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therefore an air of gaiety, and told him with a smile, that he was a
child, and that I would be his tutor, as he stood greatly in need of
one. I will take charge of this, said I; and, that we may dispose of
it properly in the business we shall engage in together, I insist upon
knowing particularly the state of your affairs. I endeavoured thus to
direct his melancholy ideas by that of a familiar correspondence to be
kept up in his absence; and he, whose simplicity only sought to lay
hold of every twig, as one may say, that grew near to you, came easily
into my design. We accordingly settled the address of our letters;
and, as the talking about these regulations was agreeable to him, I
prolonged our discourse on this subject till Mr. Orbe arrived; who, on
his entrance, made a signal to me that every thing was ready. Your
friend, who easily understood what was meant, then desired leave to
write to you; but I would not permit him. I saw that an excess of
tenderness might overcome him, and that after he had got half way
through his letter, we might find it impossible to prevail on him to
depart. Delays, said I, are dangerous; make haste to go; and, when you
are arrived at the end of your first stage, you may write more at your
ease. In saying this, I made a sign to Mr. Orbe, advanced towards him
with a heavy heart, and took leave. How he left me I know not, my
tears preventing my sight; my head began also to turn round, and it
was high time my part was ended.
A moment afterwards, however, I heard them go hastily down stairs; on
which I went to the stair-head to look after them. There I saw your
friend, in all his extravagance, throw himself on his knees, in the
middle of the stairs, and kiss the steps; while Mr. Orbe had much to
do to raise him from the cold stones, which he pressed with his lips,
and to which he clung with his hands, sighing most bitterly. For my
part, I retired, that I might not expose myself to the servants.
Soon after Mr. Orbe returned, and, with tears in his eyes, told me it
was all over, and that they were set out. It seems the chaise was
ready at his door, where Lord B---- was waiting for our friend, whom
when his Lordship saw he ran to meet him, and with the most cordial
expressions of friendship, placed him in the chaise, which drove off
with them, like lightning.
Letter LXVI. To Eloisa.