[She describes Captain Tomlinson, on his breakfast-visit, to be, a grave,
good sort of man. And in another place, a genteel man of great gravity,
and a good aspect; she believes upwards of fifty years of age. 'I liked
him, says she, as soon as I saw him.'

As her projects are now, she says, more favourable than heretofore, she
wishes, that her hopes of Mr. Lovelace's so-often-promised reformation
were better grounded than she is afraid they can be.]

We have both been extremely puzzled, my dear, says she, to reconcile some
parts of Mr. Lovelace's character with other parts of it: his good with
his bad; such of the former, in particular, as his generosity to his
tenants; his bounty to the innkeeper's daughter; his readiness to put me
upon doing kind things by my good Norton, and others.

A strange mixture in his mind, as I have told him! for he is certainly
(as I have reason to say, looking back upon his past behaviour to me in
twenty instances) a hard-hearted man.--Indeed, my dear, I have thought
more than once, that he had rather see me in tears than give me reason to
be pleased with him.

My cousin Morden says, that free livers are remorseless.* And so they
must be in the very nature of things.


* See Vol. IV. Letter XIX. See also Mr. Lovelace's own confession of the
delight he takes in a woman's tears, in different parts of his letters.


Mr. Lovelace is a proud man. We have both long ago observed that he is.