Clarissa, Volume 6 - The History Of A Young Lady
Clarissa, Volume 6 - The History Of A Young Lady
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<strong>Clarissa</strong>, <strong>Volume</strong> 6 − <strong>The</strong> <strong>History</strong> <strong>Of</strong> A <strong>Young</strong> <strong>Lady</strong> 44<br />
upon what they call their honour; that's all.<br />
And yet I will allow thee this−−that if a person sets a high value upon any thing, be it ever such a trifle in<br />
itself, or in the eye of others, the robbing of that person of it is not a trifle to him. Take the matter in this light,<br />
I own I have done wrong, great wrong, to this admirable creature.<br />
But have I not known twenty and twenty of the sex, who have seemed to carry their notions of virtue high;<br />
yet, when brought to the test, have abated of their severity? And how should we be convinced that any of them<br />
are proof till they are tried?<br />
A thousand times have I said, that I never yet met with such a woman as this. If I had, I hardly ever should<br />
have attempted Miss <strong>Clarissa</strong> Harlowe. Hitherto she is all angel: and was not that the point which at setting<br />
out I proposed to try?* And was not cohabitation ever my darling view? And am I not now, at last, in the high<br />
road to it?−−It is true, that I have nothing to boast of as to her will. <strong>The</strong> very contrary. But now are we come<br />
to the test, whether she cannot be brought to make the best of an irreparable evil. If she exclaim, [she has<br />
reason to exclaim, and I will sit down with patience by the hour together to hear her exclamations, till she is<br />
tired of them,] she will then descend to expostulation perhaps: expostulation will give me hope: expostulation<br />
will show that she hates me not. And, if she hate me not, she will forgive: and, if she now forgive, then will all<br />
be over; and she will be mine upon my own terms: and it shall then be the whole study of my future life to<br />
make her happy.<br />
* See Vol. III. Letter XVIII.<br />
So, Belford, thou seest that I have journeyed on to this stage [indeed, through infinite mazes, and as infinite<br />
remorses] with one determined point in view from the first. To thy urgent supplication then, that I will do her<br />
grateful justice by marriage, let me answer in Matt. Prior's two lines on his hoped−for auditorship; as put into<br />
the mouths of his St. John and Harley;<br />
−−−Let that be done, which Matt. doth say. YEA, quoth the Earl−−BUT NOT TO−DAY.<br />
Thou seest, Jack, that I make no resolutions, however, against doing her, one time or other, the wished−for<br />
justice, even were I to succeed in my principal view, cohabitation. And of this I do assure thee, that, if I ever<br />
marry, it must, it shall be Miss <strong>Clarissa</strong> Harlowe.−−Nor is her honour at all impaired with me, by what she has<br />
so far suffered: but the contrary. She must only take care that, if she be at last brought to forgive me, she show<br />
me that her Lovelace is the only man on earth whom she could have forgiven on the like occasion.<br />
But ah, Jack! what, in the mean time, shall I do with this admirable creature? At present−−[I am loth to say<br />
it−−but, at present] she is quite stupified.<br />
I had rather, methinks, she should have retained all her active powers, though I had suffered by her nails and<br />
her teeth, than that she should be sunk into such a state of absolute−−insensibility (shall I call it?) as she has<br />
been in every since Tuesday morning. Yet, as she begins a little to revive, and now−and−then to call names,<br />
and to exclaim, I dread almost to engage with the anguish of a spirit that owes its extraordinary agitations to a<br />
niceness that has no example either in ancient or modern story. For, after all, what is there in her case that<br />
should stupify such a glowing, such a blooming charmer?−−Excess of grief, excess of terror, have made a<br />
person's hair stand on end, and even (as we have read) changed the colour of it. But that it should so stupify,<br />
as to make a person, at times, insensible to those imaginary wrongs, which would raise others from<br />
stupifaction, is very surprising!<br />
But I will leave this subject, least it should make me too grave.<br />
I was yesterday at Hampstead, and discharged all obligations there, with no small applause. I told them that