Can. I go-Ah, pauvre Mademoiselle! My lor, have pitie upon the poor pigeone! Lord O. Don't be ridiculous, you old monkey. [Smiles. Can. I am monkee, I am ole; but I have eye, I have ear, and a little understand, now and den. Lord O. Taisez-vous, bête! Can. Elle vous attend, my lor. She vil make a love to you. Lord O. Will she? Have at her then! A fine girl can't oblige me more-Egad, I find myself a little enjoué-Come along, Cant.! she is but in the next walk-but there is such a deal of this damned crinkum-crankum, as Sterling calls it, that one sees people for half an hour before one can get to them-Allons, Monsieur Canton, allons, done! [Exeunt, singing. SCENE III-Another part of the Garden. Enter LOVEWELL and FANNY. Love. My dear Fanny, I cannot bear your distress; it overcomes all my resolutions, and I am prepared for the discovery. Fan. But how can it be effected before my departure? Love. I'll tell you.-Lord Ogleby seems to entertain a visible partiality for you; and notwithstanding the peculiarities of his behaviour, I am sure that he is humane at the bottom. [Apart to LORD 0. Lord O. I'll knock you down, Cant. [Smiles. Can. Den I go [Shuffles along.]-You are mosh please, for all dat. [Aside. Erit. Fan. I shall sink with apprehension. [As de. Lord O. What a sweet girl!-she's a civilized being, and atones for the barbarism of the rest of the family. [Aside. Fan. My lord! I[Courtesies and blushes. Lord O. I look upon it, Madam, to be one of the luckiest circumstances of my life, that I have at this moment the honour of receiving your commands, and the satisfaction of coufirming with my tongue what my eyes perhaps have but too weakly expressed-that I am literally the humblest of your servants. Fan. I think myself greatly honoured by your lordship's partiality to me; but it dissituation, to apply to it for protection. tresses me that I am obliged, in my present Lord O. I am happy in your distress, Mashow my zeal.-Beauty to me is a religion in dam, because it gives me an opportunity to which I was born and bred a bigot, and would die a martyr.-I'm in tolerable spirits, faith! [Aside. Fan. There is not, perhaps, at this moment, fection, duty, hope, despair, and a thousand a more distressed creature than myself. Afdifferent sentiments, are struggling in my He is vain to an excess; but withal extremely good-natured, and would do any thing to recommend himself to a lady.-Do you open the whole affair of our marriage to him immedi-bosom; and even the presence of your lordately. It will come with more irresistible ship, to whom I have flown for protection, persuasion from you than from myself; and I adds to my perplexity. doubt not but you'll gain his friendship and Lord O. Does it, Madam?-Venus forbid! protection at once. His influence and author--My old fault; the devil's in me, I think, for ity will put an end to Sir John's solicitations, Take courage, Madam! dear Miss Fanny, perplexing young women. [Aside, and smiling.] remove your aunt's and sister's unkindness and suspicions, and, I hope, reconcile your explain.-You have a powerful advocate in father and the whole family to our marriage. my breast, I assure you-my heart, Madam: Fan. Heaven grant it! Where is my lord? -I am attached to you by all the laws of symLove. I have heard him and Canton, since pathy and delicacy.-By my honour, I am. dinner, singing French songs under the great mind-Sir John Melvil, my lord, by the most Fan. Then I will venture to unburthen my walnut-tree by the parlour door. If you meet with him in the garden, you may disclose the misplaced and mistimed declaration of affecwhole immediately. To-morrow morning is tion for me, has made me the unhappiest of fixed for your departure, and if we lose this opportunity, we may wish in vain for another. He approaches-I must retire.-Speak, my dear Fanny, speak, and make us happy! [Exit. Fan. What shall I do? What shall I say to him? I am all confusion. Enter LORD OGLEBY and CANTON. Lord O. To see so much beauty so solitary, Madam, is a satire upon mankind, and 'tis fortunate that one man has broke in upon your reverie, for the credit of our sex. I say one, Madam; for poor Canton here, from age and infirmities, stands for nothing. Can. Noting at all, indeed. Fan. Your lordship does me great honour. -I had a favour to request, my lord! Lord O. A favour, Madam?-To be honoured with your commands is an inexpressible favour done to me, Madam. Fan. If your lordship could indulge me with the honour of a moment's-What's the matter with me? [Aside. Lord O. The girl's confused-Hey !-here's something in the wind, faith-I'll have a têteà-tête with her. [Aside.]—Allez-vous en! [To CANTON. women. his addresses to you? Fan. He has, my lord, in the strongest terms. But I hope it is needless to say that my duty to my father, love to my sister, and regard to the whole family, as well as the great respect I entertain for your lordship, [Courtesies.] made me shudder at his addresses. Miss Fanny, proceed! Fun. In a moment-give me leave, my lord! -But if what I have to disclose should be received with anger or displeasure Lord O. Impossible, by all the tender powers! Speak, I beseech you, or I shall divine the cause before you utter it. Fan. Then, my lord, Sir John's addresses are not only shocking to me in themselves, but are more particularly disagreeable to me at this time-as-as[Hesitates. Lord O. As what, Madam? Fan. As-pardon my confusion-I am entirely devoted to another. Lord O. If this is not plain, the devil's in it. [Aside.] But tell me, my dear Miss Fanny, for I must know; tell me the how, the when, and the where-Tell me Re-enter CANTON, hastily. Can. My lor, my lor, my lor! Lord O. Damn your Swiss impertinence! how durst you interrupt me in the most critical, melting moment that ever love and beauty honoured me with? Can. I demande pardonne, my lor! Sir John Melvil, my lor, sent me to beg you do him de honneur to speak a little to you, my lor. Lord O. I'm not at leisure-I am busy-Get away, you stupid old dog, you Swiss rascal, or ' Can. Fort bien, my lor. [Goes out on tiptoe. Lord O. By the laws of gallantry, Madam, this interruption should be death; but as no punishment ought to disturb the triumph of the softer passions, the criminal is pardoned and dismissed. Let us return, Madam, to the highest luxury of exalted minds-a declaration of love from the lips of beauty. Fun. The entrance of a third person has a little relieved me, but I cannot go through with it; and yet I must open my heart with a discovery, or it will break with its burthen. [Aside. Lord O. What passion in her eyes! I am alarmed to agitation. [Aside.] I presume, Madam, (and as you have flattered me, by making me a party concerned, I hope you'll excuse the presumption,) that Fan. Do you excuse my making you a party concerned, my lord, and let me interest your heart in my behalf, as my future happiness or misery in a great measure dependLord O. Upon me, Madam? Fan. Upon you, my lord. [Sighs. Lord O. There's no standing this: I have caught the infection-her tenderness dissolves [Sighs. Fan. And should you too severely judge of a rash action, which passion prompted, and modesty has long concealed me. Lord O. [Takes her hand.] Thou amiable creature, command my heart, for it is vanquished. Speak but thy virtuous wishes, and enjoy them. Fan. I cannot, my lord; indeed, I cannot. Mr. Lovewell must tell you my distresses; and when you know them, pity and protect me. [Exit in tears. Lord O. How the devil could I bring her to this? It is too much-too much-1 can't bear it-I must give way to this amiable weakness. [Wipes his eyes.] My heart overflows with sympathy, and I feel every tenderness I have inspired. [Stifles a tear.] Can I be a man and withstand it? No-I'll sacrifice the whole sex to her. But here comes the father, quite à-propos. I'll open the matter immediately, settle the business with him, and take the sweet girl down to Ogleby-house to-morrow morning. But what the devil! Miss Sterling too! What mischief's in the wind now! No conquest there-no, no, that would be too much desolation in the family. Enter STERLING and MISS STERLING. Ster. My lord, your servant! I am attending my daughter here upon rather a disagreeable affair. Speak to his lordship, Betsy. Lord O. Your eyes, Miss Sterling, for I always read the eyes of a young lady, betray some little emotion. What are your commands, Madam? Miss S. I have but too much cause for my emotion, my lord! Lord O. I cannot commend my kinsman's behaviour, Madam. He has behaved like a false knight, I must confess. I have heard of his apostacy. Miss Fanny has informed me of it. Miss S. Miss Fanny's baseness has been the cause of Sir John's inconstancy. Lord O. Nay now, my dear Miss Sterling, your passion transports you too far. Sir John may have entertained a passion for Miss Fanny, but believe me, my dear Miss Sterling, believe me, Miss Fanny has no passion for Sir John. She has a passion, indeed, a most tender passion. She has opened her whole soul to me, and I know where her affections are placed. [Conceitedly. Miss S. Not upon Mr. Lovewell, my lord." Lord O. Lovewell! no, poor lad! she does not think of him. [Smiles.] I know better: however, a little time will solve all mysteries. Miss S. Have a care, my lord, that both the families are not made the dupes of Sir John's artifice, and my sister's dissimulation! You don't know her; indeed, my lord, you don't know her; a base, insinuating, perfidious !-It is too much-She has been beforehand with me, I perceive, endeavouring to prejudice your lordship in her favour; and I am to be laughed at by every body. Such unnatural behaviour to me! But since I see I can have no redress, I am resolved that some way or other I will have revenge. [Exit. Ster. This is foolish work, my lord! Lord O. I have too much sensibility to bear the tears of beauty. Ster. It is touching, indeed, my lord; and very moving for a father. Lord O. To be sure, Sir! You, with your exquisite feelings, must be distressed beyond measure! Wherefore, to divert your too exquisite feeling, suppose we change the subject, and proceed to business. Ster. With all my heart, my lord. Lord O. You see, Mr. Sterling, we can make no union in our families by the proposed mar-~ riage. Ster. And I am very sorry to see it, my lord. Lord O. Have you set your heart upon being allied to our house, Mr. Sterling? Ster. 'Tis my only wish at present, my omnium, as I may call it. Lord O. Your wishes shall be fulfilled. Lord O. You throw me into a cold sweat, Mr. Sterling. No, not your sister, but your daughter. Ster. My daughter? Lord O. Fanny !-now the murder's out! Ster. What you, my lord? Lord O. Yes, I, I, Mr. Sterling. Ster. No, no, my lord; that's too much. [Smiles. Lord O. Too much! I don't comprehend you. Ster. What you, my lord, marry my Fanny? Bless me! what will the folks say? Lord O. Why, what will they say? Ster. That you are a bold man, my lord; that's all. Lord O. Mr. Sterling, this may be city wit, for aught I know. Do you court my alliance? Ster. To be sure my lord. Lord. O. Then I'll explain-My nephew wont marry your eldest daughter, nor I neither.-Your youngest daughter wont marry him; I will marry your youngest daughter. Ster. Who told you so my lord? Lord O. Yes, Sir; our affection is mutual; your advantage double and treble; your daughter will be a countess directly-I shall be the happiest of beings, and you'll be father to an earl instead of a baronet. Ster. But what will my sister say? and my daughter? Lord O. I'll manage that matter; nay, if they wont consent, I'll run away with your daughter in spite of you. Ster. Well said, my lord! your spirit's good; I wish you had my constitution; but if you'll venture, I have no objection, if my sister has none. Lord O. I'll answer for your sister, Sir.-A-propos, the lawyers are in the house. I'll have articles drawn, and the whole affair concluded to-morrow morning. Ster. Very well! and I'll despatch Lovewell to London immediately for some fresh papers I shall want; you must excuse me, my lord, but I can't help laughing at the match.-He, he, he! what will the folks say? [Erit. Lord O. What a fellow am I going to make a father of! He has no more feeling than the post in his warehouse-But Fanny's virtues tune me to rapture again, and I won't think of the rest of the family. Re-enter LOVEWELL, hastily. Love. I beg your lordship's pardon; are you alone, my lord? Lord O. No, my lord, I am not alone; I am in company, the best company. Love. My lord! Love. It was indeed, my lord. Your kindness distracts me. Lord O. And so it did the poor girl, faith. Love. She trembled to disclose the secret, and declare her affections. Lord O. The world, I believe, will not think her affections ill placed. Love. [Bows.] You are too good, my lord.And do you really excuse the rashness of the action? Lord O. From my very soul, Lovewell. Love. [Bows. I was afraid of her meeting with a cold reception. Lord O. More fool you then Who pleads her cause with never failing beauty, Here finds a full redress. [Strikes his breast. She's a fine girl, Lovewell. Love. Her beauty, my lord, is her least merit. She has an understanding Lord O. Her choice convinces me of that. Love. [Bows.] That's your lordship's goodness. Her choice was a disinterested one. Lord O. No, no, not altogether; it began with interest, and ended in passion. Love. Indeed, my lord, if you were acquainted with her goodness of heart, and generosity of mind, as well as you are with the inferior beauties of her face and person Lord O. I am so perfectly convinced of their existence, and so totally of your mind, touching every amiable particular of that sweet girl, that were it not for the cold, unfeeling impediments of the law, I would marry her to-mor row morning. Love. My lord! Lord O. I would, by all that's honourable in man, and amiable in woman. Love. Marry her!-Who do you mean, my lord? Lord O. Miss Fanny Sterling that is; the countess of Ogleby that shall be. Love. I am astonished! Lord O. Why, could you expect less from me? Love. I did not expect this, my lord. Lord O. Trade and accounts have destroyed your feeling. Love. No indeed, my lord. [Sighs. Lord O. The moment that love and pity en[Looks about.tered my breast, I was resolved to plunge into matrimony, and shorten the girl's tortures -I never do any thing by halves, do I, Lovewell? Lord O. I never was in such exquisite, enchanting company since my heart first conceived, or my senses tasted, pleasure. Love. Where are they, my lord?-Lord O. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Love. What company have you there, my [Smiles. Lord O. My own ideas, Sir, which so crowd upon my imagination, and kindle in it such a delirium of ecstacy, that wit, wine, music, poetry, all combined, and each in perfection, are but mere mortal shadows of my felicity. lord? Love. I see that your lordship is happy, and I rejoice at it. Lord O. You shall rejoice at it, Sir; my felicity shall not selfishly be confined, but shall spread its influence to the whole circle of my friends. I need not say, Lovewell, that you shall have your share of it. Love. Shall I, my lord?-then I understand you; you have heard. Miss Fanny has informed you Lord O. She has; I have heard, and she shall be happy; 'tis determined. Love. Then I have reached the summit of my wishes. And will your lordship pardon the folly? Lord O. O yes, poor creature, how could she help it? "Twas unavoidable-fate and necessity. Lore. No indeed, my lord. [Sighs.] What an accident! [Aside. Lord O. What's the matter, Lovewell? thou seem'st to have lost thy faculties. Why don't you wish me joy, man? [Sighs. Love. O, I do, my lord. Lord O. She said that you would explain what she had not power to utter; but I want ed no interpreter for the language of love. Love. But has your lordship considered the consequences of your resolution? Lord O. No, Sir, I am above consideration, when my desires are kindled. Love. But consider the consequences, my lord, to your nephew, Sir John. Lord O. Sir John has considered no conse quences himself, Mr. Lovewell. Love. Mr. Sterling, my lord, will certainly refuse his daughter to Sir John. Lord O. Sir John has already refused Mr. Sterling's daughter. Love. But what will become of Miss Sterling, my lord? Lord O. What's that to you? You may have her, if you will. I depend upon Mr. Sterling's city philosophy to be reconciled to Lord Ogleby's being his son-in-law, instead of Sir John Melvil, baronet. Don't you think that your master may be brought to that, without having recourse to his calculations, eh, Lovewell? Love. But, my lord, that is not the question. Lord O. Whatever is the question, I'll tell you my answer. I am in love with a fine girl, whom I resolve to marry. Enter SIR JOHN MELVIL. What news with you, Sir John? You look all hurry and impatience-like a messenger after a battle. Sir J. After a battle indeed, my lord. I have this day had a severe engagement; and wanting your lordship as an auxiliary, I have at last mustered up resolution to declare what my duty to you and to myself have demanded from me some time. shall do his best, without offence to any-. what say you, kinsmen? Sir J. You have made me happy, my lord. Love. And me, I assure you, my lord. Lord O. And I am superlatively so-allons done! To horse and away, boys! you to your affairs, and I to mine-suivons l'amour. [Sings. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I-FANNY'S Apartment. Fan. Why did you come so soon, Mr. Lovewell? the family is not yet in bed, and Betty certainly heard somebody listening near the chamber-door. Bet. My mistress is right, Sir! evil spirits are abroad; and I am sure you are both too good, not to expect mischief from them. Love. But who can be so curious, or so Lord O. To the business then, and be as concise as possible, for I am upon the wing-wicked? eh, Lovewell! [Smiles, and LOVEWELL bows. Sir J. I find 'tis in vain my lord, to struggle against the force of inclination. Lord O. Very true, nephew; I am your witness, and will second the motion-sha'n't I, Lovewell? [Smiles, and LOVEWELL bows. Sir J. Your lordship's generosity encourages me to tell you that I cannot marry Miss Sterling. Lord O. I am not at all surprised at itshe's a bitter potion, that's the truth of it; but as you were to swallow it, and not I, it was your business, and not mine. Any thing more? Sir J. But this, my lord; that I may be permitted to make my addresses to the other sister. Lord O. O yes, by all means-have you any hopes there, nephew? Do you think he'll succeed, Lovewell? [Smiles and winks at LOVEWELL. Love. I think not, my lord. [Gravely. Lord O. I think so too; but let the fool try. Sir J. Will your lordship favour me with your good offices to remove the chief obstacle to the match, the repugnance of Mrs. Heidelberg? Lord O. Mrs. Heidelberg? Had not you better begin with the young lady first? It will gave you a great deal of trouble, wont it, Lovewell? [Smiles.] But do what you please, it will be the same thing to me: wont it, Lovewell? [Conceitedly.] Why don't you laugh at him? Love. I do, my lord. [Forces a smile. Sir J. And your lordship will endeavour to prevail on Mrs. Heidelberg to consent to my marriage with Miss Fanny? Lord O. I'll speak to Mrs. Heidelberg about the adorable Fanny as soon as possible. Sir J. Your generosity transports me. Lord O. Poor fellow, what a dupe! he little thinks who's in possession of the town. [Aside. Sir J. And your lordship is not in the least offended at this seeming inconstancy? Lord O. Not in the least. Miss Fanny's charms will even excuse infidelity. I look upon women as the feræ naturæ-Lawful game and every man who is qualified, has a natural right to pursue them;-Lovewell as well as you, and you as well as he, and I as well as either of you. Every man Bet. I think we have wickedness and curiosity enough in this family, Sir, to expect the worst. Fan. I do expect the worst. Pr'ythee, Betty, return to the outward door, and listen if you hear any body in the gallery; and let us know directly. Bet. I warrant you, Madam-the Lord bless you both. [Exit. Fun. What did my father want with you this evening? Love. He gave me the key of his closet, with orders to bring from London some papers relating to Lord Ogleby. Fan. And why did you not obey him? Love. Because I am certain that his lordship has opened his heart to him about you, and those papers are wanted merely on that account -But as we shall discover all to-morrow, there will be no occasion for them, and it would be idle in me to go. Fan. Hark-hark! bless me, how I tremble! -I feel the terrors of guilt. Indeed, Mr. Lovewell, this is too much for me-this situation may have very unhappy consequences. [Weeps. Love. But it sha'n't. I would rather tell our story this moment to all the house, and run the risk of maintaining you by the hardest labour, than suffer you to remain in this dangerous perplexity. What! shall I sacrifice all my best hopes and affections, in your dear health and safety, for the mean (and in such case the meanest) consideration-of our fortune? Were we to be abandoned by all our relations, we have that in our hearts and minds will weigh against the most affluent circumstances. I should not have proposed the secresy of our marriage, but for your sake; and with hopes that the most generous sacrifice you have made to love and me, might be less injurious to you, by waiting a lucky moment of reconciliation. Ex Fan. Hush! hush! for Heaven's sake, my dear Lovewell; don't be so warm! your generosity gets the better of your prudence; you will be heard, and we shall be discovered. I am satisfied-indeed I am. cuse this weakness, this delicacy, this what you will. My mind's at peace-indeed, it is think no more of it, if you love me! Love. That one word has charmed me, as it always does, to the most implicit obedience: | to her own room, and lock the outward door it would be the worst of ingratitude in me to after her; we can fasten this; and when she distress you a moment, [Kisses her. thinks all safe, she may return and let me out as usual. Re-enter BETTY. Bet. [In a low voice.] I'm sorry to disturb you. Fun. Ha! what's the matter? Bet. Yes, yes, I have; and they have heard you too, or I'm mistaken-if they had seen you too, we should have been in a fine quandary. Fan. Pr'ythee, don't prate now, Betty! Love. What did you hear? Bet. I was preparing myself, as usual, to take me a little napLove. A nap! Bet. Shall 1, Madam? Fan. Do let me have my way to-night, and you shall command me ever after. Love. I live only to oblige you, my sweet Fanny! I'll be gone this moment. [Going. Fan. Betty shall go first, and if they lay hold of her Bet. 'They'll have the wrong sow by the ear, I can tell them that. [Going hastily. Fan. Softly-softly-Betty! don't venture out, if you hear a noise. Softly, I beg of you! See, Mr. Lovewell, the effects of indiscretion! Love. But love, Fanny, makes amends for all. [Exeunt softly. Bet. Yes, Sir, a nap; for I watch much better so than wide awake; and when I had wrapped this handkerchief round my head, for fear of the ear-ache from the key-hole, I SCENE II.—A Gallery leading to several Bedthought I heard a kind of a sort of a buzzing, which I first took for a gnat, and shook my chambers. head two or three times, and went so with my Enter Miss STERLING, leading MRS. HEIDEL hand. Fun. Well-well-and so Bet. And so, Madam, when I heard Mr. Lovewell a little loud, I heard the buzzing louder too-and pulling off my handkerchief softly, I could hear this sort of noise. [Makes an indistinct sort of noise, like speaking. Fan. Well, and what did they say? Bet. O! I could not understand a word of what was said. Love. The outward door is locked? worst. Fun. Why did you? they must have heard you, if they were near. Bet. And I did it on purpose, Madam, and coughed a little too, that they might not hear Mr. Lovewell's voice-when I was silent, they were silent, and so I came to tell you. Fan. What shall we do? Lore. Fear nothing; we know the worst; it will only bring on our catastrophe a little too soon-but Betty might fancy this noiseshe's in the conspiracy, and can make a man a mouse at any time. Bet. I can distinguish a man from a mouse as well as my betters-I'm sorry you think so ill of me, Sir. Fan. He compliments you, don't be a fool! Now you have set her tongue a running, she'll mutter for an hour. [To LOVEWELL.] I'll go and hearken myself. [Exit. Bet. I'll turn my back upon no girl for sincerity and service. [Half aside, muttering. Love. Thou art the first in the world for both; and I will reward you soon, Betty, for one and the other. Bet. I am not mercenary neither-I can live on a little, with a good carreter. Re-enter FANNY. Fan. All seems quiet. Suppose, my dear, you go to your own room-I shall be much easier then and to-morrow we will be prepared for the discovery. Bet. You may discover, if you please; but for my part, I shall still be secret. [Half aside, and muttering, Love. Should I leave you now, if they still are upon the watch, we shall lose the advantage of our delay. Besides, we should consult upon to-morrow's business. Let Betty go BERG, in a night-cap. Miss S. This way, dear Madam, and then I'll tell you all. Mrs. H Nay, but, niece-consider a little -don't drag me out this figure; let me put on my fly-cap!--If any of my lord's fammaly, cr the counsellors at law should be stirring, I should be prodigus disconcerted. Miss S. But, my dear Madam, a moment is an age, in my situation. I am sure my sister has been plotting my disgrace and ruin in that chamber!-O! she's all craft and wicked ness. Mrs. H. Well, but softly, Betsy !—you are all in emotion-your mind is too much flustrated-you can neither eat, nor drink, nor take your natural rest-compose yourself, child; for if we are not as warisome as they are wicked, we shall disgrace ourselves and the whole fammaly. Miss S. We are disgraced already, Madam. Sir John Melvil has forsaken me; my lord cares for nobody but himself; or if any body, it is my sister: my father, for the sake of a better bargain, would marry me to a 'Change broker; so that, if you, Madam, don't continue my friend-if you forsake me if I am to lose my best hopes and consolation in your tenderness-and affections-I had better-at once-give up the matter-and let my sister enjoy the fruits of her treachery-trample, with scorn, upon the rights of her elder sister -the will of the best of aunts-and the weakness of a too interested father. [Pretends to be bursting in tears. Mrs. H. Don't, Betsy-keep your spirit-I hate whimpering-I am your friend-depend upon me in every particular. But be composed, and tell me what new mischief you have discovered. Miss S. I bad no desire to sleep, and would not undress myself, knowing that my Machiavel sister would not rest till she had broke my heart:-I was so uneasy that I could not stay in my room, but when I thought that all the house was quiet, I sent my maid to discover what was going forward; she immediately came back and told me, that they were in high consultation; that she had heard only, for it was in the dark, my sister's maid con. ducting Sir John Melvil to her mistress, and then lock the door. |