Your letter to-day [of the 16th] came very opportunely. Your dreadful epistle yesterday [of the 14th] totally overthrew me,—it found me ill and low spirited, and left me in a high fever; in my life I never received such a shock—its severity, its cruelty, its suspicion. Oh, what a frightful futurity opened to my view! I went to bed almost immediately to hide my feelings from my family, but never closed my eyes all night; I am now languid and stupefied; my cold is very oppressive, it is an influenza going; my throat, however, is better.
From the style of your letter to-day, I suppose, I may
stay to accompany my sister on the 2nd, that is, next Thursday, the day week on which you will receive this. Still I
will go the moment your mandate ar-
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PS.—Write me word how my large trunk can be conveyed to Baron’s Court, as I would send it off directly. My dearest, do not think of coming to meet us—we both particularly intreat you will not. We shall be quite full inside the carriage and cannot admit you (maid inside), and what use your riding beside the carriage? I entreat most earnestly you will let our first meeting be in your own little room. I will fly there the moment I arrive—but no human being must be present. My cold is better. If Livy does not set off at daylight on Thursday morning, no human power shall prevent me setting off in the evening without. She will decidedly go, and on that day, and so, for once, have confidence and believe. Who could invent such a lie, that I did not mean to go to Baron’s Court till the middle of January? The idea never suggested itself to me; the 3rd was the most distant day I ever thought of. I suspect that wretched G., for reasons I have. God bless you, dearest and most beloved.
