To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.
Silleri, Wednesday morning.
Poor Emily is to meet with perpetual mortification: we have been
carrioling with Fitzgerald and my father; and, coming back, met your
brother driving Mademoiselle Clairaut: Emily trembled, turned pale, and
scarce returned Rivers's bow; I never saw a poor little girl so in
love; she is amazingly altered within the last fortnight.
Two o'clock.
A letter from Mrs. Melmoth: I send you a copy of it with this.
Adieu!
Yours,
A. Fermor.