drove.

A fine husband for your Harriet would this half madman make! Drawn in by
his professions of love, and by £8,000 a year, I might have married him;
and when too late found myself miserable, yoked with a tyrant and madman
for the remainder of my life.


_VI.--Mr. Reeves to George Selby, Esq._


_Friday, February 17_. No one, at present, but yourself, must see the
contents of what I am going to write.

You must not be too much surprised. But how shall I tell you the news;
the dreadful news!

O, my cousin Selby! We know not what has become of our dearest Miss
Byron.

We were last night at the masked ball in the Hay-market.

Between two and three we all agreed to go home. The dear creature was
fatigued with the notice everybody took of her. Everybody admired her.

I waited on her to her chair, and saw her in it, before I attended Lady
Betty and my wife to theirs.

I saw that neither the chair, nor the chairmen were those who brought
her. I asked the meaning and was told that the chairmen we had engaged