Graceful ease, conscious dignity, like that of my charmer, Oh! how hard to hit!
Both together now—
Charming!—That’s the air, Lady Betty!—That’s the cue, Cousin Charlotte, suited to the character of each!—But, once more, be sure to have a guard upon your eyes.
Never fear, Nephew!—
Never fear, Cousin.
A dram of Barbadoes each—
And now we are gone—
LETTER XI
MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ. AT MRS. SINCLAIR’S, MONDAY AFTERNOON.
All’s right, as heart can wish!—In spite of all objection—in spite of a reluctance next to faintings—in spite of all foresight, vigilance, suspicion—once more is the charmer of my soul in her old lodgings!