Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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have shewn my father, on the like tender occasion. He wept, as I have
said, till he quite roared again.--I laid his head on my shoulder, and it was some time before I would mention his son's name. Lord Darcey held one of Sir James's hands: he was in the room when I enter'd; but I declare I never saw him till he spoke. He is safe _now_,--after what happened yesterday,--safe from any imputation on _my_ account-- Very kind and very civil, upon my word! O! your Ladyship never heard such a fuss as he made about the scratch on my arm.--I affect to look pleased when he speaks to me, that he might not take it into his head I am mortified. He must be the happiest creature in the world; I honour him for the grateful affection he shews Sir James and Lady Powis. Breakfast stood on the table: not a soul had broke their fast.--Her Ladyship was here, there, and every where.--I was sadly afraid they would be all sick; at length I prevailed on them to drink a cup of chocolate.-- Mr. Watson, good man notwithstanding his indisposition, got up at eleven.--I met him coming from his apartment, and had the pleasure of leading him to the happy family.-- His congratulations were delivered with such serene joy,--such warmth of affection,--as if he had cull'd the heart-felt satisfaction of both _parents_. |
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