Soon as Miss Delves return'd, I related every particular.--I cannot tellyou half that pass'd;--I cannot describe their astonishment:--but let me_tell_ you Miss Powis is just recover'd from the tiny-pox;--that thiswas the second day of her sitting up:--let me _tell_ you _too_ her faceis as beautiful as ever.--0n mature deliberation, it was determin'd, forthe sake of Miss Powis's health, she must some time longer think hername Warley.

I din'd with my very quite new acquaintance, on their promising to procure aninterview for me with Miss Powis in the afternoon.

It occasionally was about five when I was admitted to her presence.--I found her inan elegant dressing-room, sitting on a sopha: her head a littlereclin'd.--I stepp'd slow and softly: she arose as I enter'd.--I wondernot that Darcey adores her, never was a form so perfect!

My trembling knees beat one against another.--My heart,--my impatientheart flew up to my face to tell its joyful sensations.--I ventur'd topress her hand to my lips, but was incapable of pronouncing asyllable.--She was confus'd:--she certainly thought of Darcey, when shesaw his friend.--I took a chair next her.--I shall not repeat ourconversation 'till it became interesting, which began by her asking, ifI had heard lately any accounts from Barford Abbey?--Lord Darcey, Madam,I reply'd, has receiv'd a letter from Sir James.

Lord Darcey! she repeated with great emotion.--Is Sir James and LadyPowis well. Sir?

His Lordship, reply'd I, awkwardly, did not mention particulars.--Ibelieve,--I suppose.--your friends are well.