'Forgive my impatience: But my presaging mind bodes horrid mischiefs!
Every thing looks dark around me; and this woman's impenetrable
sullenness and silence, without any apparent reason, from a conduct so
very contrary, bid me fear the worst.--blame me, sir, if you think me
wrong; and let me have your advice what to do; which will oblige
'Your most afflicted servant.'
Friday.
I have this half-angry answer; but, what is more to me than all the
letters in the world could be, yours, my dear father, enclosed.
'MADAM,
'I think you are too apprehensive by much; I am sorry for your
uneasiness. You may depend upon me, and all I can do. But I make no
doubt of the London journey, nor of John's contrition and fidelity. I
have just received, from my Gainsborough friend, this letter, as I
suppose, from your good father, in a cover, directed for me, as I had
desired. I hope it contains nothing to add to your uneasiness. Pray,
dearest madam, lay aside your fears, and wait a few days for the issue of
Mrs. Jewkes's letter, and mine of thanks to Mr. B----. Things, I hope,
must be better than you expect. Providence will not desert such piety
and innocence: and be this your comfort and reliance: Which is the best
advice that can at present be given, by
'Your most faithful humble servant.
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