ittle Bell, who waits your commands at
her bureau.

Adieu!

"To Miss Fermor, at Silleri.

Monday.

"You and your lovely friend obliged me beyond words, my dear Bell,
by your visit of yesterday: Madame Des Roches is charmed with you
both: you will not be displeased when I tell you she gives Emily the
preference; she says she is beautiful as an angel; that she should
think the man insensible, who could see her without love; that she is
_touchant_, to use her own word, beyond any thing she ever beheld.

"She however does justice to your charms, though Emily's seem to
affect her most. She even allows you to be perhaps more the taste of
men in general.

"She intends paying her respects to you and Emily this afternoon;
and has sent to desire me to conduct her. As it is so far, I would wish
to find you at home.

"Yours,
Ed. Rivers."

LETTER 112.

To Miss Fermor.

Always Madame Des Roches! but let her come: indeed, my dear, she is
artful; she gains upon him by this appearance of generosity; I cannot
return it, I do not love her; yet I will receive her with politeness.

He is to drive her too; but 'tis no matter; if the tenderest
affection can secure his heart, I have nothing to fear: loving him as I
do, it is impossible not to be apprehensive: indeed, my dear, he knows
not how I love him.

Adieu!
Your Emily.

LETTER 113.

To Miss Fermor.

Monday evening.

Surely I am the weakest of my weak sex; I am ashamed to tell you all
my feelings: I cannot conquer my dislike to Madame Des Roches: she
said a thousand obliging things to me, she praised my Rivers; I made
her no answer, I even felt tears ready to start; what must she think of
me? there is a meanness in my jealousy of her, which I cannot forgive
myself.

I cannot account for her attention to me, it is not natural; she
behaved to me not only with politeness, but with the appearance of
affection; she seemed to feel and pity my confusion. She is either the
most artful, or the most noble of women.

Adieu!
Your
Emily.

LETTER 114.

To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.

Silleri, March 29.

We are going to dine at a farm house in the country, where we are to
meet other company, and have a ball: the snow begins a little to
soften, from the warmth of the sun, which is greater than in England in
May. Our winter parties are almost at an end.

My father drives Madame Des Roches, w