William Walter Elliot to Colonel Wallis
Sydney-place. Saturday, April 1
There is nothing further for me in Bath. I leave on Tuesday. Mrs Bennett and my man will pack up my effects, close Sydney-place and follow me with dispatch.
Now that Miss Anne Elliot has become yet another prize claimed by the gallant Captain Wentworth, Miss Elliot is properly mortified, and casts piratical glances in the direction of any likely passing vessel. A removal to less perilous waters seems prudent.
Sir Walter’s preoccupation with noble relations, Irish though they be, makes it unlikely that he could stoop now to the contemplation of a degrading match. But I shall make assurance double sure.
In any event, the lady is mine. Wish me – or her – joy. When you are next in Town I shall depend upon a visit, and you may have the pleasure once more of her company. Pray do not delay too long.