’And so saying, I conducted her to the door, and left her there.  But, instead of going down to the women, I went into my own chamber, and locked myself in; ashamed of being awed by her majestic loveliness, and apprehensive virtue, into so great a change of purpose, notwithstanding I had such just provocations from the letters of her saucy friend, formed on her own representations of facts and situations between herself and me.

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[The Lady (dated Sunday night) thus describes her terrors, and Mr.
   Lovelace’s behaviour, on the occasion.]

On my entering the dining-room, he took my hand in his, in such a humour, I saw plainly he was resolved to quarrel with me—­And for what?—­What had I done to him?—­I never in my life beheld in any body such wild, such angry, such impatient airs.  I was terrified; and instead of being as angry as I intended to be, I was forced to be all mildness.  I can hardly remember what were his first words, I was so frighted.  But you hate me, Madam! you hate me, Madam! were some of them—­with such a fierceness—­I wished myself a thousand miles distant from him.  I hate nobody, said I:  I thank God I hate nobody—­You terrify me, Mr. Lovelace—­let me leave you.—­The man, my dear, looked quite ugly—­I never saw a man look so ugly as passion made him look—­and for what?—­And so he grasped my hands!—­ fierce creature;—­he so grasped my hands!  In short, he seemed by his looks, and by his words (once putting his arms about me) to wish me to provoke him.  So that I had nothing to do but to beg of him (which I did repeatedly) to permit me to withdraw:  and to promise to meet him at his own time in the morning.

It was with a very ill grace that he complied, on that condition; and at parting he kissed my hand with such a savageness, that a redness remains upon it still.

Do you not think, my dear, that I have reason to be incensed at him, my situation considered?  Am I not under a necessity, as it were, of quarrelling with him; at least every other time I see him?  No prudery, no coquetry, no tyranny in my heart, or in my behaviour to him, that I know of.  No affected procrastination.  Aiming at nothing but decorum.  He as much concerned, and so he ought to think, as I, to have that observed.  Too much in his power:  cast upon him by the cruelty of my relations.  No other protection to fly to but his.  One plain path before us; yet such embarrasses, such difficulties, such subjects for doubt, for cavil, for uneasiness; as fast as one is obviated, another to be introduced, and not by myself—­know not how introduced—­What pleasure can I propose to myself in meeting such a wretch?

Perfect for me, my dearest Miss Howe, perfect for me, I beseech you, your kind scheme with Mrs. Townsend; and I will then leave this man.

My temper, I believe, is changed.  No wonder if it be.  I question whether ever it will be what it was.  But I cannot make him half so uneasy by the change, as I am myself.  See you not how, from step to step, he grows upon me?—­I tremble to look back upon his encroachments.  And now to give me cause to apprehend more evil from him, than indignation will permit me to express!—­O my dear, perfect your scheme, and let me fly from so strange a wretch!