The word _happy_ echoed from every mouth; each sentence began and ended with it.--What the heart feels is seldom to be disguised.--Grief will speak,--if not by the tongue, it will out;--it hangs on the features, sallows the skin, withers the sinews, and is a galling weight that pulls towards the ground.--Why should a thought of grief intrude at this time?--Is not my dear Lady Mary's health returning?--Is not felicity restor'd to this family?--Now will my regret at parting be lessened;--now shall I leave every individual with minds perfectly at ease. Mr. Powis is expected in less than a month, intending to embark in the next ship after the Packet.--How I long to see him!--But it is very unlikely I should; I shall certainly have taken my leave of this place before he arrives.--By your Ladyship's permission, I hope to look in upon them, at our return to England. What genteel freedoms men give themselves after _declaring off_, as Miss Winter calls it?--I had never so many fine things said to me before;--I can't tell how many;--quite a superabundance;--and before Sir James _too!_--But no notice is taken; he has cleared himself of all suspicion.--He may go to town as soon as he will.--His business is done;--yes, he did it yesterday. I wish I may not laugh out in the midst of his fine speeches.-- I wish your Ladyship could see this cool attention I give him.--But I have nettled him to the truth this afternoon:--his pride was alarm'd;--it could certainly proceed from _no other_ cause, after he has _declared off_. I was sitting at the tea-table, a trouble I always take from Lady Powis, who with Sir James was walking just without the windows, when Lord Darcey open'd the door, and said, advancing towards me with affected airs of admiration,--How proud should I be to see my house and table so graced!--Then leaning over the back of my chair, Well, my angel! how is the bad arm? Come, let me see, attempting to draw off my glove. Oh! quite well, my Lord; withdrawing my hand carelessly. For heaven's sake, take more care of yourself, Miss Warley; this might have been a sad affair. Depend on that, my Lord, for my own sake. For your _own sake!_ Not in consideration of any _other_ person? Yes; of _Lady Mary Sutton, Sir James_ and _Lady Powis, good Mr. Jenkings_ and _his wife_, who I know would be concerned was I to suffer much from any accident. Then there is no _other_ person you would wish to preserve your life for? Not that I know at present, my Lord, Not that you know at _present!_ so you think you may one day or _other?_ I pretend not, my Lord, to answer for what _may_ happen; I have never seen the _person_ yet. I was going to say something further, I have really forgot what, when he turn'd from me, and walked up and down the room with a seeming discomposure.