Clarissa, Volume 6 - The History Of A Young Lady

Clarissa, Volume 6 − The History Of A Young Lady 37
In short, we are here, as at Hampstead, all joy and rapture−−all of us except my beloved; in whose sweet face,
[her almost fainting reluctance to re−enter these doors not overcome,] reigns a kind of anxious serenity!
−−But how will even that be changed in a few hours!
Methinks I begin to pity the half−apprehensive beauty!−−But avaunt, thou unseasonably−intruding pity! Thou
hast more than once already well nigh undone me! And, adieu, reflection! Begone, consideration! and
commiseration! I dismiss ye all, for at least a week to come!−−But remembered her broken word! Her flight,
when my fond soul was meditating mercy to her!−−Be remembered her treatment of me in her letter on her
escape to Hampstead! Her Hampstead virulence! What is it she ought not to expect from an unchained
Beelzebub, and a plotting villain?
Be her preference of the single life to me also remembered!−−That she despises me!−−That she even refuses
to be my WIFE!−−A proud Lovelace to be denied a wife!−−To be more proudly rejected by a daughter of the
Harlowes!−−The ladies of my own family, [she thinks them the ladies of my family,] supplicating in vain for
her returning favour to their despised kinsman, and taking laws from her still prouder punctilio!
Be the execrations of her vixen friend likewise remembered, poured out upon me from her representations,
and thereby made her own execrations!
Be remembered still more particularly the Townsend plot, set on foot between them, and now, in a day or two,
ready to break out; and the sordid threatening thrown out against me by that little fury!
Is not this the crisis for which I have been long waiting? Shall Tomlinson, shall these women be engaged;
shall so many engines be set at work, at an immense expense, with infinite contrivance; and all to no purpose?
Is not this the hour of her trial−−and in her, of the trial of the virtue of her whole sex, so long premeditated, so
long threatened?−−Whether her frost be frost indeed? Whether her virtue be principle? Whether, if once
subdued, she will not be always subdued? And will she not want the crown of her glory, the proof of her till
now all−surpassing excellence, if I stop short of the ultimate trial?
Now is the end of purposes long over−awed, often suspended, at hand. And need I go throw the sins of her
cursed family into the too−weighty scale?
[Abhorred be force!−−be the thoughts of force!−−There's no triumph over the will in force!] This I know I
have said.* But would I not have avoided it, if I could? Have I not tried every other method? And have I any
other resource left me? Can she resent the last outrage more than she has resented a fainter effort?−−And if
her resentments run ever so high, cannot I repair by matrimony?−−She will not refuse me, I know, Jack: the
haughty beauty will not refuse me, when her pride of being corporally inviolate is brought down; when she
can tell no tales, but when, (be her resistance what it will,) even her own sex will suspect a yielding in
resistance; and when that modesty, which may fill her bosom with resentment, will lock up her speech.
* Vol. IV. Letter XLVIII.
But how know I, that I have not made my own difficulties? Is she not a woman! What redress lies for a
perpetuated evil? Must she not live? Her piety will secure her life.−−And will not time be my friend! What, in
a word, will be her behaviour afterwards?−−She cannot fly me!−−She must forgive me−−and as I have often
said, once forgiven, will be for ever forgiven.
Why then should this enervating pity unsteel my foolish heart?
It shall not. All these things will I remember; and think of nothing else, in order to keep up a resolution, which
the women about me will have it I shall be still unable to hold.