Chapter 33

The Honourable George Molesworth to Richard Risby, Esq;

_Dover_.

Risby, I am lifted above myself!--I am overcome with surprise!--I am mad with joy!--Is it possible!--can it be!--But Lord Darcey's servant has swore it;--yes, he has swore, a letter directed in Miss Powis's _own_ hand, lay on the counter in a banker's shop where he went to change a bill: the direction was to Lady Mary Sutton:--he has put many for the same Lady into the post-office.--I _run_, I _ride_ or rather _fly_ to town.

You may jump, you may sing, but command your features before the family.--Should it be a mistake of John's, we kill them twice.

If I live to see the resurrection of our hopes, John shall be with you instantly.--On second thought, I will not dispatch this, unless we have a bless'd certainty.

Molesworth.