'Soon after, the old mamma hobbled to me,? and began a furious panegyric upon my Book,? saying at the same Time "I wonder, miss, how you could get at them low characters! ? as to the Lords and Ladies that?s no wonder at all, ? why as to t?other, ?why I have not stirred night nor morning while I?ve been reading it,? if I don?t wonder how you could be so clever! ? ... . . . you?ve writ the best and prettiest book? that Lord there, I forget his Name, that marries her at last, what a fine Gentleman he is! You deserve everything for Drawing such a Character, ? & then Miss Elena there? Miss Belmont as she is at last, ?what a Noble Couple of ?em you have put together! As to the t?other Lord, I was glad he had not her, for I see he had nothing but a bad design."