O my dearest Henrietta! How shall I express to you the tumult, the emotion of my heart! I have seen him – He has spoke to me – It was himself – He was at the masquerade – Yes, he – My Lord Ossory – Ah! tell me no more of seeing him, of hearing him – I am now certain I am unable to bear the presence of that – I know not what name to give him. Could any thing be more daring, or more imprudent? To expose me thus – I think I hate him – I wish, notwithstanding, I had possessed more power over myself – I wish I had heard him. What is then this unknown emotion which drags me with irresistible force, and compells me to act contrary to my will? I must go from hence; I must return to London – It is not from obstinacy, but from necessity, from weakness, I fly Lord Ossory. I must resolve to avoid him, since I am not able to see him with any degree of tranquility.

The day was already far advanced, when fatigued with dancing, and weary of the ball, I went to take the air on the terrace, which joins to the pavilion. A mask in a black domino, who had followed me above an hour, came and seated himself by my side. In a place so spacious, and where it was apparent I sought only solitude, I thought it a little extraordinary he should chuse the very seat on which I had placed myself, merely to be troublesome; but judge of my surprise, when seizing one of my hands, and pressing it between his, he said, in a faltering and passionate tone, does Lady Catesby then still delight in making others happy? I was told that species of pleasure had no longer any charms for her.