Park, which place I have frequented most warm days. Once I fancied I
met you; I gave a sort of a fluttering start, and surprised my
company; but presently recollected you would not deceive me by
appearing in a grey, instead of a whitish coat; besides the cane was
wanting, otherwise I might have supposed you in mourning."

Could anything exceed this touch about "a grey, instead of a whitish
coat," except the finishing one of the "mole upon your left cheek?"

"To be sure on the Saturday you mention, I was dressing for court, as
you supposed, and have never been in the Park upon a Sunday; but you
cannot be sure that I have not seen you. How came I to know that you
have a mole upon your left cheek? But not to make myself appear more
knowing than I am, I'll tell you, Sir, that I have only seen you in
effigy, in company with your Clarissa at Mr. Highmore's, where I
design making you another visit shortly."

All this and much more is followed by a most tantalizing and puzzling
P.S. to poor Richardson. His fair, or rather "brown as an oak-wainscot,
with a good deal-of-country-red in her cheeks" correspondent, requests
him "to direct only to C. L., and enclose it to Miss J., to be left at
Mrs. G.'s" etc. etc., previously observing that, "whenever there happens
to be a fine Saturday I shall look for you in the Park, that being the
day on which I suppose you are called that way."

Roused into desperation, Richardson on the 2nd February writes to Mrs.
Belfour as follows:--

"What pains does my unkind correspondent take to conceal herself!
Loveless thought himself at liberty to change names without Act of
Parliament. I wish, madam, that Lovelace--'A sad dog,' said a
certain lady once, 'why was he made so wicked, yet so agreeable?'

"Disappointed and chagrined as I was on Friday night with the return
of my letter, directed to Miss J---, rejected and refused to be taken
in at Mrs. G---'s, and with my servant's bringing me word that the
little book I sent on Thursday night, with a note in it, was also
rejected; and the porter (whom I have never since seen or heard of,
nor of the book) dismissed with an assurance that he must be wrong;
my servant being sent from one Mrs. G--- to another Mrs. G--- at
Millbank; yet I resolved to try my fortune on Saturday in the Park in
my way to North End. The day indeed, thought I, is not promi