no cause for them. I wish that your Anna Howe, who
continues in her mother's house, were but half so good as Miss Clarissa
Harlowe, who has been driven out of her father's.
I will say nothing upon your letter to your sister till I see the effect
it will have. You hope, you tell me, that you shall have your money and
clothes sent you, notwithstanding my opinion to the contrary--I am sorry
to have it to acquaint you, that I have just now heard, that they have
sat in council upon your letter; and that your mother was the only
person who was for sending you your things, and was overruled. I
charge you therefore to accept of my offer, as by my last: and give
me particular directions for what you want, that I can supply you with
besides.
Don't set your thought so much upon a reconciliation as to prevent your
laying hold of any handsome opportunity to give yourself a protector;
such a one as the man will be, who, I imagine, husband-like, will let
nobody insult you but himself.
What could he mean by letting slip such a one as that you mention? I
don't know how to blame you; for how you go beyond silence and blushes,
when the foolish fellow came with his observances of the restrictions
which you laid him under when in another situation? But, as I told you
above, you really strike people into awe. And, upon my word, you did not
spare him.
I repeat what I said in my last, that you have a very nice part to act:
and I will add, that you have a mind that is much too delicate for your
part. But when the lover is exalted, the lady must be humbled. He is
naturally proud and saucy. I doubt you must engage his pride, which he
calls his honour: and that you must throw off a little more of the veil.
And I would have you restrain your wishes before him, that you had not
met him, and the like. What signifies wishing, my dear? He will not bear
it. You can hardly expect that he will.
Nevertheless, it vexed me to the very bottom of my pride, that any
wretch of that sex should be able to triumph over Clarissa.
I cannot, however, but say, that I am charmed with your spirit. So much
sweetness, where sweetness is requisite; so much spirit, where spirit is
called for--what a true magnanimity!
But I doubt, in your present circumstances, you must endeavour after a
little more of the reserve, in cases where you are displeased with him,
and palliate a little. That humility which he puts on when you rise upon
him, is not natural to him.
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