Indeed you do, join'd in his Lady; but we will try to remove your uneasiness:--pray let us conduct you to the Abbey; you are come to the best house in the world to heal grievances.--Ah, Risby! said my friend, all there is happiness.--Dick, I have the sweetest daughter: but Lord Darcey, I suppose, has told you every thing; we desir'd he would; and that we might see you immediately.--Can _you_ tell us if his Lordship is gone on to Dover? He is, returned I.--I did not wait his coming down, wanting to discover to you the reason of my perplexities. What excuse after saying this, could I make, for going into the steward's?--For my soul, I could not think of any.--Fortunately it enter'd my head to say, that I had been wrong directed;--that a foolish boy had told me this was the strait road to the Abbey. Mr. and Mrs. Powis importun'd me to let the servant lead my horse, that I might walk home with them.--_This_ would never do.--I could not longer trust myself in _their_ company, 'till I had reconnoitred the family;--'till I had examin'd who _there_ was best fitted to bear the first onset of sorrow.--I brought myself off by saying, one of my legs was hurt with a tight boot. Well then, go on, Risby, said Mr. Powis: you see the Abbey just before you; my wife and I will walk fast;--we shall be but a few minutes behind. My faculties were quite unhing'd, the sight of the noble structure.--I stopp'd, paus'd, then rode on; stopp'd again, irresolute whether to proceed.--Recollecting your strict injunctions, I reach'd the gate which leads to the back entrance; there I saw a well-looking gentleman and the game-keeper just got off their horses:--the former, after paying me the compliment of his hat, took a brace of hares from the keeper, and went into the house.--I ask'd of a servant who stood by, if that was Sir James Powis? No, Sir, he replied; but Sir James is within. Who is that gentleman? return'd I. His name is Morgan, Sir, Very intimate here, I suppose--is he not? Yes, very intimate, Sir. Then _he_ is the person I have business with; pray tell him _so_. The servant obey'd.--Mr. Morgan came to me, before I had dismounted; and accosting me very genteely, ask'd what my commands were with him? Be so obliging, Sir, I replied; to go a small distance from the house; and I will unfold an affair which I am sorry to be the messenger of. Nothing is amiss, Sir, I hope: you look strangely terrified; but I'll go with you this instant.--On that he led me by a little path to a walk planted thick with elms; at one end of which was a bench, where we seated ourselves.--_Now_, Sir, said Mr. Morgan, you may _here_ deliver what you have to say with secrecy.--I don't recollect to have had the honour of seeing _you_ before;--but I wait with impatience to be inform'd the occasion of this visit. You are a friend, I presume, of Sir James Powis?