To Mr. Otway I feel that I may desire to be presented with gratitude for the pleasure of which he has thought me worthy, in an introduction to my agreeable _colleagues_; but how shall I contrive to make my bow at Glenalta? If you _can_ find a happy moment in which to say with a good grace, "_Charles Falkland, Mrs. Douglas_," you will be more than ever the cherished friend of, Your affectionate, C. F----. P. S. Whenever you visit the city of the Seven Hills, be sure and come hither provided with "Rome in the nineteenth Century." It is a tribute which I for one, most willingly pay, to declare this work of a female pen to be by a thousand degrees the best _vade mecum_ with which you can furnish yourself. LETTER X. MISS HOWARD TO ARTHUR HOWARD, ESQ. Dear Arthur, _London_. I am so completely _obsedée_ with all that I have to accomplish, that really you must be very thankful for a letter on any terms at present. The fact is that _la Madre_ is put into a _flutterment_ by news which we have just had from that old quiz, Mr. Ingoldsby, of the India House, who says poz, that our ancient uncle is coming home as rich as Cr[oe]sus. What is bringing him, we know not. No matter for the cause, the effect is that _Ingot_ (as I always call him) came here last week _express_ with the intelligence, since when I could not command five minutes, or you should have had the _on dit_ on the wings of the wind. At first I felt transformed into a _begum_, and transported with joy. Shawls, gems, and jewels, dazzled my senses. I dreamt of lacs of rupees, snuffed otto in every breeze, and read envy, malice, and all uncharitableness, in every female face throughout the metropolitan world.