The Letters of Jane Austen: Selected from the compilation of her great nephew, Edward, Lord BradbourneAusten, Jane
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The Letters of Jane Austen: Selected from the compilation of her great nephew, Edward, Lord Bradbourne
Austen, Jane
Austen, Cassandra, 1773-1845; Austen, Jane, 1775-1817 -- Correspondence; Novelists, English -- 19th century -- Correspondence
Our acquaintance increase too fast. He was recognized lately by Admiral
Bertie, and a few days since arrived the Admiral and his daughter
Catherine to wait upon us. There was nothing to like or dislike in
either. To the Berties are to be added the Lances, with whose cards we
have been endowed, and whose visit Frank and I returned yesterday. They
live about a mile and three-quarters from S. to the right of the new
road to Portsmouth, and I believe their house is one of those which are
to be seen almost anywhere among the woods on the other side of the
Itchen. It is a handsome building, stands high, and in a very beautiful
situation.
We found only Mrs. Lance at home, and whether she boasts any offspring
besides a grand pianoforte did not appear. She was civil and chatty
enough, and offered to introduce us to some acquaintance in Southampton,
which we gratefully declined.
I suppose they must be acting by the orders of Mr. Lance of Netherton in
this civility, as there seems no other reason for their coming near us.
They will not come often, I dare say. They live in a handsome style and
are rich, and she seemed to like to be rich, and we gave her to
understand that we were far from being so; she will soon feel therefore
that we are not worth her acquaintance.
You must have heard from Martha by this time. We have had no accounts of
Kintbury since her letter to me.
Mrs. F. A. has had one fainting fit lately; it came on as usual after
eating a hearty dinner, but did not last long.
I can recollect nothing more to say. When my letter is gone, I suppose I
shall.
Yours affectionately, J. A.
I have just asked Caroline if I should send her love to her godmamma, to
which she answered "Yes."
Miss AUSTEN,
Godmersham Park, Faversham, Kent.
XXIII.
SOUTHAMPTON, February 8.
. . . OUR garden is putting in order by a man who bears a remarkably
good character, has a very fine complexion, and asks something less than
the first. The shrubs which border the gravel walk, he says, are only
sweetbrier and roses, and the latter of an indifferent sort; we mean to
get a few of a better kind, therefore, and at my own particular desire
he procures us some syringas. I could not do without a syringa, for the
sake of Cowper's line. We talk also of a laburnum. The border under the
terrace wall is clearing away to receive currants and gooseberry bushes,
and a spot is found very proper for raspberries.
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