debate with a man, who (let him be set upon what he will) has always a
great deal to say for himself, if I were to insist upon his promise: on
all these accounts, I think, I will take no notice of his lodging here,
if he don't.--Let me know, my dear, your thoughts of every thing.

You may believe I gave him back his bank note the moment I saw him.

FRIDAY EVENING.

Mr. Lovelace has seen two or three houses, but none to his mind. But he
has heard of one which looks promising, he says, and which he is to
inquire about in the morning.

SATURDAY MORNING.

He has made his inquiries, and actually seen the house he was told of
last night. The owner of it is a young widow lady, who is inconsolable
for the death of her husband; Fretchville her name. It is furnished
quite in taste, every thing being new within these six months. He
believes, if I like not the furniture, the use of it may be agreed for,
with the house, for a time certain: but, if I like it, he will endeavour
to take the one, and purchase the other, directly.

The lady sees nobody; nor are the best apartments above-stairs to be
viewed, till she is either absent, or gone into the country; which she
talks of doing in a fortnight, or three weeks, at farthest, and to live
there retired.

What Mr. Lovelace saw of the house (which were the saloon and two
parlours) was perfectly elegant; and he was assured all is of a piece.
The offices are also very convenient; coach-house and stables at hand.

He shall be very impatient, he says, till I see the whole; nor will he,
if he finds he can have it, look farther till I have seen it, except any
thing else offer to my liking. The price he values not.

He now does nothing but talk of the ceremony, but not indeed of the day.
I don't want him to urge that--but I wonder he does not.

He has just now received a letter from Lady Betty Lawrance, by a
particular hand; the contents principally relating to an affair she has
in chancery. But in the postscript she is pleased to say very respectful
things of me.

They are all impatient, she says, for the happy day being over; which
they flatter themselves will ensure his reformation.

He hoped, he told me, that I would soon enable him to answer their wishes
and his own.

But, my dear, although the opportunity was so inviting, he urged not for
the day. Which is the more extraordinary, as he was so pressing for
marriage before we came to town.

He was very earnest wit