LETTER 8th
LAURA to MARIANNE, in continuation
Lady Dorothea had not left us long
before another visitor as unexpected a one as her
Ladyship, was announced. It was Sir Edward,
who informed by Augusta of her Brother’s marriage,
came doubtless to reproach him for having dared to
unite himself to me without his Knowledge. But
Edward foreseeing his design, approached him with
heroic fortitude as soon as he entered the Room, and
addressed him in the following Manner.
“Sir Edward, I know the motive
of your Journey here—You come with the
base Design of reproaching me for having entered into
an indissoluble engagement with my Laura without your
Consent. But Sir, I glory in the Act—.
It is my greatest boast that I have incurred the
displeasure of my Father!”
So saying, he took my hand and whilst
Sir Edward, Philippa, and Augusta were doubtless reflecting
with admiration on his undaunted Bravery, led me from
the Parlour to his Father’s Carriage which yet
remained at the Door and in which we were instantly
conveyed from the pursuit of Sir Edward.
The Postilions had at first received
orders only to take the London road; as soon as we
had sufficiently reflected However, we ordered them
to Drive to M——. the seat of Edward’s
most particular freind, which was but a few miles
distant.
At M——. we arrived
in a few hours; and on sending in our names were immediately
admitted to Sophia, the Wife of Edward’s freind.
After having been deprived during the course of 3 weeks
of a real freind (for such I term your Mother) imagine
my transports at beholding one, most truly worthy
of the Name. Sophia was rather above the middle
size; most elegantly formed. A soft languor
spread over her lovely features, but increased their
Beauty—. It was the Charectarestic of
her Mind—. She was all sensibility and
Feeling. We flew into each others arms and after
having exchanged vows of mutual Freindship for the
rest of our Lives, instantly unfolded to each other
the most inward secrets of our Hearts—.
We were interrupted in the delightfull Employment
by the entrance of Augustus, (Edward’s freind)
who was just returned from a solitary ramble.
Never did I see such an affecting
Scene as was the meeting of Edward and Augustus.
“My Life! my Soul!”
(exclaimed the former) “My adorable angel!”
(replied the latter) as they flew into each other’s
arms. It was too pathetic for the feelings of
Sophia and myself—We fainted alternately
on a sofa. Adeiu Laura.