Sir Henry's senses appeared suspended.--He at last repeated, 'Distraction, madness, fury! But, by the great God of Heaven--he shall not be a _father to my boy_!' The agitation of his spirits rendered him almost unintelligible: Lord Munster could only understand that he intended to set out directly--he therefore dissuaded him from it--telling him, that if he refused staying that day (on which he meant to mark his respect to Lady Darnley) that he must renounce his friendship for ever! 'My Lord, returned he, I honor, I love you; your virtues demand the first, your amiable engaging qualities the last; but were you God instead of man you should not detain me!--A few hours may render her the wife of the happy Ogilby! There is damnation in that thought!'--As Lord Munster had contrived an agreeable surprise to Sir Henry--and Miss Harris and her child were actually arrived, and concealed at Mr Burt's, who had taken a separate house, for retirement,--it was necessary he should detain him; and as he had forgot to ask where there scene represented _was_, he availed himself of that circumstance, saying, 'Since, Sir, I cannot command your _complaisance_, I may at least enforce your _obedience_, for you know not _where_ to go, without I tell you--and my lips shall be sealed up _for ever_, unless you pass this night here--If in the morning you choose to set off, I will instruct you in every particular.' In the time Lord Munster was enjoying Sir Harry's happiness--some of his friends were equally engaged for him. The Countess de Sons and Julia, the Marquis de Villeroy, Mr Villars, and Mr Worthy, came to London before the masquerade--Mr Villars wrote to Lord Darnley, acquainting him privately with their arrival, and it was agreed in return they should all make their appearance on that occasion. This entertainment was executed equal to the munificence and taste of Lord Munster--and as it was given entirely in honor of Lady Darnley, the principal objects in his arrangements had a reference to her. Never was parental affection more fondly evinced, never was filial gratitude more entire.--It has been already observed, that nothing was ever more elegantly planned than Munster Village, the farm adjoining, and the pleasure-grounds which lead to the house: in the farm you wandered from variety to variety; buildings of great utility and much fancy, groves inspiring different sensations, from the lucid summits that wake the mind to gaiety, to the dark brown or _clair obscure_ of trees crowding their branches together in the vale, which possess the soul with home-felt contemplation.