I cannot blame him: he is all that is noble and
good--I can say no more just now. The particulars you shall have from my
pen.
I went up stairs to write: and except for one half hour at dinner, and
another at tea, I stopt not till I had done.
And here, quite tired, uneasy, vexed with myself, yet hardly knowing why,
I lay down my pen.--Take what I have written, cousin Reeves: if you can
read it, do: and then dispatch it to my Lucy.
But, on second thoughts, I will shew it to the two ladies, and Lord
L----, before it is sent away. They will be curious to know what passed
in a conversation, where the critical circumstances both of us were in,
required a delicacy which I am not sure was so well observed on my side,
as on his.
I shall, I know, have their pity: but let nobody who pities not the noble
Clementina shew any for
HARRIET BYRON.
LETTER XII
MISS BYRON.--IN CONTINUATION
TUESDAY NIGHT, APRIL 4.
Miss Grandison came to me just as we had supped. She longed, she said,
to see me; but was prevented coming before, and desired to know what had
passed between her brother and me this morning. I gave her the letter,
which I had but a little while before concluded. He had owned, she said,
that he had breakfasted with me, and spoke of me to her, and Lord and
Lady L---- with an ardor, that gave them pleasure. She put my letter
into her bosom.
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