et ready your marriage settlements, do you hear, till you have
seen my will, which I shall sign at--what's the name of your place?
Write it down there; there's pen and ink; and leave me, for the twinge
is coming, and I shall roar.'

'Will you permit me, sir, to leave my own servant with you to take care
of you? I can answer for his attention and fidelity.'

'Let me see his face, and I'll tell you.' Lord Colambre's servant was
summoned.

'Yes, I like his face. God bless you!--Leave me.'

Lord Colambre gave his servant a charge to bear with Mr. Reynolds's
rough manner and temper, and to pay the poor old gentleman every
possible attention. Then our hero proceeded with his father on his
journey, and on this journey nothing happened worthy of note. On his
first perusal of the letter from Grace, Lord Colambre had feared that
she would have left Buxton with Lady Berryl before he could reach it;
but, upon recollection, he hoped that the few lines he had written,
addressed to his mother AND Miss Nugent, with the assurance that he
should be with them on Wednesday, would be sufficient to show her that
some great change had happened, and consequently sufficient to
prevent her from quitting her aunt, till she could know whether such a
separation would be necessary. He argued wisely, more wisely than Grace
had reasoned; for, notwithstanding this note, she would have left Buxton
before his arrival, but for Lady Berryl's strength of mind, and positive
determination not to set out with her till Lord Colambre should arrive
to explain. In the interval, poor Grace was, indeed, in an anxious state
of suspense; and her uncertainty, whether she was doing right or wrong,
by staying to see Lord Colambre, tormented her most.

'My dear, you cannot help yourself; be quiet,' said Lady Berryl; 'I will
take the whole upon my conscience; and I hope my conscience may never
have anything worse to answer for.'

Grace was the first person who, from her window, saw Lord Colambre,
the instant the carriage drove to the door. She ran to her friend Lady
Berryl's apartment--'He is come!--Now, take me away!'

'Not yet, my sweet friend! Lie down upon this sofa, if you please; and
keep yourself tranquil, whilst I go and see what you ought to do; and
depend upon me for a true friend, in whose mind, as in your own, duty is
the first object.'

'I depend on you entirely,' said Grace, sinking down on the sofa; 'and
you see I obey you!'

'Many thanks to you f