To Miss Montague.
Feb. 25, Eight o'clock, just up.
My dear, you deceive yourself; you love Colonel Rivers; you love him
even with all the tenderness of romance: read over again the latter
part of your letter; I know friendship, and of what it is capable; but
I fear the sacrifices it makes are of a different nature.
Examine your heart, my Emily, and tell me the result of that
examination. It is of the utmost consequence to you to be clear as to
the nature of your affection for Rivers.
Adieu! Yours,
A. Fermor.