an occasion so critical with that prudence which governs all your
actions) not to be afraid of entering upon a close examination into
the true springs and grounds of this your generosity to that happy
man.

It is my humble opinion, I tell you frankly, that on inquiry it will
come out to be LOVE--don't start, my dear!--Has not your man himself
had natural philosophy enough to observe already to your aunt Hervey,
that love takes the deepest root in the steadiest minds? The deuce
take his sly penetration, I was going to say; for this was six or
seven weeks ago.

I have been tinctured, you know. Nor on the coolest reflection, could
I account how and when the jaundice began: but had been over head and
ears, as the saying is, but for some of that advice from you, which I
now return you. Yet my man was not half so--so what, my dear--to be
sure Lovelace is a charming fellow. And were he only--but I will not
make you glow, as you read--upon my word I will not.--Yet, my dear,
don't you find at your heart somewhat unusual make it go throb, throb,
throb, as you read just here?--If you do, don't be ashamed to own it--
it is your generosity, my love, that's all.--But as the Roman augur
said, Caesar, beware of the Ides of March!

Adieu, my dearest friend.--Forgive, and very speedily, by the new
found expedient, tell me that you forgive,

Your ever-affectionate,
ANNA HOWE.