„Das glaube ich nun eher nicht“, sagte ich auf die Frage einer Kollegin hin, ob in Charles Grandison auch erwähnt werde, wie sich ein tugendhafter Mann in seiner Hochzeitsnacht zu verhalten habe. Vier Bände später war es dann so weit: Die Hochzeit von Sir Charles und Harriet. Nein, es gibt keine Tipps, das wäre wohl etwas zu viel verlangt für einen nicht-pornographischen Roman des 18. Jahrhunderts. Aber ich fand die Beschreibung des Drumherums sehr schön und teilweise auch sehr niedlich.
Es berichtet Lady Charlotte G., geborene Grandison, Sir Charles’ jüngere Schwester, an beider ältere Schwester Lady Caroline L.
After all, Lady L. we women, dressed out in ribbands, and gaudy trappings, and in Virgin-white, on our Wedding-days, seem but like milk-white heifers led to sacrifice. We ought to be indulged, if we are not shameless things, and very wrong indeed, in our choice of the man we can love. […]
I drew Miss Nedham to the sideboard, and gave her her cue: She gave theirs to the three other Bride-maids.
About Eleven, Mrs. Selby, unobserved, withdrew with the Bride. The Bride-maids, one by one, waited on her to her chamber; saluted her, and returned to company.
The dear creature wanted presence of mind. She fell into my reflexion above. O my dear Lady G! said she, was I not right when I declared, that I never would marry, were it not to the man I loved above all the men in the world?
She complimented me twenty times, with being very good. She prayed for me; but her prayers were meant for herself.
You remember, that she told me, on my apprehensiveness on the like occasion, that fear made me loving to her. On her blessing me, Ah, Harriet, said I, you now find, that apprehension will make one pious, as well as loving.
My Sister, my Friend, my own, my Caroline’s, my Brother’s, dear Lady Grandison! said I, when I left her, near undressed, God bless you! And God be praised, that I can call you by these tender names! My Brother is the happiest of men; You of women. May we never love each other less than we do now! Look forward to the serene happiness of your future lot. If you are the Joy of our Brother, you must be our Joy, and the Jewel of our Family.
She answered me only be a fervent embrace, her eyes lifted up, surcharged, as I may say, with tears of joy, as in thankfulness.
I then rushed down-stairs, and into the company.
My Brother instantly addressed me – My Harriet, whispered he, with impatience, returns not this night.
You will see Mrs. Selby, I presume, by-and-by, returned I.
He took his seat by old Mrs. Selby, and fell into talk with her, to avoid joining in the dances. His eye was continually turned to the door. Mrs. Selby, at last, came in. Her eyes shewed the tender leave she had taken of her Harriet.
My brother approached her. She went out: He followed her.
In a quarter of an hour she returned.
We saw my brother no more that night.