I was never more confounded.

You are not angry, my pretty Lady, continued he:--we shall know one

another better;--but if you displease me,--I shall thunder.--I keep all

in subjection, except the _muleish kind_, making a low bow to Sir James.

Saying this, he went in pursuit of Mr. Watson.--They soon re-enter'd

together; a card-table was produc'd; and we sat down at it, whilst they

solac'd themselves by a good fire.

My attention was frequently taken from the cards, to observe how it was

possible such opposites as Mr. Watson and Mr. Morgan cou'd be

entertain'd by one another's conversation.--Never saw I any two

seemingly more happy!--The chearfulness of the former augmented;--the

voice of the latter at least three notes lower.--This has been since

explain'd to me by Lady Powis.--Mr. Morgan, she says, notwithstanding

his rough appearance, is of a nature so compassionate, that, to people

defective in person or fortune, he is the gentlest creature breathing.

Our party broke up at nine.--I sat half an hour after supper, then

propos'd returning to Mr. Jenkings's.--Lady Powis would not hear me on

this subject--I must stay that night at the Abbey:--venturing out such

weather would hazard my health.--So said Sir James; so said Lord

Darcey.--As for Mr. Morgan, he swore, Was he the former, his horses

should not stir out for fifty pieces, unless, said he, Sir James chooses

to be a fellow-sufferer with Lord Allen, who I have led such a chace

this day, that he was forced to leave poor Snip on the forest.--Saying

which, he threw himself back in the chair, and fell into a sound

sleep.--About eleven I retir'd to my chamber;--a message first being

sent to Mr. Jenkings.--Instead of going immediately to bed, I sat down

and indulg'd myself with the satisfaction of writing to my beloved Lady

Mary.--This morning I got up early to finish my packet; and though I

have spent half an hour with Mr. Jenkings, shall close it before her

Ladyship is stirring.

Your commands, my dear Lady, are executed.--I have wrote Mrs. Smith; and

as soon as I receive her answer, shall, with a joyful heart, with

impatient fondness, prepare to throw at your Ladyship's feet,

Your much honour'd,

and affectionate,

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