_VII.--Mr. Reeves to George Selby, Esq.: In Continuation_


_February_ 18. I am just returned from visiting my beloved cousin, who
is still weak, but is more composed than she has hitherto been, the
amiable lady, Miss Grandison tells me.

Sir Charles Grandison is, indeed, a fine figure. He is the bloom of
youth. I don't know that I have ever seen a handsomer or genteeler man.
Well might his sister say that if he married he would break a score of
hearts.

I will relate all he said in the first person, as nearly in his own
words as possible.

"About two miles on this side Hounslow," said he, "I saw a chariot and
six driving at a great rate.

"The coachman seemed inclined to dispute the way with mine. This
occasioned a few moments' stop to both. I ordered my coachman to break
the way. I don't love to stand on trifles. My horses were fresh and I
had not come far.

"The curtain of the chariot we met was pulled down. I knew by the arms
it was Sir Hargrave Pollexfen's.

"There was in it a gentleman who immediately pulled up the canvas.