MISS BYRON.--IN CONTINUATION
TUESDAY MORNING, APRIL 18.
This naughty Lady G----! She is excessively to blame. Lord L---- is out
of patience with her. So is Lady L----. Emily says, she loves her
dearly; but she does not love her ways. Lord G----, as Emily tells me,
talks of coming to me; the cause of quarrel supposed to be not great: but
trifles, insisted upon, make frequently the widest breaches. Whatever it
be, it is between themselves: and neither cares to tell: but Lord and
Lady L---- are angry with her, for the ludicrous manner in which she
treats him.
The misunderstanding happened after my cousin and I left them last night.
I was not in spirits, and declined staying to cards. Lady Olivia and her
aunt went away at the same time. Whist was the game. Lord and Lady
L----, Dr. Bartlett and Emily, were cast in. In the midst of their play,
Lady G---- came hurrying down stairs to them, warbling an air. Lord
G---- followed her, much disturbed. Madam, I must tell you, said he--Why
MUST, my lord? I don't bid you.
Sit still, child, said she to Emily; and took her seat behind her--Who
wins? Who loses?
Lord G---- walked about the room--Lord and Lady L---- were unwilling to
take notice, hoping it would go off; for there had been a few
livelinesses on her side at dinner-time, though all was serene at supper.
Dr. Bartlett offered her his cards. She refused them--No, doctor, said
she, I will play my own cards: I shall have enough to do to play them
well.
As you manage it, so you will, madam, said Lord G----.
Don't expose yourself, my lord: we are before company. Lady L----, you
have nothing but trumps in your hand.
Let me say a word or two to you, madam, said Lord G---- to her.