Twelve o'clock, at night.

0ur fair visitor just gone;--just gone home with Edmund.--What anofficious fool, to take him in the carriage, and prevent myself from apleasure I envy him for.--I am not in spirits;--I can write nomore;--perhaps the next post:--but I will promise nothing.

I am, _&c. &c._

DARCEY.

LETTER V.