Now, my dear Lady, the time is absolutely fix'd for our embarkation; the 22d, without fail.--Mr. Smith intends coming himself, to accompany me to London.--How very good and obliging this!--I shall say nothing of it to Lady Powis, till Lord Darcey is gone, which will be Saturday:--_he_ may go to France, if he pleases, but not with _me_.-- When I received Mrs. Smith's letter, he was mighty curious to know who it was from:--I found him examining the seal, as it lay on the table in Mr. Jenkings's parlour.--Here is a letter for you, Miss Warley, a good deal confus'd.--So I see, my Lord: I suppose from Lady Mary Sutton. I fancy not;--it does not appear to be directed in the same hand with that my servant brought you last from the post-office.--I broke the seal; it was easy to perceive the contents gave me pleasure. There is something, Miss Warley, which gives you particular satisfaction. You are right, my Lord, I never was better pleas'd. Then it is from Lady Mary? _No_, not from Lady Mary. From Mrs. Smith, _then?_--Do I guess _now?_--You say nothing; oh, there it is.--I could not forbear smiling. Pray tell me, only _tell me_, and he caught one of my hands, if this letter does not fix the _very_ day of your setting out for France? I thought him possest with the spirit of divination.--What could I do, in this case?--Falshoods I despise;--evasions are low, _very_ low, indeed:--yet I knew he ought not to be trusted with the contents, even at the expence of my veracity--I recollected myself, and looked grave. My Lord, you must excuse me; this affair concerns only myself; even Lady Powis will not be acquainted with it yet. I have done, if Lady Powis is not to be acquainted with it.--I have no right--I say _right_.--Don't look so, Miss Warley--_believe I did flare a little_--Time will unfold,--will cast a different light on things from that in which you now see them. I was confus'd;--I put up my letter, went to the window, took a book from thence, and open'd it, without knowing what I did. _Complete Pocket-Farrier; or, A Cure for all Disorders in Horses_, read his Lordship aloud, looking over my shoulder; for such was the title of the book. What have you here, my love? _My love_, indeed! Mighty free, mighty free, was it not, my Lady? I could not avoid laughing at the drollery of this accident, or I should have given him the look he deserved.--I thank God I am come to a state of _indifference_; and my time here is so short, I would willingly appear as little reserv'd as possible, that he might not think I have chang'd my sentiments since his _declaring off_: though I must own I have; but my pride will not suffer me to betray it to him. If he has distress'd me,--if he has led my heart a little astray,--I am recovered now:--I have found out my mistake.--Should I suffer my eye to drop a tear, on looking back, for the future it will be more watchful;--it will guard, it will protect the poor wanderer.