One o'clock
till our visit is over ; we go from thence to Major Melmoth 's , whose family I should have told you are in town , and not half a street from us . What a soul of fire has this _ lover ! _ 'T is to profane the word to use it in speaking of him . One o'clock . I am mistaken , Lucy ; astonishing as it is , she loves him ; this dull clod of uninformed earth has touched the lively soul of my Emily . Love is indeed the child of caprice ; I will not say of sympathy , for what sympathy can there be between two hearts so different ? I am hurt , she is lowered in my esteem ; I expected to find in the man she loved , a mind sensible and tender as her own .