Farewel!
LETTER XXXV.
Myra to Mrs. Holmes.
Boston.
YOUR letter is filled with such ambiguous expressions that I am utterly at a loss to discover your meaning.
I HAVE, however, sounded him on the article of marriage, and the result is—he loves Harriot most passionately—and on account of my father’s aversion to early marriage, will marry her privately in a few days.
THE oftener I read your letter, the more I am perplexed and astonished: “You have a tale to unfold”—For Heaven’s sake then unfold it, before it be too late—and as you dread the consequence of keeping it secret, by disclosing it to me, you will prevent the mischief, you so much deprecate—I am all impatience.
Adieu!
LETTER XXXVI.
Harrington to Worthy.