Will you go this morning to Montmorenci on the ice, and dine on the island of Orleans? dare you trust yourself in a covered carriole with the dear man? Don’t answer this, because I am certain you can say nothing on the subject, which will not be very foolish.
LETTER LXXVII.77.
To Miss Fermor.
I am glad you do not see Colonel Rivers with my eyes; yet it seems to me very strange; I am almost piqued at your giving another the preference. I will say no more, it being, as you observe, impossible to avoid being absurd on such a subject.
I will go to Montmorenci; and, to shew my courage, will venture in a covered carriole with Colonel Rivers, though I should rather wish your father for my cavalier at present.
Yours,
Emily Montague.
LETTER LXXVIII.78.
To Miss Montague.
You are right, my dear: ’tis more prudent to go with my father. I love prudence; and will therefore send for Mademoiselle Clairaut to be Rivers’s belle.
Yours,
A. Fermor.