way to this place, and just before the house.  ’Tis our Hyde Park, and every fine evening, anybody that wanted a mistress might be sure to find one there.  I have wondered often to meet my fair Lady Ruthin there alone; methinks it should be dangerous for an heir.  I could find in my heart to steal her away myself, but it should be rather for her person than her fortune.  My brother says not a word of you, nor your service, nor do I expect he should; if I could forget you, he would not help my memory.  You would laugh, sure, if I could tell you how many servants he has offered me since he came down; but one above all the rest I think he is in love with himself, and may marry him too if he pleases, I shall not hinder him.  ’Tis one Talbot, the finest gentleman he has seen this seven years; but the mischief on’t is he has not above fifteen or sixteen hundred pound a year, though he swears he begins to think one might bate L500 a year for such a husband.  I tell him I am glad to hear it; and if I was as much taken (as he) with Mr. Talbot, I should not be less gallant; but I doubted the first extremely.  I have spleen enough to carry me to Epsom this summer; but yet I think I shall not go.  If I make one journey, I must make more, for then I have no excuse.  Rather than be obliged to that, I’ll make none.  You have so often reproached me with the loss of your liberty, that to make you some amends I am contented to be your prisoner this summer; but you shall do one favour for me into the bargain.  When your father goes into Ireland, lay your commands upon some of his servants to get you an Irish greyhound.  I have one that was the General’s; but ’tis a bitch, and those are always much less than the dogs.  I got it in the time of my favour there, and it was all they had.  Henry Cromwell undertook to write to his brother Fleetwood for another for me; but I have lost my hopes there.  Whomsoever it is that you employ, he will need no other instructions but to get the biggest he can meet with; ’tis all the beauty of those dogs, or of any kind, I think.  A masty [mastif] is handsomer to me than the most exact little dog that ever lady played withal.  You will not offer to take it ill that I employ you in such a commission, since I have told you that the General’s son did not refuse it; but I shall take it ill if you do not take the same freedom with me whensoever I am capable of serving you.  The town must needs be unpleasant now, and, methinks, you might contrive some way of having your letters sent to you without giving yourself the trouble of coming to town for them when you have no other business; you must pardon me if I think they cannot be worth it.