Sept. 19, eleven o'clock
Your affectionate Ed . Rivers . To Miss Rivers , Clarges Street . Montreal , Sept. 19 , eleven o'clock . No , my dear , it is impossible she can love him ; his dull soul is ill suited to hers ; heavy , unmeaning , formal ; a slave to rules , to ceremony , to _ etiquette _ , he has not an idea above those of a gentleman usher . He has been three hours in town without seeing her ; dressing , and waiting to pay his compliments first to the general , who is riding , and every minute expected back . I am all impatience , though only her friend , but think it would be indecent in me to go without him , and look like a design of reproaching his coldness .