“MY sister” was the reply; “my sister, whose miniature hangs there.”
“Is it a faithful representation?” further asked Clive. “It is,” rejoined Maskelyne, “of her face and form; but it is unequal to represent the excellence of her mind and character.”
“Well Maskelyne,” said Clive, taking him by the hand; “you know me well, and can speak of me as I really am. Do you think that girl would be induced to come to India, and marry me? In the present state of affairs, I dare not hope to be able to go to England.”
Maskelyne wrote home,* and so recommended Clive’s suit that the lady acquiesced, went to India, and, in 1753, was married at Madras to Clive,* then rising to the highest distinction.
* On March 28th, 1752. The letter is extant.
* At St Mary’s Church in Madras on February 18th, 1753. (Madras is the English name for Chennai.)