Now tell me, dear knight, what am I to make of this singular
adventure? Am I to suppose that the horseman I saw was really a
thing of flesh and blood, or a bubble that vanished into air? -- or
must I imagine Liddy knows more of the matter than she chuses to
disclose? -- If I thought her capable of carrying on any
clandestine correspondence with such a fellow, I should at once
discard all tenderness, and forget that she was connected with me
by the ties of blood -- But how is it possible that a girl of her
simplicity and inexperience, should maintain such an intercourse,
surrounded, as she is, with so many eyes, destitute of all
opportunity, and shifting quarters every day of her life! --
Besides, she has solemnly promised. No -- I can't think the girl so
base -- so insensible to the honour of her family. -- What disturbs
me chiefly, is the impression which these occurrences seem to
make upon her spirits -- These are the symptoms from which I
conclude that the rascal has still a hold on her affection, surely
I have a right to call him a rascal, and to conclude that his
designs are infamous. But it shall be my fault if he does not one
day repent his presumption -- I confess I cannot think, much less
write on this subject, with any degree of temper or patience; I
shall therefore conclude with telling you, that we hope to be in
Wales by the latter end of the month: but before that period you
will probably hear again from
your affectionate
J.
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