MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT, ELEVEN O'CLOCK.
Faith, Jack, thou hadst half undone me with thy nonsense, though I would
not own it on my yesterday's letter: my conscience of thy party before.--
But I think I am my own man again.
So near to execution my plot; so near springing my mine; all agreed upon
between the women and me; or I believe thou hadst overthrown me.
I have time for a few lines preparative to what is to happen in an hour
or two; and I love to write to the moment.
We have been extremely happy. How many agreeable days have we known
together!--What may the next two hours produce.
When I parted with my charmer, (which I did, with infinite reluctance,
half an hour ago,) it was upon her promise that she would not sit up to
write or read. For so engaging was the conversation to me, (and indeed
my behaviour throughout the whole of it was confessedly agreeable to
her,) that I insisted, if she did not directly retire to rest, that she
should add another happy hour to the former.
To have sat up writing or reading half the night, as she sometimes does,
would have frustrated my view, as thou wilt observe, when my little plot
unravels.
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