LETTERS OF JANE AUSTEN
In talking of Mr. Deedes’ new house, Mrs.
Bramston told us one circumstance, which, that
we should be ignorant of it before, must make
Edward’s conscience fly into his face; she told
us that one of the sitting rooms at Sandling, an
oval room, with a bow at one end, has the very
remarkable and singular feature of a fireplace
with a window, the centre window of the bow,
exactly over the mantel-piece.
Sunday. — This morning’s unpromising aspect makes it absolutely necessary for me to observe once more how peculiarly fortunate you have been in your weather, and then I will drop the subject forever. Our improvements have advanced very well; the bank along the elm walk is sloped down for the reception of thorns and lilacs, and it is settled that the other side of the path is to continue turfed, and to be planted with beech, ash, and larch.
Monday. — I am glad I had no means of sending this yesterday, as I am now able to thank you for executing my commission so well. I like the gown very much, and my mother thinks it very ugly. I like the stockings also very much, and greatly prefer having two pair only of that quality to three of an inferior sort. The combs are very pretty, and I am much obliged to you for your present, but am sorry you should make
me so many. The pink shoes are not particu-
