"I am," said I, in a tone of the most modest hesitation, "afraid, Sir Godfrey, to sit to you. I shall be discontented with my looking-glass for the rest of my life."
"Mine Gott!" exclaimed he, "your ladyship has a genius for de fine arts—you taste, you feel dem. But do not be afraid—you shall only look your best; your picture vill teach you de duty you owe to yourself—you must try to look like it."
I thanked him for the glorious ambition which he thus set before me: and we took our leave, saying a profusion of fine things to each other.
You see, my dear uncle, I write to you in the most merciless manner: I spare you nothing that happens to me. At least, details only kept in mind for your sake will show my dearest, kindest uncle, how affectionately he is remembered by his
Grateful and devoted
Henrietta.
P.S. Lord Marchmont, whenever he sees
