To Agnes McLehose (Clarinda)
26th January 1788
I was on the way, my Love, to meet you (I never do things by halves) when I got your card.?Mr [Ainslie] goes out of town tomorrow morning, to see a brother of his who is newly arrived from France.?I am determined that he and I shall call on you together; so look you, lest I should never see tomorrow we will call on you.- Tonight. - Mary and you may put off tea till about seven; at which time in the Galloway phrase, "an the beast be to the fore, and the branks bide hale," expect the humblest of your humble servants, and his dearest friend.?We only propose staying half an hour,?"for ought we ken."? I could suffer the lash of Misery eleven months in the year, were the twelfth to be composed of hours like yesternight. ?You are the soul of my enjoyment: all else is of the stuff of stocks & stones.
Sylvander
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