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Lesley Castle: An Unfinished Novel In Letters - LETTER the SEVENTH Post by :Softwarepak Category :Long Stories Author :Jane Austen Date :May 2011 Read :3258

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Lesley Castle: An Unfinished Novel In Letters - LETTER the SEVENTH

From Miss C. LUTTERELL to Miss M. LESLEY
Bristol the 27th of March

I have received Letters from you and your Mother-in-law within
this week which have greatly entertained me, as I find by them
that you are both downright jealous of each others Beauty. It is
very odd that two pretty Women tho' actually Mother and Daughter
cannot be in the same House without falling out about their
faces. Do be convinced that you are both perfectly handsome and
say no more of the Matter. I suppose this letter must be
directed to Portman Square where probably (great as is your
affection for Lesley Castle) you will not be sorry to find
yourself. In spite of all that people may say about Green fields
and the Country I was always of opinion that London and its
amusements must be very agreable for a while, and should be very
happy could my Mother's income allow her to jockey us into its
Public-places, during Winter. I always longed particularly to go
to Vaux-hall, to see whether the cold Beef there is cut so thin
as it is reported, for I have a sly suspicion that few people
understand the art of cutting a slice of cold Beef so well as I
do: nay it would be hard if I did not know something of the
Matter, for it was a part of my Education that I took by far the
most pains with. Mama always found me HER best scholar, tho'
when Papa was alive Eloisa was HIS. Never to be sure were there
two more different Dispositions in the World. We both loved
Reading. SHE preferred Histories, and I Receipts. She loved
drawing, Pictures, and I drawing Pullets. No one could sing a
better song than she, and no one make a better Pye than I.-- And
so it has always continued since we have been no longer children.
The only difference is that all disputes on the superior
excellence of our Employments THEN so frequent are now no more.
We have for many years entered into an agreement always to admire
each other's works; I never fail listening to HER Music, and she
is as constant in eating my pies. Such at least was the case
till Henry Hervey made his appearance in Sussex. Before the
arrival of his Aunt in our neighbourhood where she established
herself you know about a twelvemonth ago, his visits to her had
been at stated times, and of equal and settled Duration; but on
her removal to the Hall which is within a walk from our House,
they became both more frequent and longer. This as you may
suppose could not be pleasing to Mrs Diana who is a professed
enemy to everything which is not directed by Decorum and
Formality, or which bears the least resemblance to Ease and Good-
breeding. Nay so great was her aversion to her Nephews behaviour
that I have often heard her give such hints of it before his face
that had not Henry at such times been engaged in conversation
with Eloisa, they must have caught his Attention and have very
much distressed him. The alteration in my Sisters behaviour
which I have before hinted at, now took place. The Agreement we
had entered into of admiring each others productions she no
longer seemed to regard, and tho' I constantly applauded even
every Country-dance, she played, yet not even a pidgeon-pye of my
making could obtain from her a single word of approbation. This
was certainly enough to put any one in a Passion; however, I was
as cool as a cream-cheese and having formed my plan and concerted
a scheme of Revenge, I was determined to let her have her own way
and not even to make her a single reproach. My scheme was to
treat her as she treated me, and tho' she might even draw my own
Picture or play Malbrook (which is the only tune I ever really
liked) not to say so much as "Thank you Eloisa;" tho' I had for
many years constantly hollowed whenever she played, BRAVO,
POCO PRESTO with many other such outlandish words, all of them as
Eloisa told me expressive of my Admiration; and so indeed I
suppose they are, as I see some of them in every Page of every
Music book, being the sentiments I imagine of the composer.

I executed my Plan with great Punctuality. I can not say
success, for alas! my silence while she played seemed not in the
least to displease her; on the contrary she actually said to me
one day " Well Charlotte, I am very glad to find that you have at
last left off that ridiculous custom of applauding my Execution
on the Harpsichord till you made my head ake, and yourself
hoarse. I feel very much obliged to you for keeping your
admiration to yourself." I never shall forget the very witty
answer I made to this speech. "Eloisa (said I) I beg you would
be quite at your Ease with respect to all such fears in future,
for be assured that I shall always keep my admiration to myself
and my own pursuits and never extend it to yours." This was the
only very severe thing I ever said in my Life; not but that I
have often felt myself extremely satirical but it was the only
time I ever made my feelings public.

I suppose there never were two Young people who had a greater
affection for each other than Henry and Eloisa; no, the Love of
your Brother for Miss Burton could not be so strong tho' it might
be more violent. You may imagine therefore how provoked my
Sister must have been to have him play her such a trick. Poor
girl! she still laments his Death with undiminished constancy,
notwithstanding he has been dead more than six weeks; but some
People mind such things more than others. The ill state of
Health into which his loss has thrown her makes her so weak, and
so unable to support the least exertion, that she has been in
tears all this Morning merely from having taken leave of Mrs.
Marlowe who with her Husband, Brother and Child are to leave
Bristol this morning. I am sorry to have them go because they
are the only family with whom we have here any acquaintance, but
I never thought of crying; to be sure Eloisa and Mrs Marlowe have
always been more together than with me, and have therefore
contracted a kind of affection for each other, which does not
make Tears so inexcusable in them as they would be in me. The
Marlowes are going to Town; Cliveland accompanies them; as
neither Eloisa nor I could catch him I hope you or Matilda may
have better Luck. I know not when we shall leave Bristol,
Eloisa's spirits are so low that she is very averse to moving,
and yet is certainly by no means mended by her residence here. A
week or two will I hope determine our Measures--in the mean time
believe me and etc--and etc--
Charlotte Lutterell.

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LETTER the EIGHTHMiss LUTTERELL to Mrs MARLOWEBristol April 4thI feel myself greatly obliged to you my dear Emma for such a markof your affection as I flatter myself was conveyed in theproposal you made me of our Corresponding; I assure you that itwill be a great releif to me to write to you and as long as myHealth and Spirits will allow me, you will find me a veryconstant correspondent; I will not say an entertaining one, foryou know my situation suffciently not to be ignorant that in meMirth would be improper and I know my own Heart

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Lesley Castle: An Unfinished Novel In Letters - LETTER the SIXTH
LETTER the SIXTHLADY LESLEY to Miss CHARLOTTE LUTTERELLLesley-Castle March 20thWe arrived here my sweet Freind about a fortnight ago, and Ialready heartily repent that I ever left our charming House inPortman-square for such a dismal old weather-beaten Castle asthis. You can form no idea sufficiently hideous, of its dungeon-like form. It is actually perched upon a Rock to appearance sototally inaccessible, that I expected to have been pulled up by arope; and sincerely repented having gratified my curiosity tobehold my Daughters at the expence of being obliged to entertheir prison in so dangerous