hour?--The real truth was springing to my lips, when, recollecting her happiness might be the sacrifice, I said, examining the lock of my gun,--I am waiting, Miss Warley, for that lazy fellow Edmund:--he promised to shew me an eye of pheasants.--If you are not a very keen sportsman, returned she, what says your Lordship to a cup of chocolate?--It will not detain you long;--Mrs. Jenkings has some ready prepared for the travellers. She pronounced _travellers_ with uncommon glee;--at least I thought so,--and, nettled at her indifference, could not help replying, _You_ are _very_ happy, madam;--_you_ part with your friends _very_ unreluctantly, I perceive. If any thing ever appeared in my favour, it was now.--Her confusion was visible;--even Edmund observed it, who just then strolled towards us, and said, looking at both attentively, What is the matter with Miss Warley? With me, Edmund? she retorted,--nothing ails me.--I suppose you think I am enough of the fine lady to complain the whole day, because I have got up an hour before my usual time. His tongue was _now_ silent;--his eyes _full_ of enquiries.--He fixed them on us alternately,--wanting to discover the situation of our hearts.--Why so curious, Edmund?--Things cannot go on long at this rate.--_Your_ heart must undergo a strict scrutiny before I shall know what terms we are upon. No words can paint my gratitude for worthy Jenkings.--He went to the Abbey, on foot, before breakfast was ended, to give me an opportunity of supplying his place in the chaise.--At parting he actually took one of my hands, joined it with Miss Warley's, and I could perceive petitions ascending from the seat of purity.--I know to what they tended.--I _felt_, I _saw_ them.--The chaise drove off. I could have blessed him.--May my blessings overtake him!--May they light where virtue sits enshrin'd by locks of silver. Yes, if his son was to wound me in the tenderest part, for the sake of _such_ a father, I think,--I know not what to think.--Living in such suspence is next to madness. She treats him with the freedom of a sister.--She calls him Edmund,--leans on his arm, and suffers him to take her hand.--The least favour conferred on me is with an air _so_ reserved, _so_ distant, as if she would say, I have not for you the least sentiment of tenderness. Lady Powis sends to desire I will walk with her.--A sweet companion am I for a person in low spirits!--That her's are not high is evident.--She has shed many tears this morning at parting with Miss Warley. Instead of eight days mortification we might have suffer'd twenty, had not her Ladyship insisted on an absolute promise of returning at that time.--Farewel till then. Yours, DARCEY. LETTER XIII. Miss WARLEY to Lady MARY SUTTON. _From the Crown, at ----_.