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 MadamoiselleMademoiselle 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 XC.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.