f this opinion, at least. Had Sir
Charles been a Rinaldo, Olivia had been an Armida.

O that I could hope, for the honour of the sex, and of the lady who is so
fine a woman, that the Italian world is mistaken!--I will presume that it
is.

My good Dr. Bartlett, will you allow me to accuse you of a virtue too
rigorous? That is sometimes the fault of very good people. You own that
Sir Charles has not, even to you, revealed a secret so disgraceful to
her. You own, that he has only blamed her for having too little regard
for her reputation, and for the violence of her temper: yet how
patiently, for one of such a temper, has she taken his departure, almost
on the day of her arrival! He could not have given her an opportunity to
indicate to him a concession so criminal: she could not, if he had, have
made the overture. Wicked, wicked world! I will not believe you! And
the less credit shall you have with me, Italian world, as I have seen the
lady. The innocent heart will be a charitable one. Lady Olivia is only
too intrepid. Prosperity, as Sir Charles observed, has been a snare to
her, and set her above a proper regard to her reputation.--Merciless
world! I do not love you. Dear Dr. Bartlett, you are not yet absolutely
perfect! These hints of yours against Olivia, gathered from the
malevolence of the envious, are proofs (the first indeed that I have met
with) of your imperfection!

Excuse me, Lucy: how have I run on! Disappointment has mortified me, and
made me good-natured.--I will welcome adversity, if it enlarge my
charity.

The doctor tells me, that Emily, with her half-broken heart, will be here
presently. If I can be of comfort to her--But I want it myself, from the
same cause. We shall only weep over each other.

As I told you, the doctor, and the doctor only, knew of his setting out
so early. He took leave of him. Happy Dr. Bartlett!--Yet I see by his
eyes, that this parting cost him some paternal tears.

Never father better loved a son than this good man loves Sir Charles
Grandison.

Sir Charles, it seems, had settled all his affairs three days before.
His servants were appointed.

The doctor tells me, that he had last week presented the elder Mr. Oldham
with a pair of colours, which he had purchased for him. Nobody had heard
of this.

Lord W----, he says, is preparing for Windsor; Mr. Beauchamp for
Hampshire, for a few days; and then he returns to attend the commands of
the noble Italians.

Lady Olivia w