To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.
Silleri, Oct. 15.
Our wanderer is returned, my dear, and in such spirits as you can't
conceive: he passed yesterday with us; he likes to have us to himself,
and he had yesterday; we walked _à trio_ in the wood, and were
foolish; I have not passed so agreable a day since I came to Canada: I
love mightily to be foolish, and the people here have no taste that way
at all: your brother is divinely so upon occasion. The weather was, to
use the Canadian phrase, _superbe et magnifique_. We shall not, I
am told, have much more in the same _magnifique_ style, so we
intend to make the most of it: I have ordered your brother to come and
walk with us from morning till night; every day and all the day.
The dear man was amazingly overjoyed to see us again; we shared in
his joy, though my little Emily took some pains to appear tranquil on
the occasion: I never saw more pleasure in the countenances of two
people in my life, nor more pains taken to suppress it.
Do you know Fitzgerald is really an agreable fellow? I have an
admirable natural instinct; I perceived he had understanding, from his
aquiline nose and his eagle eye, which are indexes I never knew fail. I
believe we are going to be great; I am not sure I shall not admit him
to make up a _partie quarrée_ with your brother and Emily: I told
him my original plot upon him, and he was immensely pleased with it. I
almost fancy he can be foolish; in that case, my business is done: if
with his other merits he has that, I am a lost woman.
He has excellent sense, great good nature, and the true princely
spirit of an Irishman: he will be ruined here, but that is his affair,
not mine. He changed quarters with an officer now at Montreal; and,
because the lodgings were to be furnished, thought himself obliged to
leave three months wine in the cellars.
His person is pleasing; he has good eyes and teeth (the only
beauties I require), is marked with the small pox, which in men gives a
sensible look; very manly, and looks extremely like a gentleman.
He comes, the conqueror comes.
I see him plainly through the trees; he is now in full view, within
twenty yards of the house. He looks particularly well on horseback,
Lucy; which is one certain proof of a good education. The fellow is
well born, and has ideas of things: I think I shall admit him of my
train.
Emily wonders I have never been in love: the cause is clear; I have
prevented any attachment to one man, by constantly flirting with
twenty: 'tis the most sovereign receipt in the world. I think too, my
dear, you have maintained a sort of running fight with the little
deity: our hour is not yet come. Adieu!
Yours,
A. Fermor.