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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 142 pages of information about Barford Abbey.

The silks I have purchas’d for your Ladyship are slight, as you directed, except a white and gold, which is the richest and most beautiful I could procure.

How imperceptibly time slides on?—­The clock strikes eleven,—­in spight of the desire I have of communicating many things more.—­An engagement to be with Lady Powis at twelve hastens me to conclude myself

Your Ladyship’s

Most honour’d and affectionate,





What a sacrifice do you offer up to that old dog Plutus!—­I have lost all patience,—­all patience, I say.—­Such a woman!—­such an angelic woman!—­But what has,—­what will avail my arguments?—­Her peace is gone,—­if you persevere in a behaviour so particular,—­absolutely gone.

Bridgman this morning told me, that unless I assured him you had pretensions to Miss Warley, he was determined to offer her his hand;—­that nothing prevented him from doing it whilst at the Abbey, but your mysterious conduct, which he was at a loss how to construe.  —­Not to offend you, the Lady or family she is with, he apply’d, he said, to me, as a friend of each party, to set him right.

Surely, Bridgman, returned I, you wish to keep yourself in the dark; or how the duce have you been six days with people whose countenances speak so much sensibility, and not make the discovery you seek after?

Though her behaviour to us; continued I, was politeness itself, was there nothing more than politeness in her address to Lord Darcey?—­Her smiles too, in which Diana and the Graces revel, saw you not them, how they played from one to another, like sun-beams on the water, until they fixed on him?—­Is the nation in debt?—­So much is Darcey in love;—­and you may as well pay off one, as rival the other with success.

Observe, my friend, in what manner I have answered for you.—­Keep her, therefore, no longer in suspence.—­Delays of this sort are not only dangerous, but cruel.—­Why delight to torture what we most admire?—­From a boy you despised such actions.—­Often have I known Dick Jones, when at Westminster, threshed by your hand for picking poor little birds alive.—­His was an early point;—­but for Darcey, accoutred with the breast-plate of honour, even before he could read the word that signifies its intrinsic value,—­for him to be falling off,—­falling off at a time too, when Virtue herself appears in person to support him!

Can you say, you mean not to injure her?—­Is a woman only to be injured, but by an attempt on her virtue?—­Is it no crime, no fault, to cheat a young innocent lovely girl out of her affections, and give her nothing in return but regret and disappointment?

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