_Oct. 30._--Lady Warren is immensely tall, and extremely beautiful;
she is now but just nineteen, though she has been married two or three
years. She is giddy, gay, chatty, good-humoured, and a little affected;
she hazards all that occurs to her, seems to think the world at
her feet, and is so young and gay and handsome that she is not much
mistaken. She is, in short, an inferior Lady Honoria Pemberton;[155]
somewhat beneath her in parts and understanding, but strongly in that
class of character. I had no conversation with her myself; but her voice
is loud and deep, and all she said was for the whole room.
Marriages being talked of, “I'll tell you,” cried she, “a story; that
is, it sha'n't be a story, but a fact. A lady of my acquaintance, who
had 50,000L. fortune, ran away to Scotland with a gentleman she liked
vastly; so she was a little doubtful of him, and had a mind to try him:
so when they stopped to dine, and change horses, and all that, she said,
'Now, as I have a great regard for you, I dare say you have for me--so
I will tell you a secret: I have got no fortune at all, in reality, but
only 5,000 pounds; for all the rest is a mere pretence: but if you like
me for myself, and not for my fortune, you won't mind that.' So the
gentleman said, 'Oh, I don't regard it at all, and you are the same
charming angel that ever you was,' and all those sort of things that
people say to one, and then went out to see about the chaise. So he did
not come back; but when dinner was ready, the lady said 'Pray, where is
he?' 'Lor, ma'am,' said they, 'why, that gentleman has been gone ever
so long!' So she came back by herself; and now she's married to somebody
else, and has her 50,000 pounds fortune all safe.”