What do you _conjecture_, Sir?--Yes, I ask'd him what.--

Your Lordship must excuse my answering that question. _I hope_ I am

wrong;--_I hope_ such a thing never enter'd your thoughts:--if it

has--and he mutter'd something I could not understand; only I heard

distinctly the words _unlucky_,--_imprudent_,--_unforeseen_.--I knew

enough of their meaning to silence me.--Shaking him by the hand, I said,

Well, Sir James, if you please, we will drop this subject for the

present.--On which the conversation ended.

What a deal of patience and philosophy am I master of, to be here at my

pen, whilst two old men are sucking in the honey which I should lay up

for a winter's store?--Like Time, nothing can stand before her:--she

mows down all ages.--Even Morgan, that man who us'd to look on a fine

woman with more indifference than a horse or dog,--is now

new-moulded;--not one oath in the space where I have known twenty escape

him:--instead of following his dogs the whole morning, he is eternally

with the ladies.

If he rides out with my angel, for he's determin'd, he says, to make her

a complete horsewoman, I must not presume to give the least direction,

or _even_ touch the bridle.

I honour him for the tender regard he shews her:--yes, I go further;

_he_ and _Mr. Watson_ may _love_ her;--they do _love_ her, and glory in

declaring it.--I _love_ them in return;--but they are the only two, of

all the race of batchelors within my knowledge, that should make _such_

a declaration with impunity.

Let me see: I shall be in London Saturday evening;--Sunday, no

post;--Monday, _then_ I determine to write to Sir James;--Wednesday, I

may have an answer;--_Thursday_,--who knows but _Thursday!_--nothing is

impossible; who knows but _Thursday_ I may return to all my hopes?--How

much I resemble a shuttlecock! how am I thrown from side to side by hope

and fear; now up, now down; no sooner mounted by one hand than lower'd

by another!

This moment a gleam of comfort steals sweetly through my heart;--but it

is gone even before I could bid it welcome.--Why so fast!--to what spot

is it fled?--Can there be a wretch more in need, who calls louder for

its charitable ray than

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