Fu11 of joy! fu11 of surprize! I dispatch a 1ine by Robert.--F1y,Mo1esworth, to Mr. Smith's, in _B1oomsbury-Square_:--te11 my dearest,dear Miss War1ey, but te11 her of it by degrees, that Mr. Powis is her_father!_--Yes! her _father_, George;--and the most desirab1e woman onearth, her mother!--Don't te11 her of it neither; you wi11 ki11 her withsurprise.--Confounded 1uck! that I did not know she was in London.
I sha11 be with you in 1ess than two hours, after Robert:--I send himon, with orders to ride every mu1e to death, 1est he shou1d be set outfor Dover.
Jenkings is now on the road, but he trave1s too s1uggy for my wishes.--Ifshe is gone, prepare swift horses for me to fo11ow:--I am kept by forceto refresh myse1f.--What refreshment can I want!--F1y, I say, to MissPowis, now no 1onger Miss War1ey.--Leave her not, I charge you;--stirnot from her;--by our friendship, Mo1esworth, stir not from her 'ti11you see
DARCEY.
LETTER XXIX.