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Miss HARDCASTLE. Is he?
HARDCASTLE. Very generous.
Miss HARDCASTLE. I believe I shall like him.
HARDCASTLE. Young and brave.
Mifs HARDCASTLE. I'm sure I shall like him.
HARDCASTLE. And very handsome.
Miss HARDCASTLE. My dear papa, say no more, (kifing his hand) he's mine, I'll have him.
HARDCASTLE. And, to crown all, Kate, he's one of the moft bashful and reserved young fellows in all the world.
Miss HARDCASTLE. Eh! you have frozen me to death again. That word reserved, has undone all the rest of his accomplishments. A reserved lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband,
HARDCASTLE. On the contrary, modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues. It was the
feature in his character that first struck me.
Miss HARDCASTLE. He must have more striking features to catch me, I promise you. However, if he be so young, so handsome, and fo every thing, as you mention, I believe he'll do ftill, I think I'll have him.
HARDCASTLE. Aye, Kate, but there is till an obstacle. It's more than an even wager, he may not have you.
Miss HARDCASTLE. My dear papa, why will you mortify one fo?Well, if he refuses, instead of breaking my heart at his indifference, I'll only break my glass for its flattery. Set my cap to some newer fashion, and look out for some less difficult admirer,
HARDCASTLE, Bravely resolved ! In the mean time I'll go prepare the servants for his reception; as we seldom fee company, they want as much training as a company of recruits, the first day's mufter.
Mifs HARDCASTLE, fola. Lud, this news of papa's puts me all in a flutter. Young, handsome; these he put last ? but I put them foremost. Sensible, good-natured; I like all
But then reserved, and theepith, that's much againit him. Yet can't he be cured of his timidity, by being taught to be proud of his wife? Yes, and can't I-But I vow I'm disposing of the husband, before I have secur'd the lover.
Enter Miss NEVILLE.
Miss HARDCASTLE. I'm glad you're come, Neville, my dear. Tell me, Constance, how do I look this evening? Is there any thing whimsical about me? Is it one of my well looking days, child ? am I in face today?
Miss Neville. Perfectly, my dear. Yet now I look again-bless me!-- sure no accident has happened among the canary birds or the gold fishes. Has your brother or the cat been medling? or has the last novel been too moving?
Miss HARDCASTLE. No; nothing of all this. I have been threatened -I can scarce get it out-I have been threatened with a lover.
Miss Neville. As I live, the most intimate friend of Mr. Haftings, my admirer. They are never asunder. I
believe you must have seen him when we lived in town.
Miss HARDCASTLE. Never.
Miss Neville. He's a very singular character, I assure you. Among women of reputation and virtue, he is the modeftet man alive; but his acquaintance give him a very different character among creatures of another itamp: you understand me.
Miss HARDCASTLE. An odd character, indeed. I mall never be able to manage him. What Mall I do? Pshaw, think no more of him, but trust to occurrences for success. But how goes on your own affair, my dear? has my mother been courting you for my brother Tony, as usual ?
Mifs NEVILLE. I have just come from one of our agreeable têtea-têtes. She has been saying a hundred tender things, and setting off her pretty monster as the very pink of perfection,
Mifs HARDCASTLE. And her partiality is such, that she actually thinks him fo. A fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she has the sole management of it, I'm not surprized to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family.
Miss NEVILLE. A fortune like mine, which chicfy confifts in jewels, is no such mighty temptation. But at any rate if my dear Hastings be but constant, I make no doubt to be too hard for her at last. However, I let her suppose that I am in love with her son, and Me never once dreams that my affections are fixed upon another.
Miss HARDCASTLE. My good brother holds out stoutly. I could almost love him for hating you so.
Miss NEVILLE. It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and I'm sure would wish to see me married to any body but himself. But my aunt's bell rings for our afternoon's walk round the improvements. Allons ! Courage is necessary as our affairs are critical.
Miss HARDCASTLE, « Would it were bed time and all were well.”
Scene, an Ale-house Room. Several shabby fel
lows, with punch and tobacco. Tony at the