it. But what a pother I am making about my harmless gossip!
When Braddock quarrelled over cards with his friend, and swords were drawn, Gumley (you know, Lord Pulteney married his sister) cried out: "Braddock, you are a penniless dog. If you kill me you have no money, and you will have to run away." So with that he tossed him his purse. Braddock was in such a rage that Gumley easily disarmed him, but he would not ask his life.
As we rode on I said it seemed to me to
show that our general was foolishly obstinate,
and that I liked the other man better,
but neither very much.
His lordship said: "Yes, yes; it is a wild and a silly life. The woman is heartless, but what she says may serve to put you on your guard. These people think London the only part of the world worth a thought. The other letter is of more moment. It is from Colonel Conway. I have inked over these names; they do not matter. He is of another clay."
London.
My dear Lord: My nephew, Mr. Henry Wilton, carries this letter to you, and any kind attention you may feel disposed to pay him will oblige me.
