I am only hurt by your Ladyship's goodness. Indeed, return'd she, I have not a close heart, but no one ever found so quick a passage to it as yourself.--Oh! Lady Mary, _this_ is surely a _heart_ like yours!--A _heart_ like Mrs. Whitmore's!--Was you not surpris'd, _my dear_, continued her Ladyship, to be so accosted by the gentleman below?--Take no notice of what is said by Mr. Morgan.--that is his name;--he means well, and never goes into any person's house, but where his oddities are indulg'd.--I am particularly civil to him; he was an old school-fellow of Sir James's, one whose purse was always open to him.--Sir James, Miss Warley, was rather addicted to extravagance in the beginning of his life;--_that_, in some respects, is revers'd latterly.--I have been a sufferer,--yet is he a tender generous husband. One day you shall know more.--I _had_ a son, Miss Warley--Here Sir James interrupted her.--I come to tell you, said he, that Lord Darcey and myself are impatient for our tea. O fie! Sir James, return'd Lady Powis, talk of impatience before an unmarried Lady!--If you go on at this rate, you will frighten her from any connection with your sex.--Not at all,--not at all, said Sir James; you take us for better for worse.--See there, Miss Warley smiles.--I warrant she does not think my _impatience_ unseasonable.--I was going to reply, but effectually stopped by her Ladyship, who said, taking my hand, Come, my dear, let us go down.--I am fond of finding excuses for Sir James; we will suppose it was not he who was impatient:--we will suppose the _impatience_ to be Lord Darcey's. Whilst regaling ourselves at the tea table, Mr. Morgan was in the dining-parlour, brightening up his features by the assitance of the cook and butler.--We were congratulating each other on the difference of our present and late situation, declaring there was nothing to regret, when Mr. Morgan enter'd.--Regret! cry'd he,--what do you regret?--Not, I hope, that I have made a good dinner on a cold sirloin and pickled oysters?--Indeed I do, said Lady Powis:--Had I thought you so poor a caterer, I should have taken the office on myself.--Faith then, reply'd he, you might have eat it yourself:--Forty years, my good Lady, I have made this house my home, and did I ever suffer you to direct _what_, or _when_, I should eat?-- Sir James laugh'd aloud; so did her Ladyship:--I was inclin'd to do the same,--but afraid what next he would say;--However, this caution did not screen me from particular notice. What the duce have I here! said he, taking one of my hands,--a snow-ball by the colour, and feeling? and down he dropp'd it by the side of Lord Darcey's, which rested on the table. I was never more confounded.