(Monday), Nov'r. 8th, 1813.
My Dearest Augusta,—I have only time to say that I shall write tomorrow, and that my present and long silence has been occasioned by a thousand things (with which
you
are not concerned). It is not L'y C. nor O.; but perhaps you may
guess
, and, if you do, do not tell.
You do not know what mischief your being with me might have prevented. You shall hear from me tomorrow; in the mean time don't be alarmed. I am in
no immediate
peril.
Believe me, ever yours,
B.