To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.
Quebec, March 28.
I am at present, my dear Lucy, extremely embarrassed; Madame Des
Roches is at Quebec: it is impossible for me not to be more than polite
to her; yet my Emily has all my heart, and demands all my attention;
there is but one way of seeing them both as often as I wish; 'tis to
bring them as often as possible together: I wish extremely that Emily
would visit her, but 'tis a point of the utmost delicacy to manage.
Will it not on reflection be cruel to Madame Des Roches? I know her
generosity of mind, but I also know the weakness of the human heart:
can she see with pleasure a beloved rival?
My Lucy, I never so much wanted your advice: I will consult Bell
Fermor, who knows every thought of my Emily's heart.
Eleven o'clock.
I have visited Madame Des Roches at her relation's; she received me
with a pleasure which was too visible not to be observed by all
present: she blushed, her voice faltered when she addressed me; her
eyes had a softness which seemed to reproach my insensibility: I was
shocked at the idea of having inspired her with a tenderness not in my
power to return; I was afraid of increasing that tenderness; I scarce
dared to meet her looks.
I felt a criminal in the presence of this amiable woman; for both
our sakes, I must see her seldom: yet what an appearance will my
neglect have, after the attention she has shewed me, and the friendship
she has expressed for me to all the world?
I know not what to determine. I am going to Silleri. Adieu till my
return.
Eight o'clock.
I have entreated Emily to admit Madame Des Roches among the number
of her friends, and have asked her to visit her to-morrow morning: she
changed color at my request, but promised to go.
I almost repent of what I have done: I am to attend Emily and Bell
Fermor to Madame Des Roches in the morning: I am afraid I shall
introduce them with a very bad grace. Adieu!
Your affectionate
Ed. Rivers.