Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 3 eBook

You are always blaming me for want of generosity to this man, and for abuse of power.  But I profess, my dear, I cannot tell how to help it.  Do, dear, now, let me spread my plumes a little, and now-and-then make myself feared.  This is my time, you know, since it would be no more to my credit than to his, to give myself those airs when I am married.  He has a joy when I am pleased with him that he would not know, but for the pain my displeasure gives him.

Men, no more than women, know how to make a moderate use of power.  Is not that seen every day, from the prince to the peasant?  If I do not make Hickman quake now-and-then, he will endeavour to make me fear.  All the animals in the creation are more or less in a state of hostility with each other.  The wolf, that runs away from a lion, will devour a lamb the next moment.  I remember, that I was once so enraged at a game chicken that was continually pecking at another (a poor humble one, as I thought him) that I had the offender caught, and without more ado, in a pet of humanity, wrung his neck off.  What followed this execution?  Why that other grew insolent, as soon as his insulter was gone, and was continually pecking at one or two under him.  Peck and be hanged, said I, —­I might as well have preserved the first, for I see it is the nature of the beast.

Excuse my flippancies.  I wish I were with you.  I would make you smile in the midst of your gravest airs, as I used to do.  O that you had accepted of my offer to attend you! but nothing that I offer will you accept——­Take care!—­You will make me very angry with you:  and when I am, you know I value nobody:  for, dearly as I love you, I must be, and cannot always help it,

Your saucy
Anna Howe.

LETTER XLV

Miss Clarissa Harlowe, to miss Howe
Friday, April 22.

Mr. Lovelace communicated to me this morning early, from his intelligencer, the news of my brother’s scheme.  I like him the better for making very light of it, and for his treating it with contempt.  And indeed, had I not had the hint of it from you, I should have suspected it to be some contrivance of his, in order to hasten me to town, where he has long wished to be himself.

He read me the passage in that Leman’s letter, which is pretty much to the effect of what you wrote to me from Miss Lloyd; with this addition, that one Singleton, a master of a Scots vessel, is the man who is to be the principal in this act of violence.

I have seen him.  He had been twice entertained at Harlowe-place, as my brother’s friend.  He has the air of a very bold and fearless man, and I fancy it must be his project; as my brother, I suppose, talks to every body of the rash step I have taken, for he did not spare me before he had this seeming reason to censure me.