.—My attention to him is unremitted, he seems pleased with it; and I begin once more to flatter myself that my Fanny's prediction may yet be verified.
Colonel Walter has renewed his visit, and made several attempts to speak to me alone, which I have happily evaded; for when I am absent from Sir William, I take care to keep Harriet constantly with me—I perceive he is mortified at my caution, in which, however, I am determined to persevere.

Last night, when our letters came from the post the Colonel took them from the servant, and conveyed one out of his pocket into the parcel: quick as his motions were, this action did not escape me; and the moment I had received those that were addressed to me, I retired, and immediately enclosed the letter which bore no post mark on it, in a blank cover, directed to the Colonel, and ordered it to be instantly delivered to him. When I returned into the parlour to supper, there were strong traces of resentment in his countenance, and he talked rather at, than to me, for the remainder of the evening.
This morning he went from hence, before I was up—Surely he will at length desist from an hopeless pursuit—Twice

have his detested and unsuccessful attempts brought me near the grave—Heaven preserve me from a third! I shudder at the bare apprehension!
Your wishes with regard to my becoming Harriet's confidante, are almost accomplished; for she has confessed to me that she corresponded with Lord Lucan during my illness, and also that she concealed my danger from him, as she judged what his sufferings would be, on that occasion, by her own.—Was ever any thing more truly delicate, than her endeavouring to save him pain?
She offered to shew me his letters; I refused to see them, and told her I had no doubt of his friendship for me, or the propriety and politeness of his

manners towards her, but that I could not help observing to her, as a friend, without the authority of a parent, that I feared there was something inconsistent with the strict rules of decorum, in her carrying on such a correspondence.
She blushed extremely, and I could perceive there was something more still labouring in her artless bosom—Lord Lucan's picture came into my thoughts, at the same time, yet I had not resolution sufficient to ask her a single question relative to it.
After a minute's silence, I saw that her face was bathed with tears, she caught my hand, and said,
"I have been much more imprudent
