Charlotte, I hope, is happy. If she is not, it must be her own fault.
Let her know, that I will not allow, when my love to both sisters is
equal, that she shall give me cause to say that Lady L---- is my best
sister.
Lady Olivia gives me uneasiness. I am ashamed, my dear Dr. Bartlett,
that a woman of a rank so considerable, and who has some great qualities,
should lay herself under obligation to the compassion of a man who can
only pity her. When a woman gets over that delicacy, which is the test
or bulwark, as I may say, of modesty--Modesty itself may soon lie at the
mercy of an enemy.
Tell my Emily, that she is never out of my mind; and that, among the
other excellent examples she has before her, Miss Byron's must never be
out of hers.
Lord L---- and Lord G---- are in full possession of my brotherly love.
I shall not at present write to my Beauchamp. In writing to you, I write
to him.
You know all my heart. If in this, or my future letters, any thing
should fall from my pen, that would possibly in your opinion affect or
give uneasiness to any one I love and honour, were it to be communicated;
I depend upon your known and unquestionable discretion to keep it to
yourself.
I shall be glad you will enable yourself to inform me of the way Sir
Hargrave and his friends are in. They were very ill at Paris; and, it
was thought, too weak, and too much bruised, to be soon carried over to
England.
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