them all.--Besides, whither could she have gone?--Moreover,
Miss Howe's letter coming (after her elopement) so safely to her hands,
must surely put her into a more confiding temper with me, and with every
one else, though she would not immediately own it.

But these good folks have so little charity!--Are such severe censurers!
--Yet who is absolutely perfect?--It were to be wished, however, that
they would be so modest as to doubt themselves sometimes: then would they
allow for others, as others (excellent as they imagine themselves to be)
must for them.

SATURDAY, ONE O'CLOCK.

Tomlinson at last is come. Forced to ride five miles about (though I
shall impute his delay to great and important business) to avoid the
sight of two or three impertinent rascals, who, little thinking whose
affairs he was employed in, wanted to obtrude themselves upon him. I
think I will make this fellow easy, if he behave to my liking in this
affair.

I sent up the moment he came.

She desired to be excused receiving his visit till four this afternoon.

Intolerable!--No consideration!--None at all in this sex, when their
cursed humours are in the way!--Pay-day, pay-hour, rather, will come!--
Oh! that it were to be the next!

The Captain is in a pet. Who can blame him? Even the women think a man
of his consequence, and generously coming to serve us, hardly used.
Would to heaven she had attempted to get off last night! The women not
my enemies, who knows but the husband's exerted authority might have met
with such connivance, as might have concluded either in carrying her back
to her former lodgings, or in consummation at Mrs. Moore's, in spite of
exclamations, fits, and the rest of the female obsecrations?

My beloved has not appeared to any body this day, except to Mrs. Moore.
Is, it seems, extremely low: unfit for the interesting conversation that
is to be held in the afternoon. Longs to hear from her dear friend Miss
Howe--yet cannot expect a letter for a day or two. Has a bad opinion of
all mankind.--No wonder!--Excellent creature as she is! with such a
father, such uncles, such a brother, as she has!

How does she look?

Better than could be expected from yesterday's fatigue, and last night's
ill rest.

These tender doves know not, till put to it, what they can bear;
especially when engaged in love affairs; and their attention wholly
engrossed. But the sex love busy scenes. Still life is their aversion.
A woman wi