Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 380 pages of information about Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8.

Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 380 pages of information about Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 8.

See whom, see what, my dear Belton!

O lay me upon the bed again, cried he!—­Let me not die upon the floor!—­ Lay me down gently; and stand by me!—­Leave me not!—­All, all will soon be over!

You are already, my dear Belton, upon the bed.  You have not been upon the floor.  This is a strong delirium; you are faint for want of refreshment [for he had refused several times to take any thing]:  let me persuade you to take some of this cordial julap.  I will leave you, if you will not oblige me.

He then readily took it; but said he could have sworn that Tom.  Metcalfe had been in the room, and had drawn him out of bed by the throat, upbraiding him with the injuries he had first done his sister, and then him, in the duel to which he owed that fever which cost him his life.

Thou knowest the story, Lovelace, too well, to need my repeating it:  but, mercy on us, if in these terrible moments all the evils we do rise to our frighted imaginations!—­If so, what shocking scenes have I, but still what more shocking ones hast thou, to go through, if, as the noble poet says,

      If any sense at that sad time remains!

The doctor ordered him an opiate this morning early, which operated so well, that he dosed and slept several hours more quietly than he had done for the two past days and nights, though he had sleeping-draughts given him before.  But it is more and more evident every hour that nature is almost worn out in him.

***

Mowbray, quite tired with this house of mourning, intends to set out in the morning to find you.  He was not a little rejoiced to hear you were in town; I believe to have a pretence to leave us.

***

He has just taken leave of his poor friend, intending to go away early:  an everlasting leave, I may venture to say; for I think he will hardly live till to-morrow night.

I believe the poor man would not have been sorry had he left him when I arrived; for ’tis a shocking creature, and enjoys too strong health to know how to pity the sick.  Then (to borrow an observation from thee) he has, by nature, strong bodily organs, which those of his soul are not likely to whet out; and he, as well as the wicked friend he is going to, may last a great while from the strength of their constitutions, though so greatly different in their talents, if neither the sword nor the halter interpose.

I must repeat, That I cannot but be very uneasy for the poor lady whom you so cruelly persecute; and that I do not think that you have kept your honour with me.  I was apprehensive, indeed, that you would attempt to see her, as soon as you got well enough to come up; and I told her as much, making use of it as an argument to prepare her for your visit, and to induce her to stand it.  But she could not, it is plain, bear the shock of it:  and indeed she told me that she would not see you, though but for one half-hour, for the world.

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