MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ. [IN CONTINUATION.]

I obliged the dear creature highly, I could perceive, by bringing Mrs.

Greme to attend her, and to suffer that good woman's recommendation of

lodgings to take place, on her refusal to go to The Lawn.

She must believe all my views to be honourable, when I had provided for

her no particular lodgings, leaving it to her choice, whether she would

go to M. Hall, to The Lawn, to London, or to either of the dowagers of

my family.

She was visibly pleased with my motion of putting Mrs. Greme into the

chaise with her, and riding on horseback myself.

Some people would have been apprehensive of what might pass between

her and Mrs. Greme. But as all my relations either know or believe the

justice of my intentions by her, I was in no pain on that account;

and the less, as I have always been above hypocrisy, or wishing to be

thought better than I am. And indeed, what occasion has a man to be an

hypocrite, who has hitherto found his views upon the sex better answered

for his being known to be a rake? Why, even my beloved here denied not

to correspond with me, though her friends had taught her to think me a

libertine--Who then would be trying a new and worse character?

And then Mrs. Greme is a pious matron, and would not have been biased

against truth on any consideration. She used formerly, while there were

any hopes of my reformation, to pray for me. She hardly continues the

good custom, I doubt; for her worthy lord makes no scruple occasionally

to rave against me to man, woman, and child, as they come in his way.

He is very undutiful, as thou knowest. Surely, I may say so; since all

duties are reciprocal. But for Mrs. Greme, poor woman! when my lord

has the gout, and is at The Lawn, and the chaplain not to be found, she

prays by him, or reads a chapter to him in the Bible, or some other good

book.

Was it not therefore right to introduce such a good sort of woman to

the dear creature; and to leave them, without reserve, to their own

talk!--And very busy in talk I saw they were, as they rode; and felt it

too; for most charmingly glowed my cheeks.

I hope I shall be honest, I once more say: but as we frail mortals are

not our own masters at all times, I must endeavour to keep the dear

creature unapprehensive, until I can get her to our acquaintance's in

London, or to some other safe place there. Should I, in the interim,

give her the least room for suspicion; or offer to restrain her; she

can make her appeals to strangers, and call the country in upon me; and,

perhaps, throw herself upon her relations on their own terms. And were I

now to lose her, how unworthy should I be to be the prince and leader

of such a confraternity as ours!--How unable to look up among men! or to

shew my face among women!

As things at present stand, she dare not own that she went off against

her own consent; and I have taken care to make all the implacables

believe, that she escaped with it.

She has received an answer from Miss Howe, to the letter written to her

from St. Alban's.*

* See Vol. II. Letter XLVIII.

Whatever are the contents, I know not; but she was drowned in tears on

the perusal of it. And I am the sufferer.

Miss Howe is a charming creature too; but confoundedly smart and

spiritful. I am a good deal afraid of her. Her mother can hardly keep

her in. I must continue to play off old Antony, by my honest Joseph,

upon that mother, in order to manage that daughter, and oblige my

beloved to an absolute dependence upon myself.*

* See Vol. I. Letter XXXI.

Mrs. Howe is impatient of contradiction. So is Miss. A young lady who is

sensible that she has all the materials requisites herself, to be under

maternal controul;--fine ground for a man of intrigue to build upon!--A

mother over-notable; a daughter over-sensible; and their Hickman, who

is--over-neither: but merely a passive--

Only that I have an object still more desirable--!

Yet how unhappy, that these two young ladies lived so near each other,

and are so well acquainted! Else how charmingly might I have managed

them both!

But one man cannot have every woman worth having--Pity though--when the

man is such a VERY clever fellow!

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