THURSDAY MORN. 5.

I have written all night. [Excuse indifferent writing; my crow-quills

are worn to the stumps, and I must get a new supply.]

***

These ladies always write with crow-quills, Jack.

If thou art capable of taking in all my providences, in this letter, thou

wilt admire my sagacity and contrivance almost as much as I do myself.

Thou seest, that Miss Lardner, Mrs. Sinclair, Tomlinson, Mrs.

Fretchville, Mennell, are all mentioned in it. My first liberties with

her person also. [Modesty, modesty, Belford, I doubt, is more confined

to time, place, and occasion, even by the most delicate minds, than these

minds would have it believed to be.] And why all these taken notice of

by me from the genuine letter, but for fear some future letter from the

vixen should escape my hands, in which she might refer to these names?

And, if none of them were to have been found in this that is to pass for

her's, I might be routed horse and foot, as Lord M. would phrase it in a

like case.

Devilish hard (and yet I may thank myself) to be put to all this plague

and trouble:--And for what dost thou ask?--O Jack, for a triumph of more

value to me beforehand than an imperial crown!--Don't ask me the value of

it a month hence. But what indeed is an imperial crown itself when a man

is used to it?

Miss Howe might well be anxious about the letter she wrote. Her sweet

friend, from what I have let pass of her's, has reason to rejoice in the

thought that it fell not into my hands.

And now must all my contrivances be set at work, to intercept the

expected letter from Miss Howe: which is, as I suppose, to direct her to

a place of safety, and out of my knowledge. Mrs. Townsend is, no doubt,

in this case, to smuggle her off: I hope the villain, as I am so

frequently called between these two girls, will be able to manage this

point.

But what, perhaps, thou askest, if the lady should take it into her head,

by the connivance of Miss Rawlins, to quit this house privately in the

night?

I have thought of this, Jack. Does not Will. lie in the house? And is

not the widow Bevis my fast friend?

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