To find your Ladyship has still a high opinion of Lady Powis, has filled me with pleasure.--Fear of the reverse often threw a damp on my heart, whilst receiving the most tender caresses.--You bid me love her!--You say I cannot love her too well!--_This_ is a command my heart springs forward to obey. Unhappy family!--What a loss does it sustain by the absence of Mr. Powis?--_No_, I can never forgive the Lady who has occasioned this source of sorrow.--Why is her name concealed?--But what would it benefit me to come at a knowledge of it? Pity Sir James should rather see such a son _great_ than happy.--Six thousand a year, _yet_ covet a fortune twice as large!--Love of riches makes strange wreck in the human heart. Why did Mr. Powis leave his native country?--The refusal of a Lady with whom he only sought an union in obedience to his father, could not _greatly_ affect him.--Was not such an overture _without_ affection,--_without_ inclination,--a blot in his fair character?--Certainly it was.--Your Ladyship seems to think Sir James only to blame.--I dare not have presumed to offer my opinion, had you not often told me, it betray'd a meanness to hide our real sentiments, when call'd upon to declare them. Lady Powis yesterday obliged me with a sight of several letters from her son.--_I_ am not mistress of a stile like _his_, or your Ladyship would have been spar'd numberless tedious moments.--Such extraordinary deckings are seldom to be met with in common minds. I told Lady Powis, last evening, that I should devote this day to my pen;--so I shall not be sent for;--a favour I am sure to have conferr'd if I am not at the Abbey soon after breakfast.--Lord Darcey is frequently my escort.--I am pleased to see that young nobleman regard Edmund as if of equal rank with himself. Heavens! his Lordship is here!--full-dressed, and just alighted from the coach,--to fetch me, I fear.--I shall know in a moment; Mrs. Jenkings is coming up. Even so.--It vexes me to be thus taken off from my agreeable task;--yet I cannot excuse myself,--her Ladyship is importunate.--She sends me word I _must_ come;--that I _must_ return with Lord Darcey.--Mrs. Finch is accidentally dropp'd in with her son.--I knew the latter was expected to meet two gentlemen from Bath,--one of them an intimate friend of Lord Darcey.--Mrs. Finch is an amiable woman;--it is to her Lady Powis wants to introduce me. _Your Servant, my Lord_.--A very genteel way to hasten me down--impatient, I suppose, to see his friend from Bath.--_Well_, Jenny, tell his Lordship it will be needless to have the horses taken out.--I shall be ready in a quarter of an hour.--Adieu, my dear Lady. Eleven o'clock at night. Every thing has conspired to make this day more than commonly agreeable.--It requires the pen of a Littelton to paint the different graces which shone in conversation.--As no such pen is at hand, will your Ladyship receive from _mine_ a short description of the company at the Abbey?