_Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton_
_London, Grosvenor Street_
I write, at present, to my dear Louisa, that by writing I may divert
the perturbation of my mind. But I must begin calmly; for I have so
much to say, that I scarcely know what to say first. Our mutual
conjectures, concerning honest Aby, are in part verified. I conclude
thus, not from having seen any more of his letters, but from knowing
more have been received; which, instead of having been shewn me, have,
if I do not mistake, thrown Sir Arthur into some of the most serious
reflections he ever experienced. I never knew him so grave,
thoughtful, and pensive, as he has been for some days--
My brother too!--But more of him by and by.
Observing the efforts of reflection, and desirous of aiding,
alleviating, or increasing them, as should be most prudent, I took an
opportunity, after breakfast, when Sir Arthur and I were alone, of
speaking to him; and we had the following dialogue.
I think, sir, you seem more thoughtful lately than usual. I am afraid
there is something disturbs you. Can I--?
No, no--Nothing--Not much. Worldly matters, which you do not
understand.
I am far from wishing, sir, to intrude into your private concerns;
except they were such as might relate to me, and--
Mere money matters, child; of which you have no knowledge--[We paused;
Sir Arthur seeming as if his mind laboured with a subject which he knew
not how to begin]--Where is Mr. Henley?
Retired to his apartment, sir. This is his time of day for study.
He is a very learned young man.
Not so learned I believe, sir, as wise.
Are not they the same thing?