—printing and publishing England—there was always a something afloat on which one wished to form a judgment, or communicate one. My companion was a worthy and sensible woman, but she neither read, nor approved of reading; and, considering my situation as a young and handsome woman even more critical than it was, actually dreaded my sending for a poem or a novel to the circulating library, lest it might attract attention, and involve me in trouble. I now repented that I had adopted a false name, and almost determined, at times, to address Lady Osmond, to whom I was sincerely attached, but a fear of giving offence prevented me. At length, however, I did venture to address a letter to Mr. Glentworth, the brother of my father, humbly imploring him to see me before I returned to my husband, and entreating to know whether my brother was likely to visit England before my return to Calcutta, or if I might be able to visit him on the continent.

"I have still his answer, which ran thus:

"'Madam—If, under any pretence whatever, Francis Glentworth either speaks or writes to you, I shall immediately disinherit him; and if you dare to intrude upon me, I shall appeal to the law to escape intrusion from you.
⁠"'Edward Glentworth.'

"From that time I sought only to quit the country,