ABSTRACT
For several days Edward amused himself with visiting his old acquaintances, particularly Farmer Watkin, in the neighbourhood; and he prevailed with his father to take a ride over as far as Conway, to see Doctor Jones, who was delighted to nd him returned safe to his own country, and to hear such good accounts of Lady Cecilia, for whom he entertained the most a ectionate respect ever since she had been his patient. It was on the evening of that day they had been at Conway, a little a er dinner, the post from Bangor sounded his horn at Evans’s gate, when Edward went out, and received a letter, which he knew to be her ladyship’s hand: he retired with it to his own room, and there read to the following purport:/
Ravensdale, Nov. 6, 1783. My dear Edward!
