ABSTRACT
Now for the visit to Hungerford-Castle’ 125 — a fine old place in a beautiful park, which excelled many parks of greater extent by the uncommon size of it’s venerable oaks. In the castle, which was sufficiently spacious to accommodate with ease and perfect comfort the troops of friends, which it’s owner’s beneficent character drew round her, there were apartments that usually bore the name of some of those persons, who were considered as the most intimate friends of the family. — The Percys were of this number. — They found their own rooms ready, the old servants of the house rejoicing to see them again, and eager in offering their services. Many things showed that they had been thought of, and expected; yet there was nothing / that could remind them, that any change had taken place in their fortune; no formal, or peculiar civilities from the mistress of the house, from her daughter, or nieces, — neither more, nor less attention than usual; but by every thing that marked old habits of intimacy and confidence, the Percys were, as if undesignedly and necessarily, distinguished from other guests. —
