LETTER LXVII.
To Mrs. Talbot.
You do not write to me, my dear Jane. Why are you
silent? Surely you cannot be indifferent to my happiness.
You must know how painful, at a moment like this, your
silence must prove.
I have waited from day to day in expectation of a letter,
but more than a week has passed, and none has come. Let
me hear from you, immediately, I entreat you.
I am afraid you are ill, or perhaps, you are displeased
with me. Unconsciously I may have given you offence.
But, indeed, I can easily suspect the cause of your silence.
I trembled with terror when I sent you tidings of
our calamity. I know the impetuosity of your feelings, and
the effects of your present solitude. Would to heaven you
were any where but where you are. Would to heaven you
were once more with us.
Let me beseech you to return to us immediately. Mr.
M. is anxious to go for you. He wanted to set out immediately
on his brother's arrival, and to be the bearer of
my letter, but I prevailed on him to forbear until I heard
from you.
Do not, if you have any regard for me, delay answering
me a moment longer.
