The Ladies look'd on each other,--Mrs. Delves said in a tone that shew'd she was not without the darling passion of her sex, Pardon me, Sir; I think I have heard Miss Warley has _no_ brother,--or I should think _your_ emotion I saw him before me.--But whoever you are, this humanity is noble.--Indeed, the poor young Lady has been extremely ill. I am not her brother, Madam, return'd I.--It is true, she has _no_ brother;--but _she has_ parents, _she has_ friends, who lament her dead:--_their_ sorrow has been _mine_. I fear, Sir, return'd she, it will not end here.--I grieve to tell you, the Miss Warley you speak of is not with me;--I know nothing of that Lady:--my Miss Warley has no parents. I still persisted it was the same; and, to the no small gratification of both mother and daughter, promis'd to explain the mystery.--But before I began, Miss Delves was sent to desire Miss Warley would continue in bed an hour longer, on account of some visitors that had dropp'd in accidentally. Soon as Miss Delves return'd, I related every particular.--I cannot tell you half that pass'd;--I cannot describe their astonishment:--but let me _tell_ you Miss Powis is just recover'd from the small-pox;--that this was the second day of her sitting up:--let me _tell_ you _too_ her face is as beautiful as ever.--On mature deliberation, it was determin'd, for the sake of Miss Powis's health, she must some time longer think her name Warley. I din'd with my new acquaintance, on their promising to procure an interview for me with Miss Powis in the afternoon. It was about five when I was admitted to her presence.--I found her in an elegant dressing-room, sitting on a sopha: her head a little reclin'd.--I stepp'd slow and softly: she arose as I enter'd.--I wonder not that Darcey adores her, never was a form so perfect! My trembling knees beat one against another.--My heart,--my impatient heart flew up to my face to tell its joyful sensations.--I ventur'd to press her hand to my lips, but was incapable of pronouncing a syllable.--She was confus'd:--she certainly thought of Darcey, when she saw his friend.--I took a chair next her.--I shall not repeat our conversation 'till it became interesting, which began by her asking, if I had heard lately any accounts from Barford Abbey?--Lord Darcey, Madam, I reply'd, has receiv'd a letter from Sir James. Lord Darcey! she repeated with great emotion.--Is Sir James and Lady Powis well. Sir? His Lordship, reply'd I, awkwardly, did not mention particulars.--I believe,--I suppose.--your friends are well.