MISS CLARISSA HARLOWE, TO MISS HOWE SAT. MAR. 4.

Would you not have thought something might have been obtained in my

favour, from an offer so reasonable, from an expedient so proper, as I

imagine, to put a tolerable end, as from myself, to a correspondence I

hardly know how otherwise, with safety to some of my family, to get rid

of?--But my brother's plan, (which my mother spoke of, and of which I

have in vain endeavoured to procure a copy, with a design to take it to

pieces, and expose it, as I question not there is room to do,) joined

with my father's impatience of contradiction, are irresistible.

I have not been in bed all night; nor am I in the least drowsy.

Expectation, and hope, and doubt, (an uneasy state!) kept me

sufficiently wakeful. I stept down at my usual time, that it might not

be known I had not been in bed; and gave directions in the family way.

About eight o'clock, Shorey came to me from my mother with orders to

attend her in her chamber.

My mother had been weeping, I saw by her eyes: but her aspect seemed to

be less tender, and less affectionate, than the day before; and this, as

soon as I entered into her presence, struck me with an awe, which gave a

great damp to my spirits.

Sit down, Clary Harlowe; I shall talk to you by-and-by: and continued

looking into a drawer among laces and linens, in a way neither busy nor

unbusy.

I believe it was a quarter of an hour before she spoke to me (my heart

throbbing with the suspense all the time); and then she asked me coldly,

What directions I had given for the day?

I shewed her the bill of fare for this day, and to-morrow, if, I said,

it pleased her to approve of it.

She made a small alteration in it; but with an air so cold and so

solemn, as added to my emotions.

Mr. Harlowe talks of dining out to-day, I think, at my brother

Antony's--

Mr. Harlowe!--Not my father!--Have I not then a father!--thought I.

Sit down when I bid you.

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