_Saturday Morning [Paris, Feb. 1794]._
The two or three letters, which I have written to you lately, my love,
will serve as an answer to your explanatory one. I cannot but respect your
motives and conduct. I always respected them; and was only hurt, by what
seemed to me a want of confidence, and consequently affection.--I thought
also, that if you were obliged to stay three months at Havre, I might as
well have been with you.--Well! well, what signifies what I brooded
over--Let us now be friends!
I shall probably receive a letter from you to-day, sealing my pardon--and
I will be careful not to torment you with my querulous humours, at least,
till I see you again. Act as circumstances direct, and I will not enquire
when they will permit you to return, convinced that you will hasten to
your Mary, when you have attained (or lost sight of) the object of your
journey.
What a picture have you sketched of our fire-side! Yes, my love, my fancy
was instantly at work, and I found my head on your shoulder, whilst my
eyes were fixed on the little creatures that were clinging about your
knees. I did not absolutely determine that there should be six--if you
have not set your heart on this round number.
I am going to dine with Mrs. ----. I have not been to visit her since the
first day she came to Paris. I wish indeed to be out in the air as much as
I can; for the exercise I have taken these two or three days past, has
been of such service to me, that I hope shortly to tell you, that I am
quite well. I have scarcely slept before last night, and then not
much.--The two Mrs. ----s have been very anxious and tender.
Yours truly
MARY.