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XVII

MRS. VERNON TO LADY DE COURCY

Churchhill.

My dear Mother,-‐-‐Mr. Vernon returned on Thursday night, bringing his

niece with him. Lady Susan had received a line from him by that day's post,

informing her that Miss Summers had absolutely refused to allow of Miss

Vernon's continuance in her academy; we were therefore prepared for her

arrival, and expected them impatiently the whole evening. They came while

we were at tea, and I never saw any creature look so frightened as

Frederica when she entered the room. Lady Susan, who had been shedding

tears before, and showing great agitation at the idea of the meeting,

received her with perfect self-‐command, and without betraying the least

tenderness of spirit. She hardly spoke to her, and on Frederica's bursting

into tears as soon as we were seated, took her out of the room, and did not

return for some time. When she did, her eyes looked very red and she was as

much agitated as before. We saw no more of her daughter. Poor Reginald was

beyond measure concerned to see his fair friend in such distress, and

watched her with so much tender solicitude, that I, who occasionally caught

her observing his countenance with exultation, was quite out of patience.

This pathetic representation lasted the whole evening, and so ostentatious

and artful a display has entirely convinced me that she did in fact feel

nothing. I am more angry with her than ever since I have seen her daughter;

the poor girl looks so unhappy that my heart aches for her. Lady Susan is

surely too severe, for Frederica does not seem to have the sort of temper

to make severity necessary. She looks perfectly timid, dejected, and

penitent. She is very pretty, though not so handsome as her mother, nor at

all like her. Her complexion is delicate, but neither so fair nor so

blooming as Lady Susan's, and she has quite the Vernon cast of countenance,

the oval face and mild dark eyes, and there is peculiar sweetness in her

look when she speaks either to her uncle or me, for as we behave kindly to

her we have of course engaged her gratitude.

Her mother has insinuated that her temper is intractable, but I never

saw a face less indicative of any evil disposition than hers; and from what

I can see of the behaviour of each to the other, the invariable severity of

Lady Susan and the silent dejection of Frederica, I am led to believe as

heretofore that the former has no real love for her daughter, and has never

done her justice or treated her affectionately. I have not been able to

have any conversation with my niece; she is shy, and I think I can see that

some pains are taken to prevent her being much with me. Nothing

satisfactory transpires as to her reason for running away. Her kind-‐hearted

uncle, you may be sure, was too fearful of distressing her to ask many

questions as they travelled. I wish it had been possible for me to fetch

her instead of him. I think I should have discovered the truth in the

course of a thirty-‐mile journey. The small pianoforte has been removed

within these few days, at Lady Susan's request, into her dressing-‐room, and

Frederica spends great part of the day there, practising as it is called;

but I seldom hear any noise when I pass that way; what she does with

herself there I do not know. There are plenty of books, but it is not every

girl who has been running wild the first fifteen years of her life, that

can or will read. Poor creature! the prospect from her window is not very

instructive, for that room overlooks the lawn, you know, with the shrubbery

on one side, where she may see her mother walking for an hour together in

earnest conversation with Reginald. A girl of Frederica's age must be

childish indeed, if such things do not strike her. Is it not inexcusable to

give such an example to a daughter? Yet Reginald still thinks Lady Susan

the best of mothers, and still condemns Frederica as a worthless girl! He

is convinced that her attempt to run away proceeded from no, justifiable

cause, and had no provocation. I am sure I cannot say that it HAD, but

while Miss Summers declares that Miss Vernon showed no signs of obstinacy

or perverseness during her whole stay in Wigmore Street, till she was

detected in this scheme, I cannot so readily credit what Lady Susan has

made him, and wants to make me believe, that it was merely an impatience of

restraint and a desire of escaping from the tuition of masters which

brought on the plan of an elopement. O Reginald, how is your judgment

enslaved! He scarcely dares even allow her to be handsome, and when I

speak of her beauty, replies only that her eyes have no brilliancy!

Sometimes he is sure she is deficient in understanding, and at others that

her temper only is in fault. In short, when a person is always to deceive,

it is impossible to be consistent. Lady Susan finds it necessary that

Frederica should be to blame, and probably has sometimes judged it

expedient to excuse her of ill-‐nature and sometimes to lament her want of

sense. Reginald is only repeating after her ladyship.

I remain, &c., &c.,

CATHERINE VERNON.