And she threw her arms about me; Dear creature, aid she, you vmst be Lady Grandison

Must! said MissGrandison: she shall.

Miss Grandison talked to L^dy L. of its being likely that her brother would go to Bologna: of a visit he is soon to make to Grandison-hall; and she to go with him: of his going to Paris, in order to settle some matters relating to the will of his late friend Mr. Danby

Well, Lucy, my time in town is hastening to its period. Why am I not reminded, that my three allotted months are near expired? Will you receive the poor girl, who perhaps will not be able to carry down with her the heart she brought up? And yet, to go down to such dear friends without it, what an ungrateful sound has that!

Miss Grandison began to talk of other subjects relating to her brother, and that greatly to his praise. I could have heard all she had to say with infinite pleasure. I do love to hear him praised.

But, as I doubted not but these subjects arose from the letter so surreptitiously obtained, I restrained myself, and withdrew.

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Of what a happy temper is Miss Grandison! She was much affected with the scene that passed between us; but all is over with her already. One lesson upon hei harpsichord sets every-lhing right with her. She has been railiying Lord L with as much life and spirit, as if she had done nothing to be vexed at. Had I been induced by her to read the letter which she got at dishonestly, as she owned, what a poor figure should I have made in my own eyes, for a month to come!

But did she not as soon overcome the mortification given her by her brother, on the detection of Captain Anderson’s affair? How unmercifully did she railly me, within a few hours after! Vet, she has fine quahties. One cannot help loving her I do love her. But is it not a weakness to look M-ith-out abatement of affection on those faults in one person which we should hold utterly inexcusable in another? In Miss Grandison’s case, however, don’t say it is, Lucy. O what a partiality! Yet she has within these few minutes owned, that she thought the step she had taken a faulty one, before she came to me with the letter; and hoped to induce me to countenance her in what she had done.

I called her a little Satan on this occasion. But, after all, what if the dear Charlotte’s curiosity wa more for my sake than her own? No motive of friendship, you will say, can justify a wrong action Why no, Lucy: that is very true; but if you knew Miss Grandison, you would love her dearly.

Letter II.

Sir Charles Grandison to Dr. Bartlett.

[JTie letter which Miss Byron refused to read, or hear read.”]