"Dear Count, do not allow your conversation (usually so agreeable) to 'suffer a sea change,' for really I have not nerves for it, and you are certain I shall be very sufficiently troubled by that silly girl, Georgiana, who, I find, with an utter disregard of all etiquette, has seen Lord Meersbrook this morning, for two minutes, after which she ran up stairs, with eyes as red as a burning coal; a pretty object he must have thought her."
"I don't believe he look at her, save for the sympathy. I have meet him myself, and he is overwhelm with the solicitude, the anxiety."
"Solicitude!—anxiety! I thought he was come to tell her that his brother was really drowned. I am sure it would be the best thing that could happen to him. I can't conceive a more disagreeable thing than tossing about, night after night and day after day, without a morsel of warm victuals, or even dry clothes; all the while the headsman standing over the officers, and the hangman over the crew, ready to do execution, as it were, yet still delaying. Oh! it is terrible to think of. I am sure I hope he is out of his pain before now; but pray don't let us talk about him."
"I will say no more, but I must think for sake of Georgiana; but are you really well? has the native air make you strong?"
"Oh, yes, I am well, of course, but I shall not
