[2] Glenfern.  Dunderawe Castle, on Loch Fyne, was in Miss Ferrier’s mind when she drew this sketch of a “solitary Highland dwelling.”

Again she writes to her friend and copartner in her literary work:—­

“I am boiling to hear from you, but I’ve taken a remorse of conscience about Lady Maclaughlan and her friends:  if I was ever to be detected, or even suspected, I would have nothing for it but to drown myself.  I mean, therefore, to let her alone till I hear from you, as I think we might compound some other kind of character for her that might do as well and not be so dangerous.  As to the misses, if ever it was to be published they must be altered or I must fly my native land.”

[1] Campbell of Combie.

Miss Clavering writes in answer:—­

“ARDENCAPLE CASTLE,
Sunday Morning.-

“First of all I must tell you that I approve in the most signal manner of Lady Maclaughlan.  The sort of character was totally unexpected by me, and I was really transported with her.  Do I know the person who is the original?  The dress was vastly like Mrs. Damer, [1] and the manners like Lady Frederick. [2] Tell me if you did not mean a touch at her.  I love poor Sir Sampson vastly, though it is impossible, in the presence of his lady, to have eyes or ears for anyone else.  Now you must not think of altering her, and it must all go forth in the world; neither must the misses upon any account be changed.  I have a way now of at least offering it to publication by which you never can be discovered.  I will tell the person that I wrote it (indeed, quotha, cries Miss Ferrier, and no great favour; see how she loves to plume herself with borrowed fame!).  Well, however, my way is quite sure, and the person would never think of speaking of it again, so never let the idea of detection come across your brain while you are writing to damp your ardour.

[1] Daughter of General Seymour Conway, and a distinguished sculptor.  She was niece of the fifth Duke of Argyll.

[2] Lady Frederick Campbell is believed to have suggested the character of Lady Maclaughlan to Miss Ferrier, and there is little doubt she was the original.  She was the widow of Earl Ferrel’s, of Tyburn notoriety, and was burnt to death at Coombe Bank, Kent, in 1807.

“Positively neither Sir Sampson’s lady nor the foolish virgins must be displaced.”

Again she writes from Inveraray Castle (of date December 1810), eight years before the work was published:—­

“And now, my dear Susannah, I must tell you of the success of your first-born.  I read it to Lady Charlotte [1] in the carriage when she and I came together from Ardencaple, Bessie [2] having gone with mamma.  If you will believe, I never yet in my existence saw Lady C. laugh so much as she did at that from beginning to end; and, seriously, I was two or three times afraid that she would fall into a fit.  Her very words were, ’I assure