I am sure she was ten times more angry with him than I was, but this it is to be too warm in the interest of our friends.

    Adieu! till to-morrow. 
      Yours,
          A. Fermor.

I can only say, that if Fitzgerald had visited a handsome rich French widow, and staid with her ten days tete a tete in the country, without my permission—­

O Heavens! here is mon cher pere:  I must hide my letter.

        Bon soir.

LETTER 89.

To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Quebec, March 6.

I cannot account, my dear, for what has happened to me.  I left Madame Des Roches’s full of the warm impatience of love, and flew to my Emily at Silleri:  I was received with a disdainful coldness which I did not think had been in her nature, and which has shocked me beyond all expression.

I went again to-day, and met with the same reception; I even saw my presence was painful to her, therefore shortened my visit, and, if I have resolution to persevere, will not go again till invited by Captain Fermor in form.

I could bear any thing but to lose her affection; my whole heart was set upon her:  I had every reason to believe myself dear to her.  Can caprice find a place in that bosom which is the abode of every virtue?

I must have been misrepresented to her, or surely this could not have happened:  I will wait to-morrow, and if I hear nothing will write to her, and ask an explanation by letter; she refused me a verbal one to-day, though I begged to speak with her only for a moment.

Tuesday.

I have been asked on a little riding party, and, as I cannot go to
Silleri, have accepted it:  it will amuse my present anxiety.

I am to drive Mademoiselle Clairaut, a very pretty French lady:  this is however of no consequence, for my eyes see nothing lovely but Emily.

    Adieu! 
        Your affectionate
          Ed. Rivers.

LETTER 90.

To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

Silleri, Wednesday morning.

Poor Emily is to meet with perpetual mortification:  we have been carrioling with Fitzgerald and my father; and, coming back, met your brother driving Mademoiselle Clairaut:  Emily trembled, turned pale, and scarce returned Rivers’s bow; I never saw a poor little girl so in love; she is amazingly altered within the last fortnight.

Two o’clock.

A letter from Mrs. Melmoth:  I send you a copy of it with this.

    Adieu! 
      Yours,
          A. Fermor.

LETTER 91.

To Miss Montague, at Silleri.

Montreal, March 19.

If you are not absolutely resolved on destruction, my dear Emily, it is yet in your power to retrieve the false step you have made.