titled to it; because thou art a pityful
fellow.

All thy new expostulations in my beloved's behalf I will answer when I
see thee.

LETTER XXXII

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
THURSDAY NIGHT.

Confoundedly out of humour with this perverse woman!--Nor wilt thou blame
me, if thou art my friend. She regards the concession she made, as a
concession extorted from her: and we are but just where we were before
she made it.

With great difficulty I prevailed upon her to favour me with her company
for one half hour this evening. The necessity I was under to go down to
M. Hall was the subject I wanted to talk upon.

I told her, that as she had been so good as to promise that she would
endeavour to make herself easy till she saw the Thursday in next week
over, I hoped that she would not scruple to oblige me with her word, that
I should find her here at my return from M. Hall.

Indeed she would make no such promise. Nothing of this house was
mentioned to me, said she: you know it was not. And do you think that I
would have given my consent to my imprisonment in it?

I was plaguily nettled, and disappointed too. If I go not down to Mr.
Hall, Madam, you'll have no scruple to stay here, I suppose, till
Thursday is over?

If I cannot help myself I must--but I insist upon being permitted to go
out of this house, whether you leave it or not.

Well, Madam, then I will comply with your commands. And I will go out
this very evening in quest of lodgings that you shall have no objections
to.

I will have no lodgings of your providing, Sir--I will go to Mrs.
Moore's, at Hampstead.

Mrs. Moore's, Madam!--I have no objection to Mrs. Moore's--but will you
give me your promise, to admit me there to your presence?

As I do here--when I cannot help it.

Very well, Madam--Will you be so good as to let me know what you intend
by your promise to make yourself easy.

To endeavour, Sir, to make myself easy--were the words----

Till you saw what next Thursday would produce?

Ask me no questions that may ensnare me. I am too sincere for the
company I am in.

Let me ask you, Madam, What meant you, when you said, 'that, were it
not a sin, you would die before you gave me that assurance?'

She was indignantly silent.

You thought, Madam, you had given me room to hope your pardon by it?

When I think I ought to answer you with patience I will speak.

Do you think yourself in my power, Madam?

If I were not--An