e a conquest of
his friend.
He is to be my cavalier this morning to Burleigh.
It has this moment struck me, that Rivers never introduced his
friend and me to each other, but as masks; I never thought of this
before: I suppose he forgot it in the hurry of the masquerade.
I do not even know this agreable stranger's name; I only found out
by his conversation he had served in the army.
There is no saying how beautiful Lucy looked last night; her dress
was rich, elegantly fancied, and particularly becoming to her graceful
form, which I never saw look so graceful before.
All who attempted to be fine figures, shrunk into nothing before her.
Lucy carries her head, you know, remarkably well; which, with the
advantage of her height, the perfect standard of women, her fine
proportion, the native dignity of her air, the majestic flow of her
robe, and the blaze of her diamonds, gave her a look of infinite
superiority; a superiority which some of the company seemed to feel in
a manner, which rather, I will own, gave me pain.
In a place consecrated to joy, I hate to see any thing like an
uneasy sensation; yet, whilst human passions are what they are, it is
difficult to avoid them.
There were four or five other sultanas, who seemed only the slaves
of her train.
In short,
"She look'd a goddess, and she mov'd a queen."
I was happy the unassuming simplicity of the character in which I
appeared, prevented comparisons which must have been extremely to my
disadvantage.
I was safe in my littleness, like a modest shrub by the side of a
cedar; and, being in so different a style, had the better chance to be
taken notice of, even where Lucy was.
She was radiant as the morning star, and even dazzlingly lovely.
Her complexion, for Temple would not suffer her to wear a mask at
all, had the vivid glow of youth and health, heightened by pleasure,
and the consciousness of universal admiration.
Her eyes had a fire which one could scarce look at.
Temple's vanity and tenderness were gratified to the utmost: he
drank eagerly the praises which envy itself could not have refused her.
My mother extremely became her character; and, when talking to
Rivers, gave me the idea of the Roman Aurelia, whose virtues she has
equalled.
He looked at her with a delight which rendered him a thousand times
more dear to me: she is really one of the most pleasing women that
ever existed.
I am called: we are just setting out for Bu
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