Whilst Mr. and Mrs. Powis were travelling through Italy, he apply’d to his friend the Lord-Lieutenant,—and by that interest was appointed to the government of ——. It was here my acquaintance with them commenc’d: not that I suspected Miss Glinn to be Mrs. Powis, though I saw her every day.—Glinn was a name she assum’d ’till she returned to England.—A thousand little circumstances which render’d her character unsuspected, I want spirits to relate.—Suffice it to say,—the death of Mrs. Whitmore;—a daughter passing on the world for an orphan;—and the absence of Lady Mary Sutton;—made them resolve to hazard every thing rather than leave their child unprotected.—Alas! for what are they come home?
Nothing is impossible with a Supreme Being.—Lord Darcey may recover.—But why this ray of hope to make the horrors of my mind more dreadful?—He is past hope, you say.—
The Honourable George Molesworth to Richard Risby, Esq;
Risby, I am lifted above myself!—I am overcome with surprise!—I am mad with joy!—Is it possible!—can it be!—But Lord Darcey’s servant has swore it;—yes, he has swore, a letter directed in Miss Powis’s own hand, lay on the counter in a banker’s shop where he went to change a bill: the direction was to Lady Mary Sutton:—he has put many for the same Lady into the post-office.—I run, I ride or rather fly to town.
You may jump, you may sing, but command your features before the family.—Should it be a mistake of John’s, we kill them twice.
If I live to see the resurrection of our hopes, John shall be with you instantly.—On second thought, I will not dispatch this, unless we have a bless’d certainty.
The Honourable George Molesworth to the same.
Are you a mile from the Abbey, Dick?—Are you out of sight,—out of hearing?—John, though you should offer to kill him, dare not deliver letter or message ’till you are at a proper distance.
Miss Powis lives!—Restore peace within the walls.—As I hope to be pardon’d for my sins, I have seen, I have spoke to her.—She lives!—Heavenly sound! it should be convey’d to them from above.—She lives! let me again repeat it.—Proclaim the joyful tidings:—but for particulars have patience ’till I return to the man, to the friend my life is bound up in.—I have seen him in every stage. Brightest has he shone, as the taper came nearer to an end.—The rich cordial must be administered one drop at a time.—Observe the caution.
Captain Risby to the Honourable George Molesworth.