The match between Lady J. Marston and Mr. Harrop, ditto between Miss Percy and Lord Anfield are off, positively off _faute d'argent_. The old Countess held out for £2,000 a-year settlement, and Harrop was tied up by his former marriage. It is whispered that a Scotch coronet _hove in sight_ just before poor H. got his _congé_; but I don't pledge myself for the truth of this _codicil_ to the story.--I was interrupted here by Lord George and Mr. Cambray, and have been laughing till I am weary at the best thing in the world. I told you in a former part of this letter, that I was in particularly good spirits last night, and made a sally, in speaking of your banishment. Lord George's "_bravissimo_" was the signal of applause, but poor Sir Hargrove Miles did not know the meaning of _ostracism_, and asked some one (I believe young Felton), who, in a funny mood, told him that I was talking of oysters. There was a laugh, and some ridiculous things were said which I did not hear, but Sir Hargrove looked _cloudy_, and your Marplot friend, Annesley, dreading a meeting in the morning, _explained_ like a goose, and put him into good humour by allowing him to turn the joke against me. Poor Sir H. has accordingly been representing me to-day up and down the whole length of Bond-street as a _Blue_, and were it not that Lord George is my _chevalier_, and that _nuncle_ is coming home with a heavy purse, it would not be so pleasant. As things _are_, I can _afford_ a blue banner, or, as Lord George says, "We may hoist the _blue Peter_ now if we like." He is very witty, and I assure you that _our_ society is considered quite _haut ton_--quite _French_. I did not intend to have written six lines, and you see how I have run on. Do, my dear, return to us as quickly as possible: you ought to be at your _post_ when the old fellow lands on English ground. _You_ will of course be his principal _look out_, and ought certainly to _toad_ him a little, especially as he will probably be very bilious after the voyage. Mamma thinks it likely that the new light and the bile will be extinguished together, and proposes being ready at an hour's notice to _whisk_ him off to Leamington; but should we find that there is any thing so fixed in his religious derangement as not to give way immediately to the waters, she says that the worst which can happen is our leaving him for a time, and going to the continent. He will probably come home after so long an absence with his heart in his hand, and be as generous as a prince. If so, we shall get plenty of money to take us abroad, and thus fare the better for any little _twist_ that he may have got from received opinions, I do not say from _fashionable_ ways of thinking; for I observe, that East Indians are never people of _ton_: they are expensive and luxurious, but want the _je ne sais quoi_, that inexplicable _odeur de la bonne société_ which marks the select few in a London circle.