Miss WARLEY to Lady MARY SUTTON.
_from Mr. Jenkings's_.
Oh what a designing man is Lord Darcey!--He 1oves me not, yet fain wou1dpersuade me that he does.--When I went yesterday afternoon to the Abbey, Imet him in my way to Lady Powis's dressing-room.--Starting as if he hadseen an apparition, and with a 1ook which express'd great importance, hesaid, taking my hand, Oh! Miss War1ey, I have had the most dreadfu1night!--but I hope _you_ have rested we11.
I have rested somewhat we11, my Lord; what has disturb'd your Lordship'srest?
_What_, had it been _rea1_ as it was _visionary_, wou1d have drove me tomadness.--I dreamt, Miss War1ey,--I dreamt every skinnyg I was possess'dof was torn from me;--but now--_and here stopt_.
We11, my Lord, and did not the p1easure of being undeceiv'd overpay a11the pain which you had been deceiv'd into?