I am thinking, my dear, how happy it is, since most human beings
differ so extremely one from another, that heaven has given us the same
variety in our tastes.
Your brother is a divine fellow, and yet there is a sauciness about
Fitzgerald which pleases me better; as he has told me a thousand
times, he thinks me infinitely more agreable than Emily.
Adieu! I am going to Quebec.
Yours,
A. Fermor.