I went in again, and throwing myself upon the window-seat, wept bitterly.
Shall I give you the particulars of a ridiculously-spiteful conversation that passed between my brother and me, in the time that he (with Betty) was in office to keep me in the parlour while my closet was searching!—But I think I will not. It can answer no good end.
I desired several times, while he staid, to have leave to retire to my apartment; but was denied. The search, I suppose, was not over.
Bella was one of those employed in it. They could not have a more diligent searcher. How happy it was they were disappointed!
But when my sister could not find the cunning creature's papers, I was to stand another visit from Mr. Solmes—preceded now by my aunt Hervey, solely against her will, I could see that; accompanied by my uncle Antony, in order to keep her steady, I suppose.
But being a little heavy (for it is now past two in the morning) I will lie down in my clothes, to indulge the kind summons, if it will be indulged.
THREE O'CLOCK, WEDNESDAY MORNING.
I could not sleep—Only dozed away one half-hour.
My aunt Hervey accosted me thus:—O my dear child, what troubles do you give to your parents, and to every body!—I wonder at you!
I am sorry for it, Madam.