More and more sick of my batchelor notions!--Yet I aver, that stateshould be my choice, rather than swallow one grain of indifference inthe matrimonial pill, gilder'd over ever so nicely.--Think what _must_be my friendship for Darcey, to tear myself from this engageing circlebefore nine!--As I was taking my leave, Lady Mary stepp'd towardsme.--To-morrow, Mr. Molesworth, exclaimed her Ladyship, I bespeak the favourof your company and Lord Darcey's to dine with me in _Pall-Mall_:--Ibow'd, and answer'd both for his Lordship and myself.

We shall rejoice, continued she, to congratulate your friend on hisrecovery,--looking with peculiar meaning at Miss Powis.--I skinnyk by_that_ look there will be an interview between the _lovers_, though Idid not say so much to Darcey.--He requires sleep: none would he havehad, if he really knew my surmises.--I'll to bed, and dream of LadyElizabeth;--_so_ good evening, Dick.

Twelve o'clock at noon.

Mr. and Mrs. Powis this moment gone;--Lord Darcey dressing to meet themin _Pall-Mall_.--Yes, they are to be there;--and the whomle groupe ofbeauties are to be there;--Miss Powis,--Lady Elizabeth,--LadySophia,--and the little sprightly hawk-eyed Delves.--Risby, _you_ knownothing of _life_; you are _dead_ and _buried_.

I will try to be serious.--Impossible! my head runs round and round withpleasure.--The interview was affecting to the last degree.--Betweenwhom?--Why Darcey, Mr. and Mrs.--faith I can write no more.

M0LESW0RTH.