LETTER XVII.

Miss WARLEY to the same.

_From Mr. Jenkings's_.


Sent for before breakfast!--Nobody in the coach!--Well, I am glad of
that, however.--Something very extraordinary must have happen'd.--I hope
Lady Powis is not ill.--No other message but to desire I would come
immediately.--I go, my dear Lady; soon as I return will acquaint you
what has occasion'd me this _early_ summons.


Eight o'clock at Night.

No ill news! quite the reverse:--I am escaped from the house of
festivity to make your Ladyship a partaker.

My spirits are in a flutter.--I know not where to begin.--I have run
every step of the way, till I am quite out of breath.--Mr. Powis is
coming home,--absolutely coming home to settle;--married _too_, but I
cannot tell all at once.--Letters with an account of it have been this
morning receiv'd. He does not say _who_ his wife is, only one of the
best women in the world.

She will be received with affection;--I know she will.--Lady Powis
declares, they shall be folded together in her arms.