7. CHAPTER VII.
Containing the whole humours of a masquerade
Our cavaliers now arrived at that temple, where Heydegger, the great
Arbiter Deliciarum, the great high-priest of pleasure, presides;
and, like other heathen priests, imposes on his votaries by the
pretended presence of the deity, when in reality no such deity is
there.
Mr. Nightingale, having taken a turn or two with his companion, soon
left him, and walked off with a female, saying, "Now you are here,
sir, you must beat about for your own game."
Jones began to entertain strong hopes that his Sophia was present;
and these hopes gave him more spirits than the lights, the music,
and the company; though these are pretty strong antidotes against
the spleen. He now accosted every woman he saw, whose stature,
shape, or air, bore any resemblance to his angel. To all of whom he
endeavoured to say something smart, in order to engage an answer, by
which he might discover that voice which he thought it impossible he
should mistake. Some of these answered by a question, in a squeaking
voice, Do you know me? Much the greater number said, I don't know you,
sir, and nothing more. Some called him an impertinent fellow; some
made him no answer at all; some said, Indeed I don't know your
voice, and I shall have nothing to say to you; and many gave him as
kind answers as he could wish, but not in the voice he desired to
hear.
Whilst he was talking with one of these last (who was in the habit
of a shepherdess) a lady in a domino came up to him, and slapping
him on the shoulder, whispered him, at the same time, in the ear,
"If you talk any longer with that trollop, I will acquaint Miss
Western."
Jones no sooner heard that name, than, immediately quitting his
former companion, he applied to the domino, begging and entreating her
to show him the lady she had mentioned, if she was then in the room.
The mask walked hastily to the upper end of the innermost
apartment before she spoke; and then, instead of answering him, sat
down, and declared she was tired. Jones sat down by her, and still
persisted in his entreaties: at last the lady coldly answered, "I
imagined Mr. Jones had been a more discerning lover, than to suffer
any disguise to conceal his mistress from him." "Is she here, then,
madam?" replied Jones, with some vehemence. Upon which the lady
cries- "Hush, sir, you will be observed. I promise you, upon my
honour, Miss Western is not here."
Jones, now taking the mask by the hand, fell to entreating her in
the most earnest manner, to acquaint him where he might find Sophia:
and when he could obtain no direct answer, he began to upbraid her
gently for having disappointed him the day before; and concluded,
saying, "Indeed, my good fairy queen, I know your majesty very well,
notwithstanding the affected disguise of your voice. Indeed, Mrs.
Fitzpatrick, it is a little cruel to divert yourself at the expense of
my torments."
The mask answered, "Though you have so ingeniously discovered me,
I must still speak in the same voice, lest I should be known by
others. And do you think, good sir, that I have no greater regard
for my cousin, than to assist in carrying on an affair between you
two, which must end in her ruin, as well as your own? Besides, I
promise you, my cousin is not mad enough to consent to her own
destruction, if you are so much her enemy as to tempt her to it."
"Alas, madam!" said Jones, "you little know my heart, when you
call me an enemy of Sophia."
"And yet to ruin any one," cries the other, "you will allow, is
the act of an enemy; and when by the same act you must knowingly and
certainly bring ruin on yourself, is it not folly or madness, as
well as guilt? Now, sir, my cousin hath very little more than her
father will please to give her; very little for one of her fashion-
you know him, and you know your own situation."
Jones vowed he had no such design on Sophia, "That he would rather
suffer the most violent of deaths than sacrifice her interest to his
desires." He said, "he knew how unworthy he was of her, every way,
that he had long ago resolved to quit all such aspiring thoughts,
but that some strange accidents had made him desirous to see her
once more, when he promised he would take leave of her for ever. No,
madam," concluded he, "my love is not of that base kind which seeks
its own satisfaction at the expense of what is most dear to its
object. I would sacrifice everything to the possession of my Sophia,
but Sophia herself."
Though the reader may have already conceived no very sublime idea of
the virtue of the lady in the mask; and though possibly she may
hereafter appear not to deserve one of the first characters of her
sex; yet, it is certain, these generous sentiments made a strong
impression upon her, and greatly added to the affection she had before
conceived for our young heroe.
The lady now, after a silence of a few moments, said, "She did not
see his pretensions to Sophia so much in the light of presumption,
as of imprudence. Young fellows," says she, "can never have too
aspiring thoughts. I love ambition in a young man, and I would have
you cultivate it as much as possible. Perhaps you may succeed with
those who are infinitely superior in fortune; nay, I am convinced
there are women-- but don't you think me a strange creature, Mr.
Jones, to be thus giving advice to a man with whom I am so little
acquainted, and one with whose behaviour to me I have so little reason
to be pleased?"
Here Jones began to apologize, and to hope he had not offended in
anything he had said of her cousin.- To which the mask answered, "And
are you so little versed in the sex, to imagine you can well affront a
lady more than by entertaining her with your passion for another
woman? If the fairy queen had conceived no better opinion of your
gallantry, she would scarce have appointed you to meet her at the
masquerade."
Jones had never less inclination to an amour than at present; but
gallantry to the ladies was among his principles of honour; and he
held it as much incumbent on him to accept a challenge to love, as
if it had been a challenge to fight. Nay, his very love to Sophia made
it necessary for him to keep well with the lady, as he made no doubt
but she was capable of bringing him into the presence of the other.
He began therefore to make a very warm answer to her last speech,
when a mask, in the character of an old woman, joined them. This
mask was one of those ladies who go to a masquerade only to vent
ill-nature, by telling people rude truths, and by endeavouring, as the
phrase is, to spoil as much sport as they are able. This good lady,
therefore, having observed Jones, and his friend, whom she well
knew, in close consultation together in a corner of the room,
concluded she could nowhere satisfy her spleen better than by
interrupting them. She attacked them, therefore, and soon drove them
from their retirement; nor was she contented with this, but pursued
them to every place which they shifted to avoid her; till Mr.
Nightingale, seeing the distress of his friend, at last relieved
him, and engaged the old woman in another pursuit.
While Jones and his mask were walking together about the room, to
rid themselves of the teazer, he observed his lady speak to several
masks, with the same freedom of acquaintance as if they had been
barefaced. He could not help expressing his surprize at this;
saying, "Sure, madam, you must have infinite discernment, to know
people in all disguises." To which the lady answered, "You cannot
conceive anything more insipid and childish than a masquerade to the
people of fashion, who in general know one another as well here, as
when they meet in an assembly or a drawing-room; nor will any woman of
condition converse with a person with whom she is not acquainted. In
short, the generality of persons whom you see here, may more
properly be said to kill time in this place than in any other; and
generally retire from hence more tired than from the longest sermon.
To say the truth, I begin to be in that situation myself; and if I
have any faculty at guessing, you are not much better pleased. I
protest it would be almost charity in me to go home for your sake." "I
know but one charity equal to it," cries Jones, "and that is to suffer
me to wait on you home." "Sure," answered the lady, "you have a
strange opinion of me, to imagine, that upon such an acquaintance, I
would let you into my doors at this time of night. I fancy you
impute the friendship I have shown my cousin to some other motive.
Confess honestly; don't you consider this contrived interview as
little better than a downright assignation? Are you used, Mr. Jones,
to make these sudden conquests?" "I am not used, madam," said Jones,
"to submit to such sudden conquests; but as you have taken my heart by
surprize, the rest of my body hath a right to follow; so you must
pardon me if I resolve to attend you wherever you go." He
accompanied these words with some proper actions; upon which the lady,
after a gentle rebuke, and saying their familiarity would be observed,
told him, "She was going to sup with an acquaintance, whither she
hoped he would not follow her; for if you should," said she, "I
shall be thought an unaccountable creature, though my friend indeed is
not censorious: yet I hope you won't follow me; I protest I shall
not know what to say if you do."
The lady presently after quitted the masquerade, and Jones,
notwithstanding the severe prohibition he had received, presumed to
attend her. He was now reduced to the same dilemma we have mentioned
before, namely, the want of a shilling, and could not relieve it by
borrowing as before. He therefore walked boldly on after the chair
in which his lady rode, pursued by a grand huzza, from all the
chairmen present, who wisely take the best care they can to
discountenance all walking afoot by their betters. Luckily, however,
the gentry who attend at the Opera-house were too busy to quit their
stations, and as the lateness of the hour prevented him from meeting
many of their brethren in the street, he proceeded without
molestation, in a dress, which, at another season, would have
certainly raised a mob at his heels.
The lady was set down in a street not far from Hanover-square, where
the door being presently opened, she was carried in, and the
gentleman, without any ceremony, walked in after her.
Jones and his companion were now together in a very well-furnished
and well-warmed room; when the female, still speaking in her
masquerade voice, said she was surprized at her friend, who must
absolutely have forgot her appointment; at which, after venting much
resentment, she suddenly exprest some apprehension from Jones, and
asked him what the world would think of their having been alone
together in a house at that time of night? But instead of a direct
answer to so important a question, Jones began to be very
importunate with the lady to unmask; and at length having prevailed,
there appeared, not Mrs. Fitzpatrick, but the Lady Bellaston herself.
It would be tedious to give the particular conversation, which
consisted of very common and ordinary occurrences, and which lasted
from two till six o'clock in the morning. It is sufficient to
mention all of it that is anywise material to this history. And this
was a promise that the lady would endeavour to find out Sophia, and in
a few days bring him to an interview with her, on condition that he
would then take his leave of her. When this was thoroughly settled,
and a second meeting in the evening appointed at the same place,
they separated; the lady returned to her house, and Jones to his
lodgings.