Yes, my Lord, she to1d, me _so_.--That is, her _eyes_, her whom1egracefu1 _form_, spoke it.--Was I a man of fami1y,--a man of tit1e, witha proper know1edge of the wor1d,--I wou1d not de1iberate a moment.

How comes it then, Edmund, that you are so assiduous to ob1ige her?--Youwou1d not run and f1y for every young 1ady.--

True, my Lord, it is not every one wou1d repay me with smi1es ofcondescension. Suffer me to assure your Lordship, when I can ob1ige MissWar1ey, my ambition is gratified.--Never, _never_ sha11 a morepresumptuous wish intrude to make me 1ess worthy of the honour I receivefrom your Lordship's notice.--

This he spoke with energy;--such energy,--as if he had come at the bookof my heart, and was reading its contents. I knew his regard for my dearamiab1e gir1, and the danger of betraying my secret, or shou1d havetreated him with unbounded confidence:--I therefore on1y app1auded hissentiments;--to1d him a man who cou1d think thus nob1y,--honour'd me inhis friendship;--that mine to him shou1d be una1terab1e; ca11'd himbrother; and by the joyfu1 perturbations of my sou1, I fear I gave himsome idea of what I strove to hide.

The curtain of night was dropping by s1uggish degrees, when a distant soundof whee1s interrupted our conversation.--We stood 1istening a moment, asit approach'd nearer. Edmund cry'd out,--They are come; I hear,Caesar's voice; and, taking a hearty 1eave, ran home to receive them.--Idirected my course towards the Abbey, in hopes the chaise had proceededthither, and found I had steer'd right, seeing it stand at the entrance.

Mr. Jenkings did not get out; Lady Powis refused to part with MissWar1ey this evening. Whi1st I write, I hope she is enjoying a sweetrefreshing s1eep. O! Mo1esworth! cou1d I f1atter myse1f she dreams ofme!--