If my mind to-morrow is the same as my mind to-night, I shall attempt to make my escape.

I shall take refuge with Lady Northlake.
"Oh, if I could go to Ovid! But he is travelling in the deserts of Canada.

Until his return to the coast, I can only write to him to the care of his bankers at Quebec.

I should not know where to find him, when I arrived; and what a dreadful meeting--if I did find him--to be obliged to acknowledge that it is his mother who has driven me away! There will be nothing to alarm him, if I go to his mother's sister.

If you could see Lady Northlake, you would feel as sure as I do that she will take my part.
"After writing to you, I must have fallen asleep.