We have met. All was love and unexceptionable respect on my part. Ease
and complaisance on her's. She was concerned for my disorder. So
sudden!--Just as we parted! But it was nothing. I should be quite well
by the morning.

Faith, Jack, I think I am sick already. Is it possible for such a giddy
fellow as me to persuade myself to be ill! I am a better mimic at this
rate than I wish to be. But every nerve and fibre of me is always ready
to contribute its aid, whether by health or by ailment, to carry a
resolved-on roguery into execution.

Dorcas has transcribed for me the whole letter of Miss Howe, dated
Sunday, May 14,* of which before I had only extracts. She found no other
letter added to that parcel: but this, and that which I copied myself in
character last Sunday whilst she was at church, relating to the smuggling
scheme,** are enough for me.


* See Vol. IV. Letter XXIX.
** Ibid. Letter XLII.


***


Dorcas tells me, that her lady has been removing her papers from the
mahogany chest into a wainscot box, which held her linen, and which she
put into her dark closet. We have no key of that at present. No doubt