Judge for me, Sir James; _you_ who _know_, who _love_ Miss Warley, judge for me.--Is it possible for a man of my turn to see her, to talk with her, to know her thousand _virtues_, and not wish to be united to them?--It is to your candour I appeal.--_Say_ I _am_ to be happy, _say_ it only in one line, I come immediately to the Abbey, full of reverence, of esteem, of gratitude. Think, dear Sir James, of Lady Powis;--think of the satisfaction you hourly enjoy with that charming woman; then will you complete the felicity of DARCEY. LETTER XXVII. Sir JAMES POWIS to Lord DARCEY. _Barford Abbey_. I am not much surpris'd at the contents of your Lordship's letter, it is _what_ Lady Powis and I have long conjectur'd; yet I must tell, you, my Lord, notwithstanding Miss Warley's great merit, I should have been much better pleas'd to have found myself mistaken. I claim no right to controul your inclinations: the strict observance you pay your father's last request, tempts me to give my opinion very opposite to what I should otherwise have done.--Duty like yours ought to be rewarded.--If you will content yourself with an incumber'd estate rather than a clear one, why--why--why--faith you shall not have my approbation 'till you come to the Abbey. Should you see the little bewitching Gipsy before I talk with you, who knows but you may be wise enough to make a larger jointure than you can afford? I am glad your Lordship push'd the matter no farther on the terrace: I did not then know how well I lov'd our dear girl.--My wife is _so_ pleas'd,--_so_ happy,--_so_ overjoy'd,--at what she calls your noble disinterested regard for her Fanny, that one would think she had quite forgot the value of _money_.--I expect my son to-morrow.--Let me have the happiness of embracing you at the same time;--you are both my children, &c. &c.: J. Powis. LETTER XXVIII. Lord DARCEY to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH. _Barford Abbey_. Full of joy! full of surprize! I dispatch a line by Robert.--Fly, Molesworth, to Mr. Smith's, in _Bloomsbury-Square_:--tell my dearest, dear Miss Warley, but tell her of it by degrees, that Mr. Powis is her _father!_--Yes! her _father_, George;--and the most desirable woman on earth, her mother!--Don't tell her of it neither; you will kill her with surprise.--Confounded luck! that I did not know she was in London. I shall be with you in less than two hours, after Robert:--I send him on, with orders to ride every horse to death, lest he should be set out for Dover. Jenkings is now on the road, but he travels too slow for my wishes.--If she is gone, prepare swift horses for me to follow:--I am kept by force to refresh myself.--What refreshment can I want!--Fly, I say, to Miss Powis, now no longer Miss Warley.--Leave her not, I charge you;--stir not from her;--by our friendship, Molesworth, stir not from her 'till you see DARCEY. LETTER XXIX. The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to RICHARD RISBY, Esq; _Dover_.