If an opportunity offers, I don't know, but I may ask Sir Charles, whether, in his conscience, he thinks, that, taking in every consideration, relating to time, expense, risques of life, health, morals, this part of the fashionable education of youth of condition is such an indispensable one, as some seem to suppose it? If Sir Charles Grandison give it not in favour of travelling, I believe it will be concluded, that six parts out of eight of the little masters who are sent abroad for improvement, might as well be kept at home; if, especially, they would be orderly, and let their fathers and mothers know what to do with them. O, my uncle! I am afraid of you: but spare the poor girl: she acknowledges her petulance, her presumption. The occasion you know, and will pity her for it! However, neither petulance nor presumption shall make her declare as her sentiments what really are not so, in her unprejudiced hours; and she hopes to have her heart always open to conviction. For the present, Adieu, my Lucy. P.S. Dr. Bartlett tells me, that Mr. Beauchamp is at Calais, waiting the pleasure of his father; and that Sir Harry has sent express for him, as at his lady's motion. LETTER X MISS BYRON.--IN CONTINUATION TUESDAY, APRIL 4. Sir Charles Grandison came to town last night. He was so polite as to send to inquire after my health; and to let Mr. Reeves know, that he would do himself the honour, as he called it, of breakfasting with him this morning. Very ceremonious either for his own sake or for mine-- Perhaps for both. So I am in expectation of seeing within this half-hour, the noble Clementina's future--Ah Lucy! The compliment, you see, is to Mr. Reeves--Shall I stay above, and see if he will ask for me? He owes me something for the emotion he gave me in Lord L----'s library. Very little of him since have I seen. 'Honour forbids me,' said he, then: 'Yet honour bids me.--But I cannot be ungenerous, selfish.'--These words are still in my ear.--What could he mean by them?--Honour forbids me--What! to explain himself? He had been telling me a tender tale: he had ended it. What did honour forbid him to do?--Yet honour bids me! Why then did he not follow the dictates of honour? But I cannot be unjust:--To Clementina he means. Who wished him to be so?--Unjust! I hope not. It is a diminution to your glory, Sir Charles Grandison, to have the word unjust, in this way of speaking, in your thoughts! As if a good man had lain under a temptation to be unjust; and had but just recollected himself.