LETTER XI.

The Honourable GE0RGE M0LESW0RTH to Lord DARCEY.

_Bath_.

Believe me, my dear Lord, I never suspected you capable of designs youjustly hold in abhorrence.--If I expressed myself warmly, it was owingto your keeping from me the knowledge of those particulars which havevaried every circumstance.--I saw my friend a poor restless being,irresolute, full of perplexities.--I felt for him.--I rejoice now tofind from whence this _irresolution_, those _perplexities_ arose.--Sheis,--she must,--by heaven! she shall be yours:--A reward fit only for_such_ great--_such_ noble resolutions.

You talk of a _last_ argument--Forbear _that_ argument.--You _must_ notuse it before you have laid your intentions open to SirJames.--_Neither_ follow her to France.--What, as you are situated,would _that_ avail?--Prevent her going, _if_ you can.--_Such_ a woman,under the protection of Lady Mary Sutton, _must_ have many advantageousproposals.

I understand _nothing_ of features,--I know _nothing_ of physiognomy, ifyou have any uneasiness from Bridgman.--It occasionally was not marks of a violentpassion he betrayed;--rather, I think, an ambition of having his tasteapproved by the world;--but we shall know more of the matter when I meethim in city.