D. Because he only proposes to entertain you with pretty stories of
foreign nations in a winter's evening.--Dearest, dearest Madam, let me
have all the reading of his letter through. I will forgive him all he
says about me.
M. It may be a very difficult thing, perhaps, for a man of the best
sense to write a love-letter that may not be cavilled at.
D. That's because lovers in their letters hit not the medium. They
either write too much nonsense, or too little. But do you call this odd
soul's letter [no more will I call him old soul, if I can help it] a
love-letter?
M. Well, well, I see you are averse to this matter. I am not to be
your mother; you will live single, if I marry. I had a mind to see if
generosity govern you in your views. I shall pursue my own inclinations;
and if they should happen to be suitable to yours, pray let me for the
future be better rewarded by you than hitherto I have been.
And away she flung, without staying for a reply.--Vexed, I dare say, that
I did not better approve of the proposal--were it only that the merit of
denying might have been all her own, and to lay the stronger obligation
upon her saucy daughter.
She wrote such a widow-like refusal when she went from me, as might not
exclude hope in any other wooer; whatever it may do in Mr. Tony Harlowe.
It will be my part, to take care to beat her off the visit she half-
promises to make him (as you will see in her answer) upon condition that
he will withdraw his suit. For who knows what effect the old bachelor's
exotics [far-fetched and dear-bought you know is a proverb] might
otherwise have upon a woman's mind, wanting nothing but unnecessaries,
gewgaws, and fineries, and offered such as are not easily to be met with,
or purchased?
Well, but now I give you leave to read here, in this place, the copy of
my mother's answer to your uncle's letter. Not one comment will I make
upon it. I know my duty better. And here, therefore, taking the liberty
to hope, that I may, in your present less disagreeable, though not wholly
agreeable situation, provoke a smile from you, I conclude myself,
Your ever affectionate and faithful,
ANNA HOWE.