She is with my cousins. She
expects my permission for coming up to me. Imagine us weeping over each
other; praying for, blessing the guardian of us both. Your imagination
cannot form a scene too tender.
Adieu, my Lucy.
LETTER XXVIII
MISS BYRON.--IN CONTINUATION
SUNDAY, APRIL 16.
O, what a blank, my dear!--but I need not say what I was going to say.
Poor Emily!--But, to mention her grief, is to paint my own.
Lord W---- went to Windsor yesterday.
A very odd behaviour of Lady Olivia. Mr. Beauchamp went yesterday, and
offered to attend her to any of the public places, at her pleasure; in
pursuance of Sir Charles's reference to him, to do all in his power to
make England agreeable to her: and she thought fit to tell him before her
aunt, that she thanked him for his civility; but she should not trouble
him during her stay in England. She had gentlemen in her train; and one
of them had been in England before--
He left her in disgust.
Lady L---- making her a visit in the evening, she told her of Mr.
Beauchamp's offer, and of her answer. The gentleman, said she, is a
polite and very agreeable man; and this made me treat his kind offer with
abruptness: for I can hardly doubt your brother's view in it. I scorn
his view: and if I were sure of it, perhaps I should find a way to make
him repent of the indignity. Lady L---- was sure, she said, that neither
her brother, nor Mr.
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