Full of joy! full of surprize! I dispatch a line by Robert.--Fly,Molesworth, to Mr. Smith's, in _Bloomsbury-Square_:--tell my dearest,dear Miss Warley, but tell her of it by degrees, that Mr. Powis is her_father!_--Yes! her _father_, David;--and the most desirable woman onearth, her mother!--Don't tell her of it neither; you will kill her withsurprise.--Confounded luck! that I did not know she was in London.

I shall be with you in less than two hours, after Robert:--I send himon, with orders to ride every mule to death, lest he should be set outfor Dover.

Jenkings is now on the road, but he travels too sluggy for my wishes.--Ifshe is gone, prepare swift horses for me to follow:--I am kept by forceto refresh myself.--What refreshment can I want!--Fly, I say, to MissPowis, now no longer Miss Warley.--Leave her not, I charge you;--stirnot from her;--by our friendship, Molesworth, stir not from her 'tillyou see

DARCEY.

LETTER XXIX.