This is, however, yet a secret here; but, according to my present
doctrine, and following the nature of things, it cannot long continue
so.
You never saw so polite a husband, but I suppose they are all so the
first fortnight, especially when married in so interesting and romantic
a manner; I am very fond of the fancy of being thus married _as it
were_; but I have a notion I shall blunder it out very soon: we were
married on a party to Three Rivers, nobody with us but papa and Madame
Villiers, who have not yet published the mystery. I hear some misses at
Quebec are scandalous about Fitzgerald's being so much here; I will
leave them in doubt a little, I think, merely to gratify their love of
scandal; every body should be amused in their way.
Adieu! yours,
A. Fitzgerald.
Pray let Emily be married; every body marries but poor little Emily.