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Chapters (10)
  1. SIR CHARLES GRANDISON
  2. PREFACE.
  3. NAMES OF THE PRINCIPAL PERSONS.
  4. VOLUME I.
  5. VOLUME II.
  6. VOLUME III.
  7. VOLUME IV.
  8. VOLUME V.
  9. VOLUME VI.
  10. VOLUME VII.

The man, Mr. Orme, who loved Miss Byron, gave distinction to himself. Permit me to present her to you, and you to her, as dear friends; and allow me a third place in your friendship. You have a sister who justly claims a second. I dare engage for the dear creature, from what I know of her va-lue for Mr. Orme, that she will allow of this friend — ship, on the foot of his own merits, were my recommendation out of the (juestion.

O Sir Charles! you are, yo; ought to be, the man. And will you allow me on these terms to visit ijou, and visit lier? But, alas! I fear I cannot soon

At your own time, my dear Mr. Orme. At iNIr. Selby’s; at her house in London; in Hampshire; wherever she is, and whether 1 am present or ab-sent, Mr. Orme will be received as her brother and mij brother, as Jier friend and viij friend. b2

Good God! Good God! He gushed into tears. He ran into the house to hide his emotion; but in vain: Forgive me, said he, forgive me. Sir John! (who just then came in trom taking leave of his noble guest) but there is no bearing this man’s magnanimity! He is all I have heard of him. Hap-py, happy Miss Byron! No man but this could deserve her. But where is he? rising: I will ask his pardon for my abrupt departure from him.

He is gone, answereil Sir John. I saw him in his chariot! Good Mr. Orme! he called you, and sighed for you. Poor Mr. Orme declared, that he would wait upon Sir Charles, and tell himj how acceptable to his heart, and what balm to his mind, would be the tender he had the goodness to make him. Sister, said he, you were at the gate, as well as the young ladies; did he not hint, did he not say, that 5liss Byron spoke of me with tenderness?

I begin tofancy I am in a way to please you, Lady G.: of which, at taking up my pen, I had little hopes, and therefore intended not to take much pains about it. I am very saucy, you’ll say, per-haps.

In the afternoon, a letter was brought from Sir Kowland Meredith. My cousin intends to shew it to you in town. Such a mixture in it, of joy and sadness; of condolement and congratulation; 1 believe was never seen in one sheet of paper. It is dated from Windsor. The good man was there in his way to town; resolving to pay a visit to the tvon-derful man, as he calls him, of whom he had heard so great a character; and who was probably to be the husband of his daughter Byron; and there he heard (from Lord W.‘s domestics, I suppose) that Sir Charles was in Northamptonshire, and that the marriage was actually solemnized. He therefore intended to set out directly for Bath, where Mr.