the only way of shewing due respect to their virtues was a kind of self-immolation to their honour.
"This disposition unhappily is encouraged by my grandfather and aunt; they sympathise with him too much, either for him or themselves—setting him to spin yarns of poor Jack this, and Tom that, till we all weep together; if it were not for Lord Rotheles, I really should lose my senses; and he, poor man, is threatened with his old enemy, in such a manner, as to alarm the countess much. In fact, we want a young person amongst us dreadfully; will you, who wear your years so lightly, take pity on us; but, above all things, would you bring Georgiana? I have her uncle's sanction for pressing her to come, and the countess, who you know is prudish enough for any thing, declares she thinks it her duty—you know best how she is situated."
"She shall go; she must go," cried Mrs. Palmer; "or my own dear Frederic will be absolutely ruined amongst them! He is the last man in the world to live in an infirmary, for his judgment will continually yield to his sensibility. Lady Anne is no worse; in fact, her disorder has stood still some weeks. I will answer for her consent—the question is, how will you travel?"
"I shall be obliged to post it all the way, or
