LETTER XXVII

MR. BELFORD, TO ROBERT LOVELACE, ESQ.

THURSDAY NIGHT.

I was forced to take back my twenty guineas. How the women managed it I

can't tell, (I suppose they too readily found a purchaser for the rich

suit;) but she mistrusted, that I was the advancer of the money; and

would not let the clothes go. But Mrs. Lovick has actually sold, for

fifteen guineas, some rich lace worth three times the sum; out of which

she repaid her the money she borrowed for fees to the doctor, in an

illness occasioned by the barbarity of the most savage of men. Thou

knowest his name!

The Doctor called on her in the morning it seems, and had a short debate

with her about fees. She insisted that he should take one every time he

came, write or not write; mistrusting that he only gave verbal directions

to Mrs. Lovick, or the nurse, to avoid taking any.

He said that it would be impossible for him, had he not been a physician,

to forbear inquiries after the health and welfare of so excellent a

person. He had not the thought of paying her a compliment in declining

the offered fee: but he knew her case could not so suddenly vary as to

demand his daily visits. She must permit him, therefore, to inquire of

the women below after her health; and he must not think of coming up, if

he were to be pecuniarily rewarded for the satisfaction he was so

desirous to give himself.

It ended in a compromise for a fee each other time; which she unwillingly

submitted to; telling him, that though she was at present desolate and in

disgrace, yet her circumstances were, of right, high; and no expenses

could rise so as to be scrupled, whether she lived or died. But she

submitted, she added, to the compromise, in hopes to see him as often as

he had opportunity; for she really looked upon him, and Mr. Goddard, from

their kind and tender treatment of her, with a regard next to filial.

I hope thou wilt make thyself acquainted with this worthy Doctor when

thou comest to town; and give him thy thanks, for putting her into

conceit with the sex that thou hast given her so much reason to execrate.

Farewell.

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