Judge then, if I would lightly wish to defer an event, which is to give me the transport of passing my life in the dear employment of making him happy.
I only entreat that you will decline asking me, till I judge proper to tell you, why I first begged our marriage might be deferred: let it be till then forgot I ever made such a request.
You will not, my dear Rivers, refuse this proof of complaisance to her who too plainly shews she can refuse you nothing.
Adieu! Yours,
Emily Montague.
LETTER CLXXXVII.191.
To Miss Montague, Rose-hill, Berkshire.
Clarges-street,Clarges Street, Sept. 21, Two o’clock.
Can you, my angel, forgive my insolent impatience, and attribute it to the true cause, excess of love?
Could I be such a monster as to blame my sweet Emily’s dear expressions of tenderness? I hate myself for being capable of writing such a letter.
Be assured, I will strictly comply with all she desires: what condition is there on which I would not make the loveliest of women mine?