I have had the expected conference with my aunt.

I have been obliged to hear the man's proposals from her; and have been

told also what their motives are for espousing his interest with so much

warmth. I am even loth to mention how equally unjust it is for him to

make such offers, or for those I am bound to reverence to accept of

them. I hate him more than before. One great estate is already obtained

at the expense of the relations to it, though distant relations; my

brother's, I mean, by his godmother: and this has given the hope,

however chimerical that hope, of procuring others; and that my own at

least may revert to the family. And yet, in my opinion, the world is

but one great family. Originally it was so. What then is this narrow

selfishness that reigns in us, but relationship remembered against

relationship forgot?

But here, upon my absolute refusal of him upon any terms, have I had

a signification made me that wounds me to the heart. How can I tell it

you? Yet I must. It is, my dear, that I must not for a month to come, or

till license obtained, correspond with any body out of the house.

My brother, upon my aunt's report, (made, however, as I am informed,

in the gentlest manner, and even giving remote hopes, which she had no

commission from me to give,) brought me, in authoritative terms, the

prohibition.

Not to Miss Howe? said I.

No, not to Miss Howe, Madam, tauntingly: for have you not acknowledged,

that Lovelace is a favourite there?

See, my dear Miss Howe--!

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