Inimitable creature!--Can I describe your reception of my friend?--can Idescribe the dignity of beauty;--the melting softness ofsensibility;--the blushing emotion of surprize?--No, Risby;--impossible!

The Ladies stood to receive us; Miss Powis supported between her motherand Lady Mary;--_she_ all graceful timidity;--_they_ all extasy andrapture.--Do you not expect to look at Darcey at the feet of hismistress?--No; at Mrs. Powis's, at Lady Mary's, he fell.

The eyes of his Adorable glisten'd.--He always was rais'd, and embrac'dtenderly--by the parents,--by Lady Jane.--Mr. Powis said, presenting himto his delighted daughter, _You_, my dear, must make _our_ returns ofgratitude to Lord Darcey;--giving him her more than passive hand, whichhe press'd to his lips with fervor, saying, _This_ is the hour my soulhas flown up to petition--Dearest, best of women! tell me I am welcome.

She attempted to reply;--it was only an attempt.

She does bid you welcome, return'd Mr. Powis;--her _heart_ bids youwelcome.

Indeed, exclaimed she, I am not ungrateful:--_indeed_, my Lord, I am notinsensible to the obligations you have laid me under.