But what was our consternation at finding her not arrived, and that Lady Betty (to whose house we thought she might have been carried) had not either seen or heard of her! I had half a suspicion of Sir Hargrave, as well from the character given us of him by a friend, as because of his impolite behaviour to the dear creature on her rejecting him; and sent to his house in Cavendish Square to know if he were at home: and if he were, at what time he returned from the ball. Answer was brought that he was in bed, and they supposed would not be stirring till dinner-time; and that he returned from the ball between four and five this morning. * * * * * O, my dear Mr. Selby! We _have_ tidings! The dear creature is living and in honourable hands. Read the enclosed letter, directed to me. "Sir,--Miss Byron is in safe hands. She has been cruelly treated, and was many hours speechless. But don't frighten yourselves; her fits, though not less frequent, are weaker and weaker. The bearer will acquaint you who my brother is; to whom you owe the preservation and safety of the loveliest woman in England, and he will direct you to a house where you will be welcome, with your lady (for Miss Byron cannot be removed) to convince yourself that all possible care is taken of her by _your humble servant_, "CHARLOTTE GRANDISON." What we learnt from the honest man who brought the letter is, briefly, as follows: His master is Sir Charles Grandison; a gentleman who has not been long in England. Sir Charles was going to town in his chariot and six when he met our distressed cousin. Sir Hargrave is the villain. Sir Charles had earnest business in town, and he proceeded thither, after he had rescued the dear creature and committed her to the care of his sister. God forever bless him! _VII.--Mr. Reeves to George Selby, Esq.: In Continuation_ _February_ 18. I am just returned from visiting my beloved cousin, who is still weak, but is more composed than she has hitherto been, the amiable lady, Miss Grandison tells me. Sir Charles Grandison is, indeed, a fine figure. He is the bloom of youth. I don't know that I have ever seen a handsomer or genteeler man. Well might his sister say that if he married he would break a score of hearts. I will relate all he said in the first person, as nearly in his own words as possible. "About two miles on this side Hounslow," said he, "I saw a chariot and six driving at a great rate. "The coachman seemed inclined to dispute the way with mine. This occasioned a few moments' stop to both. I ordered my coachman to break the way. I don't love to stand on trifles. My horses were fresh and I had not come far. "The curtain of the chariot we met was pulled down. I knew by the arms it was Sir Hargrave Pollexfen's. "There was in it a gentleman who immediately pulled up the canvas.