I am the happiest woman in the creation: papa has just told me, we are to go home in six or seven weeks.
Not but this is a divine country, and our farm a terrestrial paradise; but we have lived in it almost a year, and one grows tired of every thing in time, you know, Temple.
I shall see my Emily, and flirt with Rivers; to say nothing of you and my little Lucy.
Adieu! I am grown very lazy since I married; for the future, I shall make Fitzgerald write all my letters, except billet-doux, in which I think I excel him.
Yours,
A. Fitzgerald.
LETTER CLVII.161.
To Miss Fermor, at Silleri.
Dover, July 8.
I am this moment arrived, my dear Bell, after a very agreable passage, and am setting out immediately for London, from whence I shall write to you the moment I have seen Mrs. Rivers; I will own to you I tremble at the idea of this interview, yet am resolved to see her, and open all my soul to her in regard to her son; after which, I shall leave her the mistress of my destiny; for, ardently as I love him, I will never marry him but with her approbation.
I have a thousand anxious fears for my Rivers’s safety: may heaven protect him from the dangers his Emily has escaped!