quarrel made up. All that vexes me on the
occasion is, that it was not made up with dignity on my lord's part.
His honest heart so overflowed with joy at his lips, that the naughty
creature, by her arch leers, every now and then, shewed, that she was
sensible of her consequence to his happiness. But, Lucy, don't let her
sink too low in your esteem: she has many fine qualities.

They prevailed on me to stay supper. Emily rejoiced in the
reconciliation: her heart was, as I may say, visible in her joy. Can I
love her better than I do? If I could, she would, every time I see her,
give me reason for it.

LETTER XXXIII

MISS BYRON.--IN CONTINUATION
WEDNESDAY NOON, APRIL 19.

It would puzzle you to guess at a visitor I had this morning.--Honest Mr.
Fowler. I was very glad to see him. He brought me a Letter from his
worthy uncle. Good Sir Rowland! I had a joy that I thought I should not
have had while I stayed in London, on its being put into my hand, though
the contents gave me sensible pain. I enclose it. It is dated from
Caermarthen. Be pleased to read it here.

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CAERMARTHEN, APRIL 11.

How shall I, in fit manner, inscribe my letter to the loveliest of women!
I don't mean because of your loveliness; but whether as daughter or not,
as you did me the honour to call yourself. Really, and truly, I must
say, that I had rather call you by another name, though a little more
remote as to consanguinity. Lord have mercy upon me, how have I talked
of you! How many of our fine Caermarthen girls have I filled with envy
of your peerless perfections!

Here am I settled to my heart's content, could I but obtain--You know
whom I mean.--A town of gentry: A fine country round us--A fine estate of
our own. Esteemed, nay, for that matter, beloved, by all our neighbours
and tenants. Who so happy as Rowland Meredith, if his poor boy could be
happy!--Ah, madam!--And can't it be so? I am afraid of asking. Yet I
understand, that, notwithstanding all the jack-a-dandies that have been
fluttering about you, you are what you were when I lest town. Some
whispers have gone out of a fine gentleman, indeed, who had a great
kindness for you; but yet that something was in the way between you. The
Lord bless and prosper my dear daughter, as I must then call you, and not
niece, if you have any kindness for him. And if as how you have, it
would be wonderfully gracious if you would but give half a hint of it to
my nephew, or if so be you