My husband! said she, in a faint voice, as he drew near her.--Then looking at me,--Comfort him, Mr. Risby;--don't let him sob so.--Indeed he will be ill;--indeed he will.--Then addressing him, Consider, she who us'd to be your nurse is now incapable of the task.--His agitation was so much increas'd by her words and manner, that I attempted to draw him into another apartment.--Your intentions are kind, said she, Mr. Risby;--but I _must_ not lose my husband:--you see how it is, Sir, shaking her head;--try to sooth him;--talk to him _here_ but do not take him from _me_.-- Then turning to Mr. Powis,--I am better, my love,--don't frighten yourself:--we must learn to be resign'd.--Set the example, and I will be resign'd, said he,--wiping away the tears as they trickled down her cheek;--if my Fanny supports herself, I shall not be quite miserable. In this situation I left them, to close my letter. What is become of poor Lord Darcey? For ever is he in my thoughts.--_His_ death will be an aggravation to the general sorrow.--Write instantly:--I wait your account with impatience; yet dread to receive it. LETTER XXXI. The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to RICHARD RISBY, Esq; _Dover_. Say not a word of it;--no, not for the world;--the body of Miss Powis is drove on shore.--If the family choose to have her brought down, it may be done some time hence.--I have order'd an undertaker to get a lead coffin, and will take care to have her remains properly deposited.--It would be an act of cruelty at present to acquaint her friends with this circumstance.--I have neither leisure or spirits to tell you in what manner the body was found, and how I knew it to be miss Powis's. The shore is fill'd with a multitude of people.--What sights will they gaze on to satisfy their curiosity!--a curiosity that makes human nature shrink. I have got three matronly women to go with the undertaker, that the body may be taken up with decency. Darcey lives;--but _how_ does he live?--Without sense; almost without motion. God protect the good old steward!--the worthy Jenkings!--He is with you before this;--he has told you everything. I could not write by him:--I thought I should never be able to touch a pen again.--He had left Dover before the body was found.--What conflicts did he escape! But as it is, I fear his grey hairs will go down with sorrow to the grave.--God support us all! MOLESWORTH. LETTER XXXII Captain RISBY to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH. _Barford Abbey_.