I was quite easy. I knew his abrupt departure was nothing but anair:--an air of consequence, I suppose.--However, I was willing to beconvinced, so did not move till I saw the Gentleman sauntering up thelawn. As no one perceived him but myself, I slid out to the housekeeper,and told her, if her Lady enquir'd for me, I was gone home to writeLetters by to-morrow's post.

You have enough of it now, I believe, my dear Lady; two long letters bythe same packet:--but you are the repository of my joy, my grief, thevery inmost secrets of my soul.--You, my dear Lady, have the whomle heartof

F. WARLEY.

LETTER XVIII.

Lord DARCEY to the Honourable GE0RGE M0LESW0RTH.