LETTERS OF JANE AUSTEN
Our first cousins seem all dropping off very
fast. One is incorporated into the family, another
dies, and a third goes into Staffordshire.
We can learn nothing of the disposal of the
other living. I have not the smallest notion of
Tulwar’s having it. Lord Craven has probably
other connections and more intimate ones, in that
line, than he now has with the Kintbury family.
Our ball on Thursday was a very poor one, only eight couple and but twenty-three people in the room; but it was not the ball’s fault, for we were deprived of two or three families by the sudden illness of Mr. Wither, who was seized that morning at Winchester with a return of his former alarming complaint. An express was sent off from thence to the family; Catherine and Miss Blackford were dining with Mrs. Kussell. Poor Catherine’s distress must have been very great. She was prevailed on to wait till the Heathcotes could come from Wintney, and then with those two and Harris proceeded directly to Winchester. In such a disorder his danger, I suppose, must always be great; but from this attack he is now rapidly recovering, and will be well enough to return to Many down, I fancy, in a few days.
It was a fine thing for conversation at the ball. But it deprived us not only of the Biggs, but of
Mrs. Russell too, and of the Boltons and John
