ABSTRACT
‘But my dear lady Di, indeed you should not let this affair prey so continually upon your spirits,’ said miss Burrage, in the condoling tone of an humble companion. — ‘You really have almost fretted yourself into a nervous fever. — I was in hopes, that change of air, and change of scene, would have done every thing for you, or I never would have consented to your leaving London; for you know your ladyship’s always better in London than any where else. — And I’m sure your ladyship has thought and talked of nothing but this sad affair since you came to Clifton.’
