I believe it impossible for a human being to have _more_ good nature, or _more_ good qualities, than Edmund; yet had he the riches of a Mogul, I could never think of a connection with him.--_He_, worthy young man, has never given his father cause for _suspicion_.--I am convinced he has not.--Naturally of an obliging disposition, he is ever on the watch for opportunities to gratify his amiable inclinations:--not _one_ such selfish motive as love to push him on. A summons to breakfast.--Lord Darcey, it seems, is below;--I suppose, slid away from his friends to call on Edmund.--Mr. and Mrs. Jenkings are _all_ smiles, _all_ good humour, to their son,--I hope it is only I who have been _suspicious_.--Lord Darcey is still with Edmund.--They are at this moment under my window,--counselling perhaps, about a commission he wants his father to purchase for him in the Guards.--I should be glad to see this matter accommodated;--yet, I could wish, in _so_ tender a point, his Lordship may not be _too_ forward in advising.--Mr. and Mrs. Jenkings have such an opinion of him,--they pay such deference to what he says,--his advice _must_ have weight;--and they _may_ be unhappy by giving up their inclinations. The praises of Lord Darcey are forever sounding in my ears.--To what a height would the partiality of Mrs. Jenkings lift me?--She would have me think,--I cannot tell your Ladyship what she would _have me think_.--My hopes dare not take _such_ a flight.--No!--I can perceive what their fall _must_ be;--I can perceive _it_, without getting on the top of the precipice to look down. I shall order every thing for my departure, according to your Ladyship's directions, holding myself in readiness to attend Mr. and Mrs. Smith, at the time proposed. Oxfordshire I must revisit,--for a few days only;--having some little matters to regulate. The silks I have purchas'd for your Ladyship are slight, as you directed, except a white and gold, which is the richest and most beautiful I could procure. How imperceptibly time slides on?--The clock strikes eleven,--in spight of the desire I have of communicating many things more.--An engagement to be with Lady Powis at twelve hastens me to conclude myself Your Ladyship's Most honour'd and affectionate, F. WARLEY. LETTER IX. The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to LORD DARCEY. _Bath_. What a sacrifice do you offer up to that old dog Plutus!--I have lost _all_ patience,--_all_ patience, I say.--_Such_ a woman!--_such_ an angelic woman!--But what has,--what will avail my arguments?--Her peace is gone,--if you persevere in a behaviour so _particular_,--absolutely gone.