uth,

My dearest Madam,
Yours, &c.
G. Clayton.

You will do me the honor to name the day to make me happy.

LETTER 60.

To Sir George Clayton, at Quebec.

Dear Sir,

I have read Mrs. Clayton's letter with attention; and am of her
opinion, that indiscreet engagements are better broke than kept.

I have the less reason to take ill your breaking the kind of
engagement between us at the desire of your family, as I entered into
it at first entirely in compliance with mine. I have ever had the
sincerest esteem and friendship for you, but never that romantic love
which hurries us to forget all but itself: I have therefore no reason
to expect in you the imprudent disinterestedness that passion
occasions.

A fuller explanation is necessary on this subject than it is
possible to enter into in a letter: if you will favor us with your
company this afternoon at Silleri, we may explain our sentiments more
clearly to each other: be assured, I never will prevent your complying
in every instance with the wishes of so kind and prudent a mother.

I am, dear Sir,
Your affectionate friend
and obedient servant,
Emily Montague.

LETTER 61.

To Miss Rivers, Clarges Street.

I have been with Emily, who has been reading Mrs. Clayton's letter; I
saw joy sparkle in her eyes as she went on, her little heart seemed to
flutter with transport; I see two things very clearly, one of which
is, that she never loved this little insipid Baronet; the other I leave
your sagacity to find out. All the spirit of her countenance is
returned: she walks in air; her cheeks have the blush of pleasure; I
never saw so astonishing a change. I never felt more joy from the
acquisition of a new lover, than she seems to find in the prospect of
losing an old one.

She has written to Sir George, and in a style that I know will hurt
him; for though I believe he wishes her to give him up, yet his vanity
would desire it should cost her very dear; and appear the effort of
disinterested love, and romantic generosity, not what it really is, the
effect of the most tranquil and perfect indifference.

By the way, a disinterested mistress is, according to my ideas, a
mistress who _fancies_ she loves: we may talk what we please, at a
distance, of sacrificing the dear man to his interest, and promoting
his happiness by destroying our own; but when it comes to the point, I
am rather inclined to believe al