O!--And remember, Harriet, that you get somebody to call upon him to
sing--You shall play--I believe I shall forget, in that only agreeable
moment of the day, (for you have a sweet finger, my love,) that I am the
principal fool in the play of the evening.
O, Harriet,--how can I, in the circumstances I am in, write any more
about these soft souls, and silly? Come to me by day-dawn, and leave me
not till--I don't know when. Come, and take my part, my dear: I shall
hate this man: he does nothing but hop, skip, and dance about me, grin
and make mouths; and every body upholds him in it.
Must this (I hope not!) be the last time that I write myself to you
CHARLOTTE GRANDISON?
LETTER XVII
MISS BYRON, TO MISS SELBY
ST. JAMES'S-SQUARE, FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 7.
Sir Charles Grandison set out early this morning for Lord W----'s, in his
way to Lady Mansfield's. I am here with this whimsical Charlotte.
Lady L----, Miss Jervois, myself, and every female of the family, or who
do business for both sisters out of it, are busy in some way or other,
preparatory to the approaching Tuesday.
Miss Grandison is the only idle person. I tell her, she is affectedly
so.
The earl has presented her, in his son's name, with some very rich
trinkets. Very valuable jewels are also bespoke by Lord G----, who takes
Lady L----'s advice in every thing; as one well read in the fashions.
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