I go to the rooms this evening for the last time.--To-morrow I set out for Slone Hall, in my way to London.--Here I shall spend two or three days happily with my good-natured cousin Lady Dorothy.--Perhaps we may take an airing together as far as your territories.--I shall _now_ look on Faulcon-Park with double pleasure.--Neither that or the agreeable neighbourhood round it will be ever bridled over by a haughty dame.--(Miss Warley, forbid it.)--Some such we see in _high_ as well as _low_ life.--Haughtiness is the reverse of true greatness; therefore it staggers me to behold it in the former.
A servant with a white favour!--What can this mean?--
Upon my word, Mr. Flecher, you return with your fair bride sooner than I expected.--_A card too_.--Things must be _finely_ accommodated with the old Lady.--Your Lordship being at too great a distance to partake of the feast, pray regale on what calls me to it.
"Mrs. Moor and Mr. and Mrs. Flecher's compliments to Mr. Molesworth.--My son and daughter are just return'd from Scotland, and hope for the pleasure of Mr. Molesworth's company with eight or ten other friends, to congratulate them this evening on their arrival.--Both the Ladies and Mr. Flecher will be much disappointed, if you do not accept our invitation."
True as I live, _neither added_ or _diminished_ a tittle,--and wrote by the hand of Flecher's Desdemona.--Does not a man richly deserve thirty thousand pounds with a wife _like this?_--Not for _twice_ that sum would I see such nonsense come from her I was to spend my life with.
Pity Nature and Fortune has such frequent bickerings! When one smiles the other frowns.--I wish the gipsies would make up matters, and send us down their favours wrapp'd up together.
Considering the friendship you have honour'd Edmund with, I have no idea he can presume to think of Miss Warley, _seeing_ what he must _see_.
I shall expect to find a letter on my arrival in St. James's Street.--Omit not those respects which are due at Barford Abbey.
Lord DARCEY to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH.
I should be in a fine plight, truly, to let her go to France without me!--Why, I am almost besides myself at the thoughts of an eight days separation.--Was ever any thing so forgetful!--To bring no other cloaths here but mourning!--Did she always intend to encircle the sun with a sable cloud?--Or, why not dispatch a servant?--A journey into Oxfordshire is absolutely necessary.--Some _other_ business, I suppose; but I am not enough in her confidence to know of what nature.--Poh! love!--Impossible, and refuse me so small a boon as to attend her!--requested too in a manner that spoke my whole soul.--Yes; I had near broke through all my resolutions.--This I did say, If Miss Warley refuses her dear hand, pressing it to my lips, in the same peremptory manner,--what will become of him who without it is lost to the whole world?--The reply ventur'd no further than her cheek;--there sat enthron'd in robes of crimson.--I scarce dar'd to look up:--her eyes darted forth a ray so powerful, that I not only quitted her hand, but suffered her to leave the room without my saying another word.--This happened at Jenkings's last evening; in the morning she was to set out with the old gentleman for Oxfordshire.--I did not attempt seeing her again 'till that time, fearing my presence might be unpleasing, after the confusion I had occasion'd.