One o'clock
Silleri , Jan. 14 . We have passed a mighty stupid day ; Sir George is civil , attentive , and dull ; Emily pensive , thoughtful , and silent ; and my little self as peevish as an old maid : nobody comes near us , not even your brother , because we are supposed to be settling preliminaries ; for you must know Sir George has graciously condescended to change his mind , and will marry her , if she pleases , without waiting for his mother 's letter , which resolution he has communicated to twenty people at Quebec in his way hither ; he is really extremely obliging . I suppose the Melmoths have spirited him up to this . One o'clock . Emily is strangely reserved to me ; she avoids seeing me alone , and when it happens talks of the weather ; papa is however in her confidence : he is as strong an advocate for this milky baronet as Mrs. Melmoth . Ten at night . All is over , Lucy ; that is to say , all is fixed : they are to be married on Monday next at the Recollects church , and to set off immediately for Montreal : my father has been telling me the whole plan of operations : we go up with them , stay a fortnight , then all come down , and show away till summer , when the happy pair embark in the first ship for England .