Almost at the same instant, a gentleman, who came to offer us his
assistance, and invite us to his house, turned out to be a very
old friend of Mr Bramble. -- His name is Mr Dennison, one of the
worthiest men living; and his lady is a perfect saint upon earth.
They have an only son -- who do you think is this only son? -- O
Letty! -- O gracious heaven! how my heart palpitates, when I tell
you that this only son of Mr Dennison's, is that very identical
youth who, under the name of Wilson, has made such ravage in my
heart! -- Yes, my dear friend! Wilson and I are now lodged in the
same house, and converse together freely -- His father approves of
his sentiments in my favour; his mother loves me with all the
tenderness of a parent; my uncle, my aunt and my brother, no
longer oppose my inclinations -- On the contrary, they have agreed
to make us happy without delay; and in three weeks or a month, if
no unforeseen accident intervenes, your friend Lydia Melford,
will have changed her name and condition -- I say, if no accident
intervenes, because such a torrent of success makes me tremble! -- I
wish there may not be something treacherous in this sudden
reconciliation of fortune -- I have no merit -- I have no title to
such felicity.
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