WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN CANNOT ALWAYS SIP¹, WHEN THE CUP IS AT HIS LIP. Those who have felt the doubts, the jealousies², the resentments³, the humiliations, the hopes, the despair, the impatience⁵, and, in a word, the infinite disquiets⁶ of love, will be able to conceive the sea of agitation⁸ on which our adventurer was tossed all night long, without repose⁹ or intermission. Sometimes he resolved to employ all his industry and address in discovering the place in which Aurelia was sequestered¹⁰, that he might rescue her from the supposed restraint to which she had been subjected. But when his heart beat high with the anticipation¹¹ of this exploit, he was suddenly invaded, and all his ardour checked, by the remembrance of that fatal letter, written and signed by her own hand, which had divorced him from all hope, and first unsettled his understanding. The emotions waked by this remembrance were so strong, that he leaped from the bed, and the fire being still burning in the chimney, lighted a candle, that he might once more banquet his spleen by reading the original billet, which, together with the ring he had received from Miss Darnel’s mother, he kept in a small box, carefully deposited within his portmanteau. This being instantly unlocked, he unfolded the paper, and recited the contents in these words:—
 
“SIR,—Obliged as I am by the passion you profess¹², and the eagerness with which you endeavour to give me the most convincing proof of your regard, I feel some reluctance¹³ in making you acquainted with a circumstance, which, in all probability, you will not learn without some disquiet⁷. But the affair is become so interesting, I am compelled to tell you, that however agreeable your proposals may have been to those whom I thought it my duty to please by every reasonable concession¹⁴, and howsoever you may have been flattered by the seeming complacency with which I have heard your addresses, I now find it absolutely necessary to speak in a decisive strain, to assure you, that, without sacrificing my own peace, I cannot admit a continuation of your correspondence; and that your regard for me will be best shown by your desisting from a pursuit which is altogether inconsistent with the happiness of AURELIA DARNEL.”
 
Having pronounced aloud the words that composed this dismission, he hastily replaced the cruel scroll¹⁵, and being too well acquainted with the hand to harbour the least doubt of its being genuine, threw himself into his bed in a transport of despair, mingled¹⁶ with resentment⁴, during the predominancy of which he determined¹⁷ to proceed in the career of adventure, and endeavour to forget the unkindness of his mistress amidst the avocations¹⁸ of knight¹⁹-errantry.
 
Such was the resolution that governed his thoughts, when he rose in the morning, ordered Crabshaw to saddle Bronzomarte, and demanded a bill of his expense. Before these orders could be executed, the good woman of the house entering his apartment, told him, with marks of concern, that the poor young lady, Miss Meadows, had dropped her pocket-book in the next chamber²⁰, where it was found by the hostess, who now presented it unopened.
 
Our knight having called in Mrs. Oakley and her son as witnesses, unfolded the book without reading one syllable²¹ of the contents, and found in it five banknotes, amounting to two hundred and thirty pounds. Perceiving at once the loss of this treasure might be attended with the most embarrassing consequences to the owner, and reflecting that this was a case which demanded the immediate²² interposition and assistance of chivalry²³, he declared that he himself would convey it safely into the hands of Miss Meadows; and desired to know the road she had pursued, that he might set out in quest of her without a moment’s delay. It was not without some difficulty that this information was obtained from the postboy, who had been enjoined²⁴ to secrecy²⁵ by the lady, and even gratified with a handsome reward for his promised discretion²⁷. The same method was used to make him disgorge his trust; he undertook to conduct Sir Launcelot, who hired a post-chaise for despatch²⁸, and immediately departed, after having directed his squire²⁹ to follow his track with the horses.
 
Yet, whatever haste he made, it is absolutely necessary, for the reader’s satisfaction, that we should outstrip³⁰ the chaise, and visit the ladies before his arrival. We shall therefore, without circumlocution³¹, premise³², that Miss Meadows was no other than that paragon³³ of beauty and goodness, the all-accomplished³⁴ Miss Aurelia Darnel. She had, with that meekness³⁵ of resignation peculiar³⁶ to herself, for some years, submitted to every species of oppression which her uncle’s tyranny of disposition³⁷ could plan, and his unlimited³⁸ power of guardianship⁴⁰ execute, till at length it rose to such a pitch of despotism as she could not endure. He had projected a match between his niece and one Philip Sycamore, Esq., a young man who possessed⁴¹ a pretty considerable estate in the north country; who liked Aurelia’s person, but was enamoured of her fortune, and had offered to purchase Anthony’s interest and alliance with certain concessions⁴², which could not but be agreeable to a man of loose principles, who would have found it a difficult task to settle the accounts of his wardship⁴³.
 
According to the present estimate of matrimonial felicity, Sycamore might have found admittance as a future son-in-law to any private family of the kingdom. He was by birth a gentleman, tall, straight, and muscular, with a fair, sleek⁴⁴, unmeaning face, that promised more simplicity⁴⁵ than ill-nature. His education had not been neglected, and he inherited an estate of five thousand a year. Miss Darnel, however, had penetration⁴⁶ enough to discover and despise him, as a strange composition of rapacity⁴⁷ and profusion⁴⁸, absurdity⁴⁹ and good sense, bashfulness and impudence⁵⁰, self-conceit and diffidence, awkwardness and ostentation⁵¹, insolence⁵² and good-nature, rashness and timidity. He was continually surrounded and preyed⁵³ upon by certain vermin called Led Captains and Buffoons⁵⁴, who showed him in leading-strings like a sucking giant, rifled his pockets without ceremony, ridiculed⁵⁵ him to his face, traduced⁵⁶ his character, and exposed him in a thousand ludicrous attitudes for the diversion of the public; while at the same time he knew their knavery⁵⁷, saw their drift, detested⁵⁸ their morals, and despised their understanding. He was so infatuated by indolence of thought, and communication with folly⁵⁹, that he would have rather suffered himself to be led into a ditch with company, than be at the pains of going over a bridge alone; and involved himself in a thousand difficulties, the natural consequences of an error in the first concoction⁶⁰, which, though he plainly saw it, he had not resolution enough to avoid.
 
Such was the character of Squire Sycamore, who professed⁶¹ himself the rival of Sir Launcelot Greaves in the good graces of Miss Aurelia Darnel. He had in this pursuit persevered⁶² with more constancy and fortitude⁶³ than he ever exerted in any other instance. Being generally needy⁶⁴ from extravagance, he was stimulated⁶⁵ by his wants, and animated⁶⁷ by his vanity, which was artfully instigated⁶⁸ by his followers⁶⁹, who hoped to share the spoils of his success. These motives⁷⁰ were reinforced by the incessant⁷¹ and eager exhortations⁷² of Anthony Darnel, who seeing his ward²⁶ in the last year of her minority, thought there was no time to be lost in securing his own indemnification, and snatching his niece for ever from the hopes of Sir Launcelot, whom he now hated with redoubled animosity. Finding Aurelia deaf to all his remonstrances⁷³, proof against ill usage, and resolutely⁷⁴ averse⁷⁵ to the proposed union with Sycamore, he endeavoured to detach her thoughts from Sir Launcelot, by forging tales to the prejudice of his constancy and moral character; and, finally, by recapitulating⁷⁶ the proofs and instances of his distraction⁷⁷, which he particularised with the most malicious⁷⁸ exaggerations.
 
In spite of all his arts, he found it impracticable to surmount⁷⁹ her objections to the proposed alliance, and therefore changed his battery. Instead of transferring her to the arms of his friend, he resolved to detain her in his own power by a legal claim, which would invest him with the uncontrolled management of her affairs. This was a charge of lunacy, in consequence of which he hoped to obtain a commission, to secure a jury to his wish, and be appointed sole committee of her person, as well as steward⁸⁰ on her estate, of which he would then be heir-apparent.
 
As the first steps towards the execution of this honest scheme, he had subjected Aurelia to the superintendency and direction of an old duenna, who had been formerly⁸¹ the procuress of his pleasures; and hired a new set of servants, who were given to understand, at their first admission, that the young lady was disordered in her brain.
 
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