Chapter VII: Letter VI: To Mrs. F

Richmond, Oct. 20, 1769.

I SENT you a note in Mrs. Sancho’s name this day fortnight--importing that she would hope for the pleasure of seeing you at Richmond before the fine weather takes its leave of us:--neither hearing from nor seeing you--though expecting you every day--we fear that you are not well--or that Mr. F---- is unhappily ill--in either case we shall be very sorry--but I will hope you are all well--and that you will return an answer by the bearer of this that you are so--and also when we may expect to have the pleasure of seeing you;--there is half a bed at your service.--My dear Mrs. Sancho, thank God! is greatly mended. Come, do come, and see what a different face she wears now--to what she did when you kindly proved yourself her tender, her assisting tender friend.--Come and scamper in the meadows with three ragged wild girls.--Come and pour the balm of friendly converse into the ear of my sometimes low-spirited love! Come, do come, and come soon, if you mean to see Autumn in its last livery.--Tell your coachman to drive under the hill to Mr. B----’s on the common, where you will be gladly received by the best half of your much and greatly obliged friend,

IGN. SANCHO.