LETTER XXVIII.28.
To Miss Fermor, at Silleri.
Quebec, Oct. 7, twelve o’clock.
I must see you, my dear, this evening; my mind is in an agitation not to be expressed; a few hours will determine my happiness or misery for ever; I am displeased with your father for precipitating a determination which cannot be made with too much caution.
I have a thousand things to say to you, which I can say to no one else.
Be at home, and alone; I will come to you as soon as dinner is over.
Adieu!
Your affectionate
Emily Montague.