But the sorry creature Anderson, proving a sorry
creature, made me despise the sex: and my brother's perfections
contributed to my contempt of all other men.
Indeed, my dear, you are wrong. Lord G---- loves you: but were Sir
Charles not your brother, it is not very certain, that he would have
returned your love.
Why, that's true. I believe he would not, in that case, have chosen me.
I am sure he would not, if he had known you: but for the man one loves,
one can do any thing, be every thing, that he would wish one to be.
Do you think you cannot love Lord G----? For Heaven's sake, Charlotte,
though you are now almost within sight of the church, do not think of
giving your hand, if you cannot resolve to make Lord G---- as happy, as I
have no doubt he will make you, if it be not your own fault.
What will my brother say? What will--
Leave that to me. I will engage Sir Charles and Dr. Bartlett to lend me
their ear in the vestry; and I am sure your brother, if he knows that you
have an antipathy to Lord G----, or that you think you cannot be happy
with him, will undertake your cause, and bring you off.
Antipathy! That's a strong word, Harriet. The man is a good-natured
silly man--
Silly! Charlotte!--Silly then he must be for loving you so well, who,
really, have never yet given him an opportunity to shew his importance
with you.
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