Twelve o'clock
Upon the whole , with at least as good a native right to charm as any women on the face of the globe , the English have found the happy secret of pleasing less . Is my Emily arrived ? I can say nothing else . Twelve o'clock . I am the happiest woman in the creation : papa has just told me , we are to go home in six or seven weeks . Not but this is a divine country , and our farm a terrestrial paradise ; but we have lived in it almost a year , and one grows tired of every thing in time , you know , Temple . I shall see my Emily , and flirt with Rivers ; to say nothing of you and my little Lucy .