I cannot express my joy.

I find it very difficult to conceal it from my aunt; but I don't wish to trouble her with my feelings till I know whether I ought to indulge them or not.

If I find it my absolute duty to suppress them, they shall trouble no one but myself; and if I can really feel myself justified in indulging this attachment, I can dare anything, even the anger and grief of my best friend, for its object--surely, I shall soon know.

But they are not coming till about the middle of the month.
We are to have two lady visitors also: Mr.Wilmot is to bring his niece and her cousin Milicent.

I suppose my aunt thinks the latter will benefit me by her society, and the salutary example of her gentle deportment and lowly and tractable spirit; and the former I suspect she intends as a species of counter-attraction to win Mr.Huntingdon's attention from me.