d G---- said, she, approaching him, in a low voice, I shall be jealous
of your conversations with Miss Byron.

Would to heaven, my dearest life! snatching at her withdrawn hand,
that--

I were half as good as Miss Byron: I understand you: but time and
patience, sir; nodding to him, and passing him.

Admirable creature! said he, how I adore her!

I hinted to her afterwards, his fear of her despising him. Harriet,
answered she, with a serious air, I will do my duty by him. I will abhor
my own heart, if I ever find in it the shadow of a regard for any man in
the world, inconsistent with that which he has a right to expect from me.

I was pleased with her. And found an opportunity to communicate what she
said, in confidence, to my lord; and had his blessings for it.

But now for some account of Lady Olivia. With which I will begin a new
letter.

LETTER XXV

MISS BYRON.--IN CONTINUATION

Sir Charles returned with the ladies. He presented to Lady Olivia and
her aunt, Lady G----, Lord L----, and Lord W----. I was in another
apartment talking with Dr. Bartlett. Lady Olivia asked for the doctor.
He left me to pay his respects to her.

Sir Charles being informed, that I was in the house, told Lady Olivia,
that he hoped he should have the honour of presenting to her one of our
English beauties; desiring Lady G---- to request my company.

Lady G---- came to me--A lovely woman, I assure you, Harriet; let me lead
you to her.

Sir Charles met me at the entrance of the drawing-room: Excuse me, madam,
said he, taking my hand, with profound respect, and allow me to introduce
to a very amiable Italian lady, one who does so much honour to Britain.--
Miss Byron, madam, addressing himself to her, salutes you. The
advantages of person are her least perfection.

Her face glowed. Miss Byron, said she, in French, is all loveliness. A
relation, sir? in Italian.

He bowed; but answered not her question.

I would sooner forgive you here, whispered Lady Olivia to Sir Charles, in
Italian, looking at me, than at Bologna.

I heard her; and by my confusion shewed that I understood her. She was
in confusion too.

Mademoiselle, said she, in French, understands Italian.--I am ashamed,
monsieur.

Miss Byron does, answered Sir Charles; and French too.

I must have the honour, said she in French, to be better known to you,
mademoiselle.

I answered her as politely as I could in the same language.

Lady OLIVIA is really a love