and how many white gloves at once addressed the line and their applause together to herself. No wonder that Lady Marchmont began to wonder whether paradise and London were not synonymous terms.
One morning, while
"Watching the dumb devotion of her glass,"
in came Lady Mary Wortley Montague, who caught both her hands, and cried, laughing,—"Yield yourself my prisoner—rescue or no rescue!"
"Why," replied Henrietta, "the fashion of wearing your ladyship's chains is too universal for me to resist it."
"There is a good child! and now come and do as I bid you. We have improvised the most charming party imaginable. The summer has come back by surprise. I own I wonder that June was not tired of us: still here is a day so sunny, that October does not know its own. The Duke of Wharton, Lord Hervey, and some two or three others, have designed a water-party in our honour. We are
