Chapter V: Letter IV

Miss _Harriot Fawcet_
to Miss _Myra Harrington_.

_Boston._

I HAVE somehow bewitched a new lover, my dear _Myra_—a smart, clever fellow too—and the youth expresses such fondness and passion that I begin to feel afraid even to pity him—for love will certainly follow. I own to you I _esteem_ him very much, but must I go any farther? He is extremely generous—polite—gay—and I believe if you were to see him, your partiality in his favor would exceed mine.

I NEVER saw my poor swain so seemingly disconcerted and abashed as he was a few days ago—he appeared to have something very particular to communicate, but his tongue faultered—ought not one to help out a modest youth in such cases?

Yours &c.