you may captivate some rural squire, and then you may live according to your own taste, you know.

Miss Rich. I'll tell her at once to punish her for her cruelty. [Aside.] Perhaps, sister, I may have it in my power to do so without captivating a rural 'squire

Mrs. Knight. I am glad to hear it; but we won't talk of your visionary schemes at present. I won't let her explain herself.

Miss Rich. There is a gentleman, sister

[Aside.

Mrs. Knight. Well, well, keep him to yourself; I'll hear none of your love-secrets.

Enter a Servant, and delivers a Note to Mrs. KNIGHTLY.

Serv. From my Lord Medway, madam; the servant waits for an answer.

Miss Rich. Lord Medway what can this mean?

[Aside. Mrs. Knight. My compliments to his lordship, and shall be glad of the colonel's company. [Exit Serv.] You were going to say something of a gentleman, Clara, ha, ha, pray who is the gentleman ? But before you tell me your secret, I'll entitle myself to the favour by making you my confidant. I have made a conquest, you must know, of which this billet informs me.

Miss Rich. A conquest, sister! I thought this note had come from Lord Medway.

Mrs. Knight. Why, so it does, and the conquest is,

though not of Lord Medway, yet of one who, I hope, will be Lord Medway-I'll read you the note.

'MADAM,

'Tis sometimes as great a fault to be too modest as too bold; my son is charmed with you, yet durst < not tell you so. I told him that I would, and even went so far as to promise him a favourable reception. You see, madam, my credit as a man of sa< gacity is at stake on this occasion, and I am sure · you have too much goodness to let me forfeit it. I 'flatter myself you will allow Colonel Medway the 'honour of kissing your hand. He will wait on you ' in half an hour, if you do not forbid him.

'I am, madam, &c.

P. S. I hope you will be alone.'

'MEDWAY.

What do you say to this, Clara? Is your lover as pretty a fellow as Colonel Medway?

Miss Rich. Oh, sister, this is too much! but I give you joy.

Mrs. Knight. What's the matter, child! Why, surely, my dear Clara, thou couldst not have any design upon the colonel! Could you suppose that a man of family, like him, would marry without a fortune to support his rank and title?

Miss Rich. I am satisfied I was mistaken, madam, and shall now be obliged to you if you will send me into the country directly.

-" Mrs. Knight. Why, really, my dear, I think you

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“judge right. I am sorry you have been so impru. "dent as to suffer any little gallantries, with which "the colonel might have treated you, to take a se. "rious hold on you; but since it has happened so "unluckily, I own I think it will be rather aukward "for you to be in the house on the occasion; for, to "tell you the truth, I intend to marry him.

"Miss Rich. Then, sister, I will, if you please, "retire for the present to the house of my friend "who brought me up, till you are at leisure to dis66 pose of me otherwise."

Mrs. Knight. You are perfectly right, my dear; I am pleased at this mark of your discretion-We don't part in anger, Clara; I shall always be your sincere friend, I assure you.

Miss Rich. I hope so, sister-I will just go and give a few directions to the servant, and then come to take my leave of you.

Mrs. Knight. You will not then be long in giving your orders, for I suppose you would not choose to meet the colonel here. Besides, you find, he desires to see me alone.

Miss Rich. I shall not interrupt you.

[Exit.

Mrs. Knight. Poor Clara! I pity you, and am sorry

to build my happiness on the ruin of yours; but I'll make you amends. I see she loves, but 'tis plain she is not beloved. Perhaps 'tis really as I said, and he has won her affections by a few compliments, meant only in gaiete de cœur. I hope that may be the case; for, notwithstanding my tenderness for him, I have

delicacy enough to be unhappy, if I did not wholly possess his heart.

Enter Maid, and gives Mrs. KNIGHTLY a Letter. Why, this is for my sister!

Maid. Madam, you ordered they should all be brought to you. [Exit Maid. Mrs. Knight. Oh, I had forgot-It is of no great consequence now; but let us see who this is fromGeorge Medway! I am almost afraid to read it, but I will know the worst. [Reads.

Within this hour, my Clara, the faithless despi'cable man, who called himself your lover, will supplicate your sister for her hand, and with a heart long devoted, and never, never to be recalled from < you, offer mean, deceitful vows to her. (Heavens ! what's this!) I know not what I write, for despair dictates to my trembling hand. Hate me, despise 'me, I conjure, (I wish I could do so too.) yet hear "the reasons for this fatal change

Oh, this has given me an ague fit!

Enter Miss RICHLY.

Miss Rich. I am come now, sister, to bid you farewell. [Mrs. Knightly rushes out of the room.] Bless me, what can be the matter with my sister! she seems strangely agitated-she was reading a letterit was not that which she just now shewed to meWhat can it be? but I'll not intrude to ask her; I

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believe she can dispense with the ceremony of an adieu, and I can depart without one.

As she is going out, Colonel MEDWAY is shewn in by a Servant, both stop short, and look at each other.

Col. Med. I did not expect this, Clara! I thought you would have spared me the pangs of such a meeting.

Miss Rich. It was not designed, sir, believe me; yet, if you had vouchsafed to have given me but a little notice of this visit, it would have been but kind.

Col. Med. I thought my letter, distracted as it was, would at least have prevented an interview.

Miss Rich. What letter?

Col. Med. Did not you receive one from me within this half hour? It was the earliest notice I could give you.

Miss Rich. I received none; but now you mention it, I am afraid it has fallen into my sister's hands. Col. Med. If so, then, Clara, what a monster must appear to you? ignorant as you are of the motives of my strange conduct, which in that letter I explained at full.

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Miss Rich. Indeed I am but ill prepared for such a sudden shock-yet I am willing to believe you must have had strong reasons for what you have done.

Col. Med. Can the generosity of your heart admit it as an excuse for my leaving you, that it is to save