hat shall I do! Why had I any concerns with this
sex!--I, that was so happy till I knew this man!

I dined in the ivy summer-house. My request to do so, was complied with
at the first word. To shew I meant nothing, I went again into the house
with Betty, as soon as I had dined. I thought it was not amiss to ask
this liberty; the weather seemed to be set in fine. Who knows what
Tuesday or Wednesday may produce?

SUNDAY EVENING, SEVEN O'CLOCK.

There remains my letter still!--He is busied, I suppose, in his
preparations for to-morrow. But then he has servants. Does the man think
he is so secure of me, that having appointed, he need not give himself
any further concern about me till the very moment? He knows how I am
beset. He knows not what may happen. I may be ill, or still more closely
watched or confined than before. The correspondence might be discovered.
It might be necessary to vary the scheme. I might be forced into
measures, which might entirely frustrate my purpose. I might have new
doubts. I might suggest something more convenient, for any thing he
knew. What can the man mean, I wonder!--Yet it shall lie; for if he has
it any time before the appointed hour, it will save me declaring to him
personally my changed purpose, and the trouble of contending with him on
that score. If he send for it at all, he will see by the date, that he
might have had it in time; and if he be put to any inconvenience from
shortness of notice, let him take it for his pains.

SUNDAY NIGHT, NINE O'CLOCK.

It is determined, it seems, to send for Mrs. Norton to be here on
Tuesday to dinner; and she is to stay with me for a whole week.

So she is first to endeavour to persuade me to comply; and, when the
violence is done, she is to comfort me, and try to reconcile me to
my fate. They expect fits and fetches, Betty insolently tells me, and
expostulations, and exclamations, without number: but every body will
be prepared for them: and when it's over, it's over; and I shall be easy
and pacified when I find I can't help it.

MONDAY MORN. APRIL 10, SEVEN O'CLOCK.

O my dear! there yet lies the letter, just as I left it!

Does he think he is so sure of me?--Perhaps he imagines that I dare not
alter my purpose. I wish I had never known him! I begin now to see this
rashness in the light every one else would have seen it in, had I been
guilty of it. But what can I do, if he come to-day at the appointed
time! If he receive not the let