God bless you, my dear, as I love you!
The matter shall take its course. If my lord should happen to be a
single man some time hence (and, I can tell you, that your excellencies
will make our choice difficult): and if your mind, from any accident, or
from persuasion of friends, should then have received alteration; you may
still be happy in each other. I will therefore only thank you for that
openness of heart, which must set free the heart of my son--Had you had
the least lurking inclination to coquetry, and could have taken pride in
conquests, he might have been an undone man.--We will return to the
company--But spare him, my dear: you must not talk much. He will love
you, if you do, too fervently for his own peace. Try to be a little
awkward--I am afraid for him: indeed I am. O that you had never seen Sir
Charles Grandison!

I could not answer one word. She took my hand; and led me into the
company.

Had I been silent, when my lord directed his discourse to me, or answered
only No, or Yes, the Countess would have thought me very vain; and that
I ascribed to myself the consequence she so generously gave me, with
respect to my lord. I therefore behaved and answered unaffectedly; but
avoided such a promptness of speech, as would have looked like making
pretensions to knowledge and opinion, though some of my lord's questions
were apparently designed to engage me into freedom of discourse. The
countess observed me narrowly. She whispered to me, that she did; and
made me a very high compliment on my behaviour. How much, Lucy, do I
love and reverence her!

My lord was spoken too slightly of, by Miss Grandison, in a former
conversation. He is really a fine gentleman. Any woman who is not
engaged in her affections, may think herself very happy with him. His
conversation was easy and polite, and he said nothing that was low or
trifling. Indeed, Lucy, I think Mr. Greville and Mr. Fenwick are as
greatly inferior to Lord D----, as Lord D---- is to Sir Charles
Grandison.

At parting, he requested of me, to be allowed to repeat his visits.

My lord, said the countess, before I could answer, you must not expect a
mere stiff maiden answer from Miss Byron: she is above all vulgar forms.
She and her cousins have too much politeness, and, I will venture to say,
discernment, not to be glad of your acquaintance, as an acquaintance--
But, for the rest, you must look to your heart.

I shall be afraid, said he, turning to the countess