Book 15 - Chapter 11

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_ Book XV. Chapter XI.

Containing curious, but not unprecedented matter.

There was a lady, one Mrs Hunt, who had often seen Jones at the house where he lodged, being intimately acquainted with the women there, and indeed a very great friend to Mrs Miller. Her age was about thirty, for she owned six-and-twenty; her face and person very good, only inclining a little too much to be fat. She had been married young by her relations to an old Turkey merchant, who, having got a great fortune, had left off trade. With him she lived without reproach, but not without pain, in a state of great self-denial, for about twelve years; and her virtue was rewarded by his dying and leaving her very rich. The first year of her widowhood was just at an end, and she had past it in a good deal of retirement, seeing only a few particular friends, and dividing her time between her devotions and novels, of which she was always extremely fond. Very good health, a very warm constitution, and a good deal of religion, made it absolutely necessary for her to marry again; and she resolved to please herself in her second husband, as she had done her friends in the first. From her the following billet was brought to Jones:--

"SIR,

"From the first day I saw you, I doubt my eyes have told you
too plainly that you were not indifferent to me; but neither
my tongue nor my hand should have ever avowed it, had not the
ladies of the family where you are lodged given me such a
character of you, and told me such proofs of your virtue and
goodness, as convince me you are not only the most agreeable,
but the most worthy of men. I have also the satisfaction to
hear from them, that neither my person, understanding, or
character, are disagreeable to you. I have a fortune
sufficient to make us both happy, but which cannot make me
so without you. In thus disposing of myself, I know I shall
incur the censure of the world; but if I did not love you
more than I fear the world, I should not be worthy of you.
One only difficulty stops me: I am informed you are engaged
in a commerce of gallantry with a woman of fashion. If you
think it worth while to sacrifice that to the possession
of me, I am yours; if not, forget my weakness, and let this
remain an eternal secret between you and

"ARABELLA HUNT."

At the reading of this, Jones was put into a violent flutter. His fortune was then at a very low ebb, the source being stopt from which hitherto he had been supplied. Of all he had received from Lady Bellaston, not above five guineas remained; and that very morning he had been dunned by a tradesman for twice that sum. His honourable mistress was in the hands of her father, and he had scarce any hopes ever to get her out of them again. To be subsisted at her expense, from that little fortune she had independent of her father, went much against the delicacy both of his pride and his love. This lady's fortune would have been exceeding convenient to him, and he could have no objection to her in any respect. On the contrary, he liked her as well as he did any woman except Sophia. But to abandon Sophia, and marry another, that was impossible; he could not think of it upon any account, Yet why should he not, since it was plain she could not be his? Would it not be kinder to her, than to continue her longer engaged in a hopeless passion for him? Ought he not to do so in friendship to her? This notion prevailed some moments, and he had almost determined to be false to her from a high point of honour: but that refinement was not able to stand very long against the voice of nature, which cried in his heart that such friendship was treason to love. At last he called for pen, ink, and paper, and writ as follows to Mrs Hunt:--

"MADAM,

"It would be but a poor return to the favour you have done
me to sacrifice any gallantry to the possession of you, and
I would certainly do it, though I were not disengaged, as at
present I am, from any affair of that kind. But I should not
be the honest man you think me, if I did not tell you that my
affections are engaged to another, who is a woman of virtue,
and one that I never can leave, though it is probable I shall
never possess her. God forbid that, in return of your kindness
to me, I should do you such an injury as to give you my hand
when I cannot give my heart. No; I had much rather starve
than be guilty of that. Even though my mistress were married
to another, I would not marry you unless my heart had entirely
effaced all impressions of her. Be assured that your secret
was not more safe in your own breast, than in that of your
most obliged, and grateful humble servant,

"T. JONES."

When our heroe had finished and sent this letter, he went to his scrutore, took out Miss Western's muff, kissed it several times, and then strutted some turns about his room, with more satisfaction of mind than ever any Irishman felt in carrying off a fortune of fifty thousand pounds. _

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