On the same day that I received your last kind letter, Matilda
received one from Sir George which was dated from Edinburgh, and
informed us that he should do himself the pleasure of introducing
Lady Lesley to us on the following evening. This as you may
suppose considerably surprised us, particularly as your account
of her Ladyship had given us reason to imagine there was little
chance of her visiting Scotland at a time that London must be so
gay. As it was our business however to be delighted at such a
mark of condescension as a visit from Sir George and Lady Lesley,
we prepared to return them an answer expressive of the happiness
we enjoyed in expectation of such a Blessing, when luckily
recollecting that as they were to reach the Castle the next
Evening, it would be impossible for my father to receive it
before he left Edinburgh, we contented ourselves with leaving
them to suppose that we were as happy as we ought to be. At nine
in the Evening on the following day, they came, accompanied by
one of Lady Lesleys brothers. Her Ladyship perfectly answers the
description you sent me of her, except that I do not think her so
pretty as you seem to consider her. She has not a bad face, but
there is something so extremely unmajestic in her little
diminutive figure, as to render her in comparison with the
elegant height of Matilda and Myself, an insignificant Dwarf.
Her curiosity to see us (which must have been great to bring her
more than four hundred miles) being now perfectly gratified, she
already begins to mention their return to town, and has desired
us to accompany her. We cannot refuse her request since it is
seconded by the commands of our Father, and thirded by the
entreaties of Mr. Fitzgerald who is certainly one of the most
pleasing young Men, I ever beheld. It is not yet determined when
we are to go, but when ever we do we shall certainly take our