As to your estate, since you are resolved not to litigate for it, we will be patient, either till Colonel Morden arrives, or till shame compels some people to be just.

Upon the whole, I cannot but think your prospects now much happier than they could have been, had you been actually married to such a man as this.  I must therefore congratulate you upon your escape, not only from a horrid libertine, but from so vile a husband, as he must have made to any woman; but more especially to a person of your virtue and delicacy.

You hate him, heartily hate him, I hope, my dear—­I am sure you do.  It would be strange, if so much purity of life and manners were not to abhor what is so repugnant to itself.

In your letter before me, you mention one written to me for a feint.* I have not received any such.  Depend upon it, therefore, that he must have it.  And if he has, it is a wonder that he did not likewise get my long one of the 7th.  Heaven be praised that he did not; and that it came safe to your hands!

* See Vol.  V. Letters XXI. and XXII.

I send this by a young fellow, whose father is one of our tenants, with command to deliver it to no other hands but your’s.  He is to return directly, if you give him any letter.  If not, he will proceed to London upon his own pleasures.  He is a simple fellow; but very honest.  So you may say anything to him.  If you write not by him, I desire a line or two, as soon as possible.

My mother knows nothing of his going to you; nor yet of your abandoning the fellow.  Forgive me!  But he is not entitled to good manners.

I shall long to hear how you and Mrs. Townsend order matters.  I wish she could have been with you sooner.  But I have lost no time in engaging her, as you will suppose.  I refer to her, what I have further to say and advise.  So shall conclude with my prayers, that Heaven will direct and protect my dearest creature, and make your future days happy!

Anna Howe.

And now, Jack, I will suppose that thou hast read this cursed letter. 
Allow me to make a few observations upon some of its contents.

It is strange to Miss Howe, that having got her friend at such a shocking advantage, &c.  And it is strange to me, too.  If ever I have such another opportunity given to me, the cause of both our wonder, I believe, will cease.

So thou seest Tomlinson is further detected.—­No such person as Mrs. Fretchville.—­May lightning from Heaven—­O Lord, O Lord, O Lord!—­What a horrid vixen is this!—­My gang, my remorseless gang, too, is brought in—­ and thou wilt plead for these girls again; wilt thou? heaven be praised, she says, that her friend is out of danger—­Miss Howe should be sure of that, and that she herself is safe.—­But for this termagant, (as I often said,) I must surely have made a better hand of it.—­

New stories of me, Jack!—­What can they be?—­I have not found that my generosity to my Rose-bud ever did me due credit with this pair of friends.  Very hard, Belford, that credits cannot be set against debits, and a balance struck in a rake’s favour, as well as in that of every common man!—­But he, from whom no good is expected, is not allowed the merit of the good he does.