Mrs. Jenkings here enter'd, follow'd by a servant with the breakfast, which was plac'd before me, every one else having breakfasted.--She desir'd I would give myself the trouble of making tea, having some little matters to do without.--This task would have been a harder penance than a fast of three days;--but I must have submitted, had not my good genius Edmund appear'd at this moment; and placing himself by me, desir'd to have the honour of making my breakfast. I carried the cup with difficulty to my mouth. My embarrassment was perceiv'd by his Lordship; he rose from his seat, and walk'd up and down.--How did his manly form struggle to conceal the disorder of his mind!--Every movement, every look, every word, discover'd Honour in her most graceful, most ornamental garb: _when_ could it appear to such advantage, surrounded with a cloud of difficulties, yet shining out and towering above them all? He laid his cold hand on mine;--with precipitation left the room;--and was in a moment again at my elbow.--Leaning over the back of my chair, he whisper'd, For heaven's sake, miss Warley, be the instrument of my fortitude; whilst I see you I cannot--there stopt and turn'd from me.--I saw he wish'd me to go first,--as much in compassion to myself as him. When his back was turn'd, I should have slid out of the room;--but Mr. Jenkings starting up, and looking at his watch, exclaim'd, _Odso_, my Lord! it is past eleven; we shall be in the dark. This call'd him from his reverie; and he sprang to the door, just as I had reached it.--Sweet, generous creature! said he, stopping me; and you will go _then?_--Farewell, my Lord, replied I.--My dear, good friend, to Mr. Jenkings, take care of your health.--God bless you both I--My voice faulter'd. Excellent Miss Warley! a thousand thanks for your kind condescension, said the good old man.--Yet one moment, oh God! yet one moment, said his Lordship; and he caught both my hands. Come, my Lord, return'd Mr. Jenkings; and never did I see him look so grave, something of disappointment in his countenance;--come, my Lord, the day is wasting apace. Excuse this liberty:--your Lordship has been _long_ determin'd,--have _long_ known of leaving this country.--My dearest young Lady, you will be expected at the Abbey.--I shall, indeed, replied I;--so God bless you, Sir!--God bless you, my Lord! and, withdrawing my hands, hasten'd immediately to my chamber.