Milly has taken her leave, and I assure you I was a good deal affected at parting with her. She is a sweet Girl; and told me at parting that she was preposes'd with the notion we should never meet again. God forbid! I can write no more, my Marcia, for I have got to pack up my cloaths.
I believe I shall scrible a little more to-night, if they should bring Flora home with them, if it is only to give you my opinion of her.
Well, my dear, they are come, and, as I expected, brought Flora with them. She is very genteal, and wears monstrous Bustles. Her face is just as it always was. You, my dearest, that posses a great deal of Sencibility, would have supposed she would have been delighted to see me—far from it, I assure you. She saluted me just as if I had been a common acquaintance, and was not, I thought, at all glad to see me; but I suppose it is fashionable to affect indifference. I hope, my dearest, we shall always stear clear of such unnatural Fashions. She received Nancy in the same manner; that dear Friend and myself have just returned from a walk in the Garden—the last we shall take for some time, I am afraid.
Dear Mrs. Pinkard sets off this morning, and Cousin Molly goes as far as Peccatone with her.
The arrival of Flora has prevented Nancy from going.
I have just taken a last farewell of my dear Mrs. Pinkard—did I say a last farewell? I hope not. I should be unhappy did I think it a last farewell.
Mr. W. and myself have defer'd setting off till the evening, and then we go as far as Blenheim to-night....
