However, I would consent to be rank'd in the number of Cupid's slain, could I be hit by just such a dart as pierc'd you. Vulcan certainly has none ready made that will do, unless he sharpens the points of those which have already recoiled. But hold; I must descend from the clouds, to regale myself on a fine turtle at the Duke of R----d's. What an _epicure!_ Talk of feasting my palate, when my eyes are to meet delicacies of a far more inviting nature!--There _was_ a time I should have been envy'd _such_ a repast:--_that_ time is fled;--_you_ are no longer a monopolizer of beauty;--can sing but of _one_,--talk but of _one_--dream but of _one_,--and, what is still more extraordinary, love but _one_.-- Give _me_ a heart at large;--such confin'd notions are not for MOLESWORTH. LETTER XV. Lord DARCEY to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH. _Barford Abbey_. I envy not the greatest monarch on earth!--She is return'd with my peace;--my joy;--my very soul.--Had you seen her restorative smiles! they spoke more than my pen can describe!--She bestow'd them on me, even before she ran to the arms of Sir James and Lady Powis.--Sweet condescension!--Her hand held out to meet mine, which, trembling, stopt half way.--What checks,--what restraint, did I inflict on myself!--Yes, that would have been the decisive moment, had I not perceiv'd the eyes of Argus planted _before, behind_, on _every side_ of Sir James.--God! how he star'd.--I suppose my looks made some discovery.--Once more I must take thee up, uneasy dress of hypocrisy;--though it will be as hard to girt on, as the tight waistcoat on a lunatic. Never has a day appear'd to me so long as _this_.--_Full_ of expectation, _full_ of impatience!--All stuff again.--No matter; it is not the groans of a sick man, that can convey his pain to another:--to feel greatly, you must have been afflicted with the same malady. I suppose you would laugh to hear how often I have opened and shut the door;--how often look'd out at the window,--or the multiplicity of times examined my watch since ten this morning!--Needless would it likewise be to recount the impatient steps I have taken by the road-side, attentive to the false winds, which would frequently cheat me into a belief, that my heart's treasure was approaching.--Hark! I should say, that must be wheels;--stop and pause;--walk forwards;--stop again, till every sound have died upon my ear. Harrass'd by expectation, I saunter'd a back way to Jenkings's;--enquired of Mrs. Jenkings, what time she thought her husband might be home; and taking Edmund with me to my former walk, determined to sound _his_ inclinations.--I waved mentioning Miss Warley's name till we had gone near a quarter of a mile from the house; still expecting he would begin the subject, which at this juncture I suppose particularly engaged his attention; but perceiving he led to things quite opposite, I drew him out in the following manner.