Conceive the fuss we have had! My Lansdowne recommended Bridget as my maid; Bridget turned out a thief and has robbed me to the amount of 70 Pounds, and acknowledged the fact before the Police, which is no consolation, her candour not replacing the articles. We declined the other consolation of pursuing her, whipping and branding, and five years detention; but only--mind you!--never trust Jane Kingston, Lady Bath’s laundress, for Bridget declares upon oath having sent the things to her--my best lace among the rest. On searching her things, a fine brodée handkerchief appeared, with Harriet embroidered in the corner, and as she lived with Lady H. Drummond[168] perhaps the House of Drummond might wish to make reclamation.... Your own PAMELA. _Lady Campbell to Miss Eden._ [17 CADOGAN TERRACE,] _September 16, 1822_. MY OWN EMILY, Here have I been settling myself to my infinite satisfaction, after having endured the ordeal of France which I went through. Where are you? What are you doing? Remember I have bespoke you, October I expect to lay my egg.[169] If you are within reach--oh, it will be such a comfort to me, I positively thirst to have a talk with you. I am so happy to be in England. Better to live on a crust or a crumb, which is not half so good in England, than upon penny rolls in France. I understand Lord Worcester[170] is already so bored with his bargain that he is to be pitied according to the good-nature of the world for anything that is passing wrong. It is sad that for the morality of the world, people will not be convinced that illegality and sin are not free from bore and ennui.... Tell me you are at hand or coming, for I downright long to see you, and in my _position_ you should not let me long, though it would be no great punishment to have a child like you. Sir Guy sends his particular love to you. Your own affectionate OLD PAM. _November 22, 1822._ Emily, these trembling lines, guided by a hand weakened by confinement, must speak daggers and penknives to you, for never having taken any written notice of me since you chucked me my child in at the window and went your way. As you come on Monday, I refer all to our meeting. I want you shockingly.... Come to me soon, dear. Your affectionate PAMELA. _Lord Auckland to his sister, Miss Eden._ NORMAN COURT, _October 29_ [1822]. Thank you for your two letters which I would have answered sooner, but we shoot all day and are lazy all the evening. I am not sure that you knew that Wall[171] had been ill and near losing the sight from one of his eyes. He is considerably better, and shoots as usual, and has no doubt of perfectly recovering.