_V.--Miss Byron: In Continuation_ Next morning, after breakfast, Sir Hargrave again called, and renewed his addresses, making vehement professions of love, and offering me large settlements. To all of which I answered as before; and when he insisted upon my reasons for refusing him, I frankly told him that I had not the opinion of his morals that I must have of those of the man to whom I gave my hand in marriage. "Of my _morals_, madam!" (and his colour went and came). "My _morals_, madam!" He arose from his seat and walked about the room muttering. "You have no opinion of my morals? By heaven, madam! But I will bear it all--yet, 'No opinion of my morals!' I cannot bear that." He then clenched his fist, and held it up to his head; and, snatching up his hat, bowed to the ground, his face crimsoned over, and he withdrew. Mr. Reeves attended him to the door. "Not like my morals!" said he. "I have _enemies_, Mr. Reeves. Miss Byron treats politely everybody but me, sir. Her scorn may be repaid--would to God I could say, with scorn, Mr. Reeves! Adieu!" And into his chariot he stept, pulling up the glasses with violence; and rearing up his head to the top of it, as he sat swelling. And away it drove. A fine husband for your Harriet would this half madman make! Drawn in by his professions of love, and by £8,000 a year, I might have married him; and when too late found myself miserable, yoked with a tyrant and madman for the remainder of my life. _VI.--Mr. Reeves to George Selby, Esq._ _Friday, February 17_. No one, at present, but yourself, must see the contents of what I am going to write. You must not be too much surprised. But how shall I tell you the news; the dreadful news! O, my cousin Selby! We know not what has become of our dearest Miss Byron. We were last night at the masked ball in the Hay-market. Between two and three we all agreed to go home. The dear creature was fatigued with the notice everybody took of her. Everybody admired her. I waited on her to her chair, and saw her in it, before I attended Lady Betty and my wife to theirs. I saw that neither the chair, nor the chairmen were those who brought her. I asked the meaning and was told that the chairmen we had engaged had been inveigled away to drink somewhere. She hurried into it because of her dress, and being warm; no less than four gentlemen followed her to the very chair. I ordered Wilson, my, cousin's servant, to bid the chairmen stop, when they had got out of the crowd till Lady Betty's chair and mine, and my wife's joined them. I saw her chair move, and Wilson, with his lighted flambeaux, before it, and the four masks who followed her to the chair return into the house. When our servants could not find that her chair had stopped, we supposed that, in the hurry, the fellow heard not my orders; and directed our chairmen to proceed, not doubting but that we should find her got home before us.