No, my angel!--_Why does he call me his angel?_

Why, no: I have such a sinking, such a load on my mind, to reflect it ispossible,--only possible it might happen, that, upon my word, it hasbeen almost too much for me.

Ah! my Lord, you are certainly wrong to anticipate evils; they come rapidenough, one need not run to meet them:--besides, if your Lordship hadbeen in reality that very unfortunate creature, you dreamt you were, forno rank or degree is proof against the caprice of Fortune,--was nothingto be preserv'd entire?--Fortune can require only what she gave:fortitude, peace, and resignation, are not her gifts.

0h! Miss Warley, you mistake: it was not riches I fancied myselfdispossess'd of;--it was, oh my God!--what my peace, my _very_ soul iscenter'd in!--and his eyes turn'd round with so ferocious a stare, thatreally I began to suspect his head.

I trembled so I could scarce reach the dressing-room, though just at thedoor.--The moment I turn'd from him, he flew like lightning over thestairs; and soon after, I saw him walking with Sir James on the terrace.By their gestures I could discover their conversation was not a commonone.

Mr. Morgan comes this instant in sight;--a servant after him, leading mylittle mule.--I am sorry to break off, but I must attend him;--he is sogood, I know your Ladyship would be displeas'd, was I to prolong myletter at the expence of his favour.--Yours, my much honour'd,--my muchlov'd Lady,--with all gratitude, with all affection,