And so I have written to her, that she may divulge the fact to her mother.
You start, and I hear you say--'Is the man mad ?' No, not mad, my friend; or, if mad, with a method in his madness.

Fanny will not tell her mother.

Trust me for that.

The consequences I have clearly set forth--probable ruin to my prospects, and an eternal separation between us.

Do you think she will choose this alternative?
Not she.
'Imprudent man! To risk so much for a pretty face!' I hear you exclaim.