We had several charming conversations. Sir Charles was extremely entertaining. So unassuming, so lively, so modest! It was also delightful to see the attention paid to him by the servants as they waited at table. They watched every look of his. I never saw love and reverence so agreeably min-gled in servants’ faces in my life. And his com mands were delivered to them with so much gentleness of voice and aspect, that one could not but conclude in favour of both, that they were the best of servants to the best of masters.

Mr. Grandison was very gallant in his speeches to me; but very uncivil with his eyes.

Lord L. said but little; but what he did say, deservedly gained attention.

E very-body reverenced Dr. Bartlett, and was at-tentive when he spoke; and would, I dare say, on his own account, had not the master of the house, by the regard he paid him, engaged every one’s ve-neration for him. Many of the questions which Sir Charles put to him, as if to inform himself, it was evident he could himself have answered: yet he put them with an air of teachableness, if I may so express myself; and received the doctor’s answers to them with as much satisfaction, as if he were then newly enlightened by them. Ah, my Lucy! you ima-gine, I dare say, that this admirable man lost nothing in my eyes, by this his polite condescension. Reserve, and a politeness that had dignity in it, shewed that the fine gentleman and the clergyman were not separated in Dr. Bartlett. Pity they should be in any of the function!

Sir Charles gave Lord G. an opportunity to shine, by leading the discourse into circumstances and details, which Lord G. could best recount. My lord has been a traveller. He is a connoisseur in anti-quities, and in those parts of nice knowledge, as I, a woman, call it, with which the Royal Society here, and the learned and polite of other nations, entertain themselves.

Lord G. appeared to advantage, as Sir Charles managed it, under the awful eye of Miss Grandi-son. Upon my word, Lucy, she makes very free with him. I whispered her, that she did A very Miss — Howe, said I. To a very Mr. Hickman, re-whispered she. But here’s the difference: I am not determined to have Lord G. Miss Howe yielded to her mother’s recommendation, and intended to marry Mr. Hickman, even when she used him worst. One time or other (archly continued she the whis-per, holding up her spread hand, and with a countenance of admiration) my Lord G. is to shew us his collection of butterflies, and other gaudy insects: Will you make one?