Tales and Novels Volume III Part 28
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"The devil! they seem to have put you in a course of the bitters--a course of the woods might do your business better. Do you ever hunt?--Let me take you out with me some morning--you'd be quite an angel on horseback; or let me drive you out some day in my unicorn."
Belinda declined this invitation, and Mrs. Freke strode away to the window to conceal her mortification, threw up the sash, and called out to her groom, "Walk those horses about, blockhead!"
Mr. Percival and Mr. Vincent at this instant came into the room.
"Hail, fellow! well met!" cried Mrs. Freke, stretching out her hand to Mr. Vincent.
It has been remarked, that an antipathy subsists between creatures, who, without being the same, have yet a strong external resemblance. Mr.
Percival saw this instinct rising in Mr. Vincent, and smiled.
"Hail, fellow! well met! I say. Shake hands and be friends, man! Though I'm not in the habit of making apologies, if it will be any satisfaction to you, I beg your pardon for frightening your poor devil of a black."
Then turning towards Mr. Percival, she measured him with her eye, as a person whom she longed to attack. She thought, that if Belinda's opinion of the understanding of _these Percivals_ could be lowered, she should rise in her esteem: accordingly, she determined to draw Mr. Percival into an argument.
"I've been talking treason, I believe, to Miss Portman," cried she; "for I've been opposing some of your opinions, Mr. Percival."
"If you opposed them all, madam," said Mr. Percival, "I should not think it treason."
"Vastly polite!--But I think all our politeness hypocrisy: what d'ye say to that?"
"You know that best, madam!"
"Then I'll go a step farther; for I'm determined you shall contradict me: I think all virtue is hypocrisy."
"I need not contradict you, madam," said Mr. Percival, "for the terms which you make use of contradict themselves."
"It is my system," pursued Mrs. Freke, "that shame is always the cause of the vices of women."
"It is sometimes the effect," said Mr. Percival; "and, as cause and effect are reciprocal, perhaps you may, in some instances, be right."
"Oh! I hate qualifying arguers--plump a.s.sertion or plump denial for me: you sha'n't get off so. I say shame is the cause of all women's vices."
"False shame, I suppose you mean?" said Mr. Percival.
"Mere play upon words! All shame is false shame--we should be a great deal better without it. What say you, Miss Portman?--Silent, hey?
Silence that speaks."
"Miss Portman's blushes," said Mr. Vincent, "speak _for her_."
"_Against_ her," said Mrs. Freke: "women blush because they understand."
"And you would have them understand without blus.h.i.+ng?" said Mr.
Percival. "I grant you that nothing can be more different than innocence and ignorance. Female delicacy--"
"This is just the way you men spoil women," cried Mrs. Freke, "by talking to them of the _delicacy of their s.e.x_, and such stuff. This _delicacy_ enslaves the pretty delicate dears."
"No; it enslaves us," said Mr. Vincent.
"I hate slavery! Vive la liberte!" cried Mrs. Freke. "I'm a champion for the Rights of Woman."
"I am an advocate for their happiness," said Mr. Percival, "and for their delicacy, as I think it conduces to their happiness."
"I'm an enemy to their delicacy, as I am sure it conduces to their misery."
"You speak from experience?" said Mr. Percival.
"No, from observation. Your most delicate women are always the greatest hypocrites; and, in my opinion, no hypocrite can or ought to be happy."
"But you have not proved the hypocrisy," said Belinda. "Delicacy is not, I hope, an indisputable proof of it? If you mean _false_ delicacy----"
"To cut the matter short at once," cried Mrs. Freke, "why, when a woman likes a man, does not she go and tell him so honestly?"
Belinda, surprised by this question from a woman, was too much abashed instantly to answer.
"Because she's a hypocrite. That is and must be the answer."
"No," said Mr. Percival; "because, if she be a woman of sense, she knows that by such a step she would disgust the object of her affection."
"Cunning!--cunning!--cunning!--the arms of the weakest."
"Prudence! prudence!--the arms of the strongest. Taking the best means to secure our own happiness without injuring that of others is the best proof of sense and strength of mind, whether in man or woman.
Fortunately for society, the same conduct in ladies which best secures their happiness most increases ours."
Mrs. Freke beat the devil's tattoo for some moments, and then exclaimed, "You may say what you will, but the present system of society is radically wrong:--whatever is, is wrong."
"How would you improve the state of society?" asked Mr. Percival, calmly.
"I'm not tinker-general to the world," said she.
"I'm glad of it," said Mr. Percival; "for I have heard that tinkers often spoil more than they mend."
"But if you want to know," said Mrs. Freke, "what I would do to improve the world, I'll tell you: I'd have both s.e.xes call things by their right names."
"This would doubtless be a great improvement," said Mr. Percival; "but you would not overturn society to attain it, would you? Should we find things much improved by tearing away what has been called the decent drapery of life?"
"Drapery, if you ask me my opinion," cried Mrs. Freke, "drapery, whether wet or dry, is the most confoundedly indecent thing in the world."
"That depends on _public_ opinion, I allow," said Mr. Percival. "The Lacedaemonian ladies, who were veiled only by public opinion, were better covered from profane eyes than some English ladies are in wet drapery."
"I know nothing of the Lacedaemonian ladies: I took my leave of them when I was a schoolboy--girl, I should say. But pray, what o'clock is it by you? I've sat till I'm cramped all over," cried Mrs. Freke, getting up and stretching herself so violently that some part of her habiliments gave way. "Honi soit qui mal y pense!" said she, bursting into a horse laugh.
Without sharing in any degree that confusion which Belinda felt for her, she strode out of the room, saying, "Miss Portman, you understand these things better than I do; come and set me to rights."
When she was in Belinda's room, she threw herself into an arm-chair, and laughed immoderately.
"How I have trimmed Percival this morning!" said she.
"I am glad you think so," said Belinda; "for I really was afraid he had been too severe upon you."
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