation stills our emotions; and however we
were touched before, we then chase it from the memory with contempt as
a trifle, or with indignation as an imposture. Prove, therefore, that
the books which I have hitherto read as copies of life, and models of
conduct, are empty fictions, and from this hour I deliver them to moths
and mould; and from this time consider their authors as wretches who
cheated me of those hours I ought to have dedicated to application and
improvement, and betrayed me to a waste of those years in which I might
have laid up knowledge for my future life.

Shakespeare, said the doctor, calls just resentment the child of
integrity; and therefore I do not wonder, that what vehemence the
gentleness of your ladyship's temper allows should be exerted upon
this occasion. Yet though I cannot forgive these authors for having
destroyed so much valuable time, yet I cannot think them intentionally
culpable, because I cannot believe they expected to be credited.
Truth is not always injured by fiction. An admirable writer[1] of our
own time, has found the way to convey the most solid instructions,
the noblest sentiments, and the most exalted piety, in the pleasing
dress of a novel[2], and, to use the words of the greatest genius[3]
in the present age, "has taught the passions to move at the command
of virtue." The fables of Æsop, though never I suppose believed, yet
have been long considered as lectures of moral and domestic wisdom,
so well adapted to the faculties of man that they have been received
by all civilized nations; and the Arabs themselves have honoured his
translator with the appellation of Locman the Wise.

The fables of Æsop, said Arabella, are among those of which the
absurdity discovers itself, and the truth is comprised in the
application; but what can be said of those tales which are told with
the solemn air of historical truth, and if false convey no instruction?

That they cannot be defended, madam, said the doctor, it is my purpose
to prove; and if to evince their falsehood be sufficient to procure
their banishment from your ladyship's closet, their day of grace
is near an end. How is any oral, or written testimony, confuted or
confirmed?

By comparing it, says the lady, with the testimony of others, or with
the natural effects, and standing evidence of the facts related, and
sometimes by comparing it with itself.

If then your ladyship will abide by this last, returned he, and compare
these books with ancient histories, you will not only find innumerable
names, of which no mention was ever made before, but persons who lived
in different ages, engaged as the friends or rivals of each other.
You will perceive that your authors have parcelled out the world at
discretion, erected palaces, and established monarchies wherever the
conveniency of their narrative required them, and set kings and queens
over imaginary nations. Nor have they considered themselves as invested
with less authority over the works of nature, than the institutions
of men; for they have distributed mountains and deserts, gulphs and
rocks, wherever they wanted them; and whenever the course of their
story required an expedient, raised a gloomy forest, or overflowed the
regions with a rapid stream.

I suppose, said Arabella, you have no intention to deceive me; and
since, if what you have asserted be true, the cause is undefensible,
I shall trouble you no longer to argue on this topic, but desire now
to hear why, supposing them fictions, and intended to be received as
fictions, you censure them as absurd?

The only excellence of falsehood, answered he, is its resemblance to
truth; as therefore any narrative is more liable to be confuted by
its inconsistency with known facts, it is at a greater distance from
the perfection of fiction; for there can be no difficulty in framing
a tale, if we are left at liberty to invert all history and nature
for our own conveniency. When a crime is to be concealed, it is easy
to cover it with an imaginary wood. When virtue is to be rewarded, a
nation with a new name may, without any expense of invention, raise
her to the throne. When Ariosto was told of the magnificence of his
palaces, he answered, that the cost of poetical architecture was very
little; and still less is the cost of building without art, than
without materials. But their historical failures may be easily passed
over, when we consider their physical or philosophical absurdities; to
bring men together from different countries does not shock with every
inherent or demonstrable absurdity, and therefore when we read only
for amusement, such improprieties may be borne: but who can forbear to
throw away the story that gives to one man the strength of thousands;
that puts life or death in a smile or a frown; that recounts labours
and sufferings to which the powers of humanity are utterly unequal;
that disfigures the whole appearance of the world, and represents
every thing in a form different from that which experience has shown?
It is the fault of the best fictions, that they teach young minds
to expect strange adventures and sudden vicissitudes, and therefore
encourage them often to trust to chance. A long life may be passed
without a single occurrence that can cause much surprise, or produce
any unexpected consequence of great importance; the order of the world
is so established, that all human affairs proceed in a regular method,
and very little opportunity is left for sallies or hazards, for assault
or rescue; but the brave and the coward, the sprightly and the dull,
suffer themselves to be carried alike down the stream of custom.

Arabella, who had for some time listened with a wish to interrupt him,
now took advantage of a short pause. I cannot imagine, sir, said she,
that you intend to deceive me, and therefore I am inclined to believe
that you are yourself mistaken, and that your application to learning
has hindered you from that acquaintance with the world in which these
authors excelled. I have not long conversed in public, yet I have found
that life is subject to many accidents. Do you count my late escape for
nothing? Is it to be numbered among daily and cursory transactions,
that a woman flies from a ravisher into a rapid stream?

You must not, madam, said the doctor, urge as an argument the fact
which is at present the subject of dispute.

Arabella blushing at the absurdity she had been guilty of, and not
attempting any subterfuge or excuse, the doctor found himself at
liberty to proceed:

You must not imagine, madam, continued he, that I intend to arrogate
any superiority, when I observe that your ladyship must suffer me
to decide, in some measure authoritatively, whether life is truly
described in those books; the likeness of a picture can only be
determined by a knowledge of the original. You have yet had little
opportunity of knowing the ways of mankind, which cannot be learned
but from experience, and of which the highest understanding, and the
lowest, must enter the world in equal ignorance. I have lived long in
a public character, and have thought it my duty to study those whom
I have undertaken to admonish or instruct. I have never been so rich
as to affright men into disguise and concealment, nor so poor as to
be kept at a distance too great for accurate observation. I therefore
presume to tell your ladyship, with great confidence, that your
writers have instituted a world of their own, and that nothing is more
different from a human being, than heroes or heroines.

I am afraid, sir, said Arabella, that the difference is not in favour
of the present world.

That, madam, answered he, your own penetration will enable you to judge
when it shall have made you equally acquainted with both: I have no
desire to determine a question, the solution of which will give so
little pleasure to purity and benevolence.

The silence of a man who loves to praise is a censure sufficiently
severe, said the lady. May it never happen that you should be unwilling
to mention the name of Arabella. I hope wherever corruption prevails
in the world, to live in it with virtue; or, if I find myself too much
endangered, to retire from it with innocence. But if you can say so
little in commendation of mankind, how will you prove these histories
to be vicious, which, if they do not describe real life, give us an
idea of a better race of beings than now inhabit the world.

It is of little importance, madam, replied the doctor, to decide
whether in the real or fictitious life most wickedness is to be found.
Books ought to supply an antidote to example, and if we retire to a
contemplation of crimes, and continue in our closets to inflame our
passions, at what time must we rectify our words, or purify our hearts?
The immediate tendency of these books, which your ladyship must allow
me to mention with some severity, is to give new fire to the passions
of revenge and love; two passions which, even without such powerful
auxiliaries, it is one of the severest labours of reason and piety to
suppress, and which yet must be suppressed if we hope to be approved in
the sight of the only Being, whose approbation can make us happy. I am
afraid your ladyship will think me too serious.

I have already learned too much from you, said Arabella, to presume
to instruct you, yet suffer me to caution you never to dishonour your
sacred office by the lowliness of apologies.

Then let me again observe, resumed he, that these books soften the
heart to love, and harden it to murder. That they teach women to
exact vengeance, and men to execute it; teach women to expect not
only worship, but the dreadful worship of human sacrifices. Every
page of these volumes is filled with such extravagance of praise,
and expressions of obedience, as one human being ought not to hear
from another; or with accounts of battles, in which thousands are
slaughtered for no other purpose than to gain a smile from the haughty
beauty, who sits a calm spectatress of the ruin and desolation,
bloodshed and misery, incited by herself.

It is impossible to read these tales without lessening part of that
humility, which by preserving in us a sense of our alliance with all
human nature, keeps us awake to tenderness and sympathy, or without
impairing that compassion which is implanted in us as an incentive
to acts of kindness. If there be any preserved by natural softness,
or early education, from learning pride and cruelty, they are yet in
danger of being betrayed to the vanity of beauty, and taught the arts
of intrigue.

Love, madam, is, you know, the business, the sole business of ladies
in romances. Arabella's blushes now hindered him from proceeding as he
had intended. I perceive, continued he, that my arguments begin to be
less agreeable to your ladyship's delicacy: I shall therefore insist
no longer upon false tenderness of sentiment, but proceed to those
outrages of the violent passions which, though not more dangerous, are
more generally hateful.

It is not necessary, sir, interrupted Arabella, that you strengthen
by any new proof a position which when calmly considered cannot be
denied. My heart yields to the force of truth; and I now wonder how
the blaze of enthusiastic bravery could hinder me from remarking, with
abhorrence, the crime of deliberate unnecessary bloodshed.

I begin to perceive that I have hitherto at least trifled away my
time, and fear that I have already made some approaches to the crime
of encouraging violence and revenge. I hope, madam, said the good
man with horror in his looks, that no life was ever lost by your
incitement. Arabella seeing him thus moved, burst into tears, and could
not immediately answer. Is it possible, cried the doctor, that such
gentleness and elegance should be stained with blood? Be not too hasty
in your censure, said Arabella, recovering herself: I tremble indeed to
think how nearly I have approached the brink of murder, when I thought
myself only consulting my own glory; but whatever I suffer, I will
never more demand or instigate vengeance, nor consider my punctilios as
important enough to be balanced against life.

The doctor confirmed her in her new resolutions, and thinking solitude
was necessary to compose her spirits after the fatigue of so long a
conversation, he retired to acquaint Mr Glanville with his success;
who in the transport of his joy was almost ready to throw himself at
his feet, to thank him for the miracle, as he called it, that he had
performed.

[1] Richardson.

[2] Clarissa.

[3] The author of the Rambler.

Chapter XII.

_In which the history is concluded._

Mr. Glanville, who fancied to himself the most ravishing delight from
conversing with his lovely cousin, now recovered to the free use of all
her noble powers of reason, would have paid her a visit that afternoon,
had not a moment's reflection convinced him that now was the time, when
her mind was labouring under the force of conviction, to introduce the
repentant Sir George to her; who, by confessing the ridiculous farce
he had invented to deceive her, might restore him to her good opinion,
and add to the doctor's solid arguments the poignant sting of ridicule
which she would then perceive she had incurred.

Sir George being now able to leave his chamber, and Arabella well
enough recovered to admit a visit in hers, Mr. Glanville entreated his
father to wait on her, and get permission for Sir George to attend her
upon a business of some consequence. Sir Charles no sooner mentioned
this request, than Arabella after a little hesitation complied with
it. As she had been kept a stranger to all the particulars of Mr.
Glanville's quarrels with the young baronet, her thoughts were a little
perplexed concerning the occasion of this visit, and her embarrassment
was considerably increased by the confusion which she perceived in
the countenance of Sir George. It was not without some tokens of a
painfully suppressed reluctance that Sir George consented to perform
his promise, when Mr. Glanville claimed it; but the disadvantages
that would attend his breach of it, dejected and humbled as he now
was, presenting themselves in a forcible manner to his imagination,
confirmed his wavering resolutions. And since he found himself obliged
to be his own accuser, he endeavoured to do it with the best grace he
could. Acknowledging therefore to Lady Bella all the artifices her
deception by romances had given him encouragement to use upon her, and
explaining very explicitly the last with relation to the pretended
princess of Gaul, he submissively asked her pardon for the offence it
would now give her, as well as for the trouble it had formerly.

Arabella, struck with inconceivable confusion, having only bowed her
head to his apology, desired to be left alone, and continued for
near two hours afterwards wholly absorbed in the most disagreeable
reflections on the absurdity of her past behaviour, and the contempt
and ridicule to which she now saw plainly she had exposed herself. The
violence of these first emotions having at length subsided, she sent
for Sir Charles and Mr. Glanville; and having with a noble ingenuity
expatiated upon the follies her vitiated judgment had led her into, she
apologized to the first, for the frequent causes she had given him of
uneasiness; and, turning to Mr. Glanville, whom she beheld with a look
of mingled tenderness and modesty, To give you myself, said she, with
all my remaining imperfections, is making you but a poor present in
return for the obligations your generous affection has laid me under to
you; yet since I am so happy as to be desired for a partner for life
by a man of your sense and honour, I will endeavour to make myself as
worthy as I am able of such a favourable distinction.

Mr. Glanville kissed the hand she gave him with an emphatic silence;
while Sir Charles, in the most obliging manner imaginable, thanked her
for the honour she conferred both on himself and son by this alliance.

Sir George, entangled in his own artifices, saw himself under a
necessity of confirming the promises he had made to Miss Glanville
during his fit of penitence, and was accordingly married to that young
lady, at the same time that Mr. Glanville and Arabella were united.

We choose, reader, to express this circumstance, though the same, in
different words, as well to avoid repetition as to intimate that the
first-mentioned pair were indeed only married in the common acceptation
of the word: that is, they were privileged to join fortunes, equipages,
titles, and expense; while Mr. Glanville and Arabella were united, as
well in these, as in every virtue and laudable affection of the mind.

FINIS.

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