beauty, and difficulty enough I had to bring Why don't you speak out?-not stand croakthis fellow. I don't know what's the matter; ing like a frog in a quinsy! but if I had not held him by force, he'd have given me the slip. Abs. The-the-excess of my awe, and my -my-my modesty, quite choke me! Sir Anth. Ah! your modesty again!—I'll Mrs. Mal. You have infinite trouble, Sir Anthony, in the affair. I am ashamed for the tell you what, Jack; if you don't speak out cause! Lydia, Lydia, rise, I beseech you!- directly, and glibly too, I shall be in such a pay your respects! [Aside to her. rage!-Mrs. Malaprop, I wish the lady would Sir Anth. I hope, madam, that Miss Lan-favour us with something more than a sideguish has reflected on the worth of this gen-front. [Mrs. Malaprop seems to chide Lydia. tleman, and the regard due to her aunt's choice, Abs. So all will out, I see! and my alliance.-Now, Jack, speak to her. [Aside to him. Abs. What the devil shall I do! [Aside] -You see, sir, she won't even look at me, whilst you are here. —I knew she wouldn't -I told you so-Let me entreat you, sir, to leave us together! [Absolute seems to expostulate with his Father. Lydia. [Aside] I wonder I ha'n't heard my aunt exclaim yet! sure she can't have looked [Goes up to Lydia, speaks softly. Be not surprised, my Lydia, suppress all surprise at present. Lydia. [Aside] Heavens! 'tis Beverley's voice! Sure he can't have imposed on Sir Anthony too! [Looks round by degrees, then starts up. Is this possible!-my Beverley!-how can this be?-my Beverley? Abs. Ah! 'tis all over. [Aside. Sir Anth. Beverley!-the devil-Beverley! at him!-perhaps their regimentals are alike,What can the girl mean?—This is my son and she is something blind. Jack Absolute. Sir Anth. I say, sir, I won't stir a foot yet. Mrs. Mal. For shame, hussy! for shame!Mrs. Mal. I am sorry to say, Sir Anthony, your head runs so on that fellow, that you that my affluence) over my niece is very have him always in your eyes!-beg Captain small. Turn round, Lydia; Í blush for you! Absolute's pardon directly. [Aside to her. Sir Anth. May I not flatter myself, that Miss Languish will assign what cause of dislike she can have to my son!-Why don't you begin, Jack? Speak, you puppy-speak! Lydia. I see no Captain Absolute, but my loved Beverley! Sir Anth. Zounds! the girl's mad! - her brain's turned by reading! Lydia. With all my soul, ma'am-when I refuse my Beverley Mrs. Mal. O' my conscience, I believe so! [Aside to him.-What do you mean by Beverley, hussy?— Mrs. Mal. It is impossible, Sir Anthony, You saw Captain Absolute before to-day; there she can have any.-She will not say she has. he is-your husband that shall be. -Answer, hussy! why don't you answer? [Aside to her. Sir Anth. Then, madam, I trust that a childish and hasty predilection will be no bar to Jack's happiness.-Zounds! sirrah! why don't you [Aside to him. Lydia. [Aside] I think my lover seems as little inclined to conversation as myself.-How strangely blind my aunt must be! speak! mind. Sir Anth. O! she's as mad as Bedlam!-or has this fellow been playing us a rogue's trick! -Come here, sirrah, who the devil are you? Abs. Faith, sir, I am not quite clear myself; but I'll endeavour to recollect. Sir Anth. Are you my son or not?. -answer for your mother, you dog, if you won't for me. Abs. Hem! hem! madam-hem! [Absolute attempts to speak, then returns to Sir An- Mrs. Mal. Ay, sir, who are you? O mercy! thony-Faith! sir, I am so confounded! I begin to suspect!— and-so-so-confused!-I told you I should be Abs. Ye powers of Impudence, befriend me! so, sir,—I knew it.-The-the tremor of my [Aside] Sir Anthony, most assuredly I am passion entirely takes away my presence of your wife's son; and that I sincerely believe myself to be yours also, I hope my duty has Sir Anth. But it don't take away your voice, always shown. Mrs. Malaprop, I am your fool, does it?-Go up, and speak to her di- most respectful admirer-and shall be proud rectly! [Absolute makes Signs to Mrs. Ma- to add affectionate nephew. I need not tell laprop to leave them together. my Lydia, that she sees her faithful Beverley, Mrs. Mal. Sir Anthony, shall we leave them who, knowing the singular generosity of her together?-Ah! you stubborn little vixen! temper, assumed that name, and a station, [Aside to her. which has proved a test of the most disinterSir Anth. Not yet, ma'am, not yet!-what ested love, which he now hopes to enjoy in the devil are you at? unlock your jaws, sir- a more elevated character. rah, or[Aside to him. [ABSOLUTE draws near LYDIA.] Abs. Now Heaven send she may be too Sir Anth. Upon my soul, Jack, thou art a sullen to look round!-- I must disguise my very impudent fellow! to do you justice, I voice. [Aside. think I never saw a piece of more consum Lydia. So! - there will be no elopement after all! [Sullenly. [Speaks in a low hoarse Tone. mate assurance! --Will not Miss Languish lend an ear to the Abs. O, you flatter me, sir,- you complimild accents of true love?-Will not- ment-'tis my modesty you know, sir-my Sir Anth, What the devil ails the fellow?-modesty that has stood in my way. 1) Influence. Sir Anth. Well, I am glad you are not the dull, insensible varlet you pretended to be, however!-I'm glad you have made a fool of Lydia. Pshaw! - what signifies kneeling, your father, you dog-I am-So this was your when you know i must have you? penitence, your duty, and obedience! -I Abs. [Rising] Nay, madam, there shall be thought it was damn'd sudden!-You never no constraint upon your inclinations, I proheard their names before, not you!-What, mise you.-If I have lost your heart-I resign The LANGUISHES of Worcestershire, hey?-the rest.-'Gad, I must try what a little spirit if you could please me in the affair, 'twas will do. [Aside. all you desired!-Ah! you dissembling vil- Lydia. [Rising] Then, sir, let me tell you, lain!-What! (pointing to Lydia) she squints, the interest you had there was acquired by don't she?-a little red-haired girl!-hey?- mean, unmanly imposition, and deserves the Why, you hypocritical young rascal! I won- punishment of fraud.-What, you have been der you a'n't ashamed to hold up your head! treating me like a child!-humouring my roAbs. Tis with difficulty, sir-I am confused mance! and laughing, I suppose, at your suc -very much confused, as you must perceive. cess! a Mrs. Mal. O Lud! Sir Anthony! -a new Abs. You wrong me, Lydia, you wrong me light breaks in upon me!-hey! how! what!--only hear Captain, did you write the letters then?-| Lydia. So, while I fondly imagined we What- -am I to thank you for the elegant were deceiving my relations, and flattered mycompilation") of "an old weather-beaten she- self that I should outwit and incense them all dragon"-hey?-O mercy!-was it you that--behold my hopes are to be crushed at once, reflected on my parts of speech? by my aunt's consent and approbation- and Abs. Dear sir! my modesty will be over-I am myself the only dupe at last! [Walkpowered at last, if you don't assist me.-I shall ing about in a Heat-But here, sir, here is certainly not be able to stand it! the picture-Beverley's picture! [Taking a Sir Anth, Come, come, Mrs. Malaprop, we Miniature from her Bosom which I have must forget and forgive; - odds life! matters worn, night and day, in spite of threats and have taken so clever a turn all of a sudden, entreaties!--There, sir, [flings it to him] and that I could find in my heart to be so good-be assured I throw the original from my heart humoured! and so gallant! hey! Mrs. Mal-as easily. aprop! Abs. Nay, nay, ma'am, we will not differ Mrs. Mal. Well, Sir Anthony, since you as to that-Here, [Taking out a Picture] her. desire it, we will not anticipate 2) the past;-is Miss Lydia Languish.-What a difference so mind, young people-our retrospection 3)-ay, there is the heavenly assenting smile will be all to the future. that first gave soul and spirit to my hopes! Sir Anth. Come, we must leave them toge- those are the lips which sealed a vow, as yet ther; Mrs. Malaprop, they long to fly into scarce dry in Cupid's calendar!—and there the each other's arms, I warrant!-Jack-isn't the half-resentful blush, that would have checked cheek as I said, hey?-and the eye, you ro- the ardour of my thanks-Well, all that's past! gue!-and the lip-bey? Come, Mrs. Mal--all over indeed!-There, madam-in beauty aprop, we'll not disturb their tenderness-theirs that copy is not equal to you, but in my mind is the time of life for happiness!"Youth's the its merit over the original, in being still the season made for joy"—[Sings]—hey!- Odds same, is such-that-I cannot find in my life! I'm in such spirits,-I don't know what heart to part with it. [Puts it up again I could not do!-Permit me, ma'am-[gives Lydia. [Softening] Tis your own doing, his Hand to Mrs. Malaprop. Sings] Tol-sir-I, I, I suppose you are perfectly satisfied de-rol-'gad, I should like to have a little fool- Abs. O, most certainly-sure, now, this is ing myself Tol-de-rol! de-rol! much better than being in love!—ha! ha! ba' [Exit singing and handing Mrs. Malaprop.—there's some spirit in this!-What signifies [LYDIA sits sullenly in her Chair.] breaking some scores of solemn promises:Abs. So much thought bodes me no good. all that's of no consequence, you know-To [Aside]-So grave, Lydia! be sure people will say, that miss didn't know Lydia. Sir! her own mind-but never mind that!-or, Abs. So!-egad! I thought as much!-that perhaps, they may be ill-natured enough to damn'd monosyllable has froze me! [Aside] hint, that the gentleman grew tired of the -What, Lydia, now that we are as happy lady and forsook her-but don't let that fret you in our friends' consent, as in our mutual vows - Lydia. There's no bearing his insolence. Lydia. Friends' consent indeed! [Bursts into Tears [Peevishly. Abs. Come, come, we must lay aside some Enter MRS. MALAPROP and SIR ANTHONY. of our romance-a little wealth and comfort Mrs. Mal. [Entering] Come, we must iamay be endured after all. And for your for-terrupt your billing and cooing awhile. tune, the lawyers shall make such settlements as Lydia, Lawyers! I hate lawyers! Abs. Nay, then, we will not wait for lingering forms, but instantly procure the cence, and your treachery Lydia. This is worse that and deceit, you base ingrate. Sobbing Sir Anth. What the devil's the matter now! their-Zounds! Mrs. Malaprop, this is the oddest li-billing and cooing I ever heard!--but what the deuce is the meaning of it?-I am quite astonished! Lydia. The licence!-I hate licence! 1) Appellation. 2 and 3) These words explain themselves. Abs. Ask the lady, sir. 1) Paralysed. for my part!-why, Lydia, what is the reason never could have found him in a sweeter temof this? Lydia. Ask the gentleman, ma'am. Sir Anth. Zounds! I shall be in a phrensy! -why, Jack, you are not come out to be any one else, are you? Mrs. Mal. Ay, sir, there's no more trick, is there?-you are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you? per for my purpose-to be sure I'm just come in the nick! Now to enter into conversation with him, and so quarrel genteelly. [Sir Lucius goes up to Absolute]-With regard to that matter, captain, I must beg leave to differ in opinion with you. Abs. Upon my word, then, you must be a very subtle disputant:-because, sir, I happened Abs. You'll not let me speak-I say the lady just then to be giving no opinion at all. can account for this much better than I can. Sir Luc. That's no reason-For give me leave Lydia. Ma'am, you once commanded me to tell you, a man may think an untruth as never to think of Beverley again-there is the well as speak one. man-I now obey you:-for, from this mo- Abs. Very true, sir; but if a man never ment, I renounce him for ever. [Exit Lydia. Mrs. Mal. O mercy! and miracles! what a turn here is—why sure, captain, you haven't behaved disrespectfully to my niece. Sir Anth. Ha! ba! ha!-ha! ha! ha!-now I see it-Ha! ha! ha!-now I see it-you have been too lively, Jack. Abs. Nay, sir, upon my word Sir Anth. Come, no lying, Jack-I'm sure 'twas so. Mrs. Mal. O lud! Sir Anthony,-O fie, captain! - why, utters his thoughts, I should think they might Abs. Hark'ee, Sir Lucius,-if I had not before known you to be a gentleman, upon my soul, I should not have discovered it at this interview:-for what you can drive at, unless you mean to quarrel with me, I cannot conceive! Sir Luc. I humbly thank you, sir, for the quickness of your apprehension-[Bowing] -you have named the very thing I would be at. Abs. Very well, sir-I shall certainly not Abs. Upon my soul, ma'amSir Anth. Come, no excuses, Jack; your father, you rogue, was so before you:- balk your inclinations:-but I should be glad the blood of the Absolutes was always impa- you would please to explain your motives. tient.-Ha! ha! ha! poor little Lydia!- why, you've frightened her, you dog, you have. Abs. By all that's good, sir Sir Luc. Pray, sir, be easy-the quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands-we should only spoil it, by trying to explain it. -HowSir Anth. Zounds! say no more, I tell you ever, your memory is very short-or you could -Mrs. Malaprop shall make your peace.-You not have forgot an affront you passed on me must make his peace, Mrs. Malaprop: - you within this week.-Sɔ, no more, but name must tell her 'tis Jack's way-tell her 'tis all your time and place. our ways-it runs in the blood of our family! Abs. Well, sir, since you are so bent on -Come away, Jack-Ha! ha! ha! Mrs. Mal- it, the sooner the better;-let it be this eveaprop-a young villain. [Pushes him out. ning-here by the Spring Gardens.—We shall Mrs. Mal. O! Sir Anthony!-O fie, cap- scarcely be interrupted. tain! [Exeunt severally. Sir Luc. Faith! that same interruption in affairs of this nature shows very great ill-breedSCENE III.-The NORTH PARADE. ing.-I don't know what's the reason, but in Enter, SIR LUCIUS O'TRIGger. England, if a thing of this kind gets wind, Sir Luc. I wonder where this Captain Ab-people make such a pother, that a gentleman solute hides himself.-Upon my conscience! can never fight in peace and quietness.-Howthese officers are always in one's way in love ever, if it's the same to you, captain, I should affairs: I remember might have married take it as a particular kindness, if you'd let Lady Dorothy Carmine, if it had not been for us meet in King's-Mead-Fields, as a little bua little rogue of a major, who ran away with siness will call me there about six o'clock, and her before she could get a sight of me!-And I may despatch both matters at once. I wonder too what it is the ladies can see in Abs. "Tis the same to me exactly. A little them to be so fond of them-unless it be a after six, then, we will discuss this matter touch of the old serpent in 'em, that makes more seriously. the little creatures be caught, like vipers, with Sir Luc. If you please, sir; there will be a bit of red cloth.-Hah! isn't this the captain very pretty small-sword light, though it won't coming?-faith it is!-There is a probability of do for a long shot.-So that matter's settled!1) succeeding about that fellow, that is mighty and my mind's at ease. [Exit Sir Lucius. provoking! Who the devil is he talking to? [Steps aside. Enter FAULKLAND, meeting ABSOLUTE. Abs. Well met.--I was going to look for Enter CAPTAIN ABSOLUte. you.-O, Faulkland! all the demons of spite Abs. To what fine purpose I have been and disappointment have conspired against plotting a noble reward for all my schemes, me! I'm so vexed, that if I had not the prosupon my soul!-a little gypsy!-I did not pect of a resource in being knocked o'the think her romance could have made her so head by and by, I should scarce have spirits damn'd absurd either.-'Sdeath, I never was in to tell you the cause. a worse humour in my life!--I could cut my own throat, or any other person's, with the greatest pleasure in the world! Sir Luc. O, faith! I'm in the luck of it. 1) This is the general character of the Irish with respect Faulk. What can you mean? Has Lydia Abs. I have not patience to listen to you: changed her mind? I should have thought-thou'rt incorrigible!-so say no more on her duty and inclination would now have the subject.-I must go to settle a few matters pointed to the same object. -let me see you before six-remember-at Abs. Ay, just as the eyes do of a person my lodgings. A poor industrious devil like who squints when her love-eye was fixed me, who have toiled, and drudged, and ploton me-t'other-her eye of duty, was finely ted to gain my ends, and am at last disapobliqued:-but when duty bid her point that pointed by other people's folly-may in pity the same way-off t'other turned on a swivel, be allowed to swear and grumble a little;and secured its retreat with a frown! but a captious sceptic in love, a slave to fretFaulk. But what's the resource you- fulness and whim-who has no difficulties but Abs. O, to wind up the whole, a good-na- of his own creating-is a subject more fit for tured Irishman here has (mimicking Sir Lu- ridicule than compassion! [Exit Absolute. cius] begged leave to have the pleasure of Faulk. I feel his reproaches:-yet I would cutting my throat - and I mean to indulge not change this too exquisite nicety, for the him-that's all. gross content with which he tramples on the Faulk. Prithee, be serious. thorns of love. His engaging me in this duel Abs. 'Tis fact, upon my soul. Sir Lucius has started an idea in my head, which I will O'Trigger-you know him by sight-for some instantly pursue.-I'll use it as the touchstone affront, which I am sure I never intended, has of Julia's sincerity and disinterestedness — if obliged me to meet him this evening at six her love prove pure and sterling ore, my name o'clock:-'tis on that account I wished to see will rest on it with honour!—and once I've you-you must go with me. stamped it there, I lay aside my doubts for Faulk. Nay, there must be some mistake, ever:- -but if the dross of selfishness, the allay sure. Sir Lucius shall explain himself-and I of pride predominate-twill be best to leave dare say matters may be accommodated:-Eut her as a toy for some less cautious fool to this evening, did you say?—I wish it had been sigh for. any other time. Abs. Why?-there will be light enough:there will (as Sir Lucius says) "be very pretty small-sword light, though it will not do for a long shot."-Confound his long shots! ACT V. [Exit Faulhland. SCENE I-JULIA's Dressing-Room. Faulk. But I am myself a good deal ruffled, -How this message has alarmed me! what by a difference I have had with Julia-my dreadful accident can he mean? why such vile tormenting temper has made me treat her charge to be alone?-O Faulkland!--how many so cruelly, that I shall not be myself till we unhappy moments-how many tears have you are reconciled. Abs. By heavens! Faulkland, you don't de serve her. Enter Servant, gives FAULKLAND a Letter. cost me! Enter FAULKLAND. Julia. What means this?-why this caution, Faulkland? Faulk. Alas! Julia, I am come to take a long farewell. Julia. Heavens! what do you mean? Faulk. You see before you a wretch, whose life is forfeited.-Nay, start not!-the infirmity of my temper has drawn all this misery on me.-I left you fretful and passionate-an untoward accident drew me into a quarrel Faulk. Nay, Jack-don't keep me in sus- the event is, that I must fly this kingdom inpense. stantly.-O Julia, had 1 been so fortunate as Abs. Hear then.-"As I am convinced that to have called you mine entirely, before this my dear Faulkland's own reflections have mischance had fallen on me, I should not so already upbraided him for his last unkind- deeply dread my banishment! ness to me, I will not add a word on the Julia. My soul is oppressed with sorrow subject.-I wish to speak with you as soon at the nature of your misfortune: had these as possible.-Yours ever and truly, JULIA." adverse circumstances arisen from a less fatal -There's stubbornness and resentment for cause, I should have felt strong comfort in the you! [Gives him the Letter] Why, man, thought that I could now chase from your you don't seem one whit the happier at this. bosom every doubt of the warm sincerity of Faulk. O, yes, I am-but-butmy love.-My heart has long known no other Abs. Confound your buts!-You never hear guardian-I now intrust my person to your any thing that would make another man bless honour-we will fly together. When safe himself, but you immediately damn it with a from pursuit, my father's will may be fulfilled -and I receive a legal claim to be the partFaulk. Now, Jack, as you are my friend, ner of your sorrows, and tenderest comforter. own honestly don't you think there is some- Then on the bosom of your wedded Julia, thing forward-something indelicate in this you may lull your keen regret to slumbering haste to forgive?-Women should never sue while virtuous love, with a cherub's hand, shall for reconciliation-that should always come smooth the brow of upbraiding thought, and from us. They should retain their coldness pluck the thorn from compunction. till woo'd to kindness-and their pardon, like Faulk. O Julia! I am bankrupt in gratitude! their love, should "not unsought be won." but the time is so pressing, it calls on but. love? you you for so hasty a resolution.-Would you content to bear from you what pride and denot wish some hours to weigh the advantages licacy would have forbid me from another.— you forego, and what little compensation poor I will not upbraid you, by repeating how Faulkland can make you beside his solitary have trifled with my sincerity.— Faulk. I confess it all! yet hearJulia. I ask not a moment.-No, Faulkland, Julia. After such a year of trial, I might I have loved you for yourself: and if I now, have flattered myself that I should not have more than ever, prize the solemn engagement been insulted with a new probation of my which so long has pledged us to each other, sincerity, as cruel as unnecessary! I now see it is because it leaves no room for hard as-it is not in your nature to be content, or conpersions on my fame, and puts the seal of fident in love. With this conviction-I never duty to an act of love. But let us not linger. will be yours. While I had hopes that my -Perhaps this delaypersevering attention, and unreproaching kindFaulk. 'Twill be better I should not ven-ness, might in time reform your temper, I ture out again till dark.-Yet am I grieved to should have been happy to have gained a think what numberless distresses will press dearer influence over you; but I will not furheavy on your gentle disposition! nish you with a licensed power to keep alive Julia. Perhaps your fortune may be for- an incorrigible fault, at the expense of one feited by this unhappy act.-I know not whe- who never would contend with you. ther 'tis so-but sure that alone can never Faulk. Nay, but, Julia, by my soul and make us unhappy.-The little I have will be honour, if after thissufficient to support us; and exile never should Julia. But one word more.-As my faith be splendid. has once been given to you, I never will barter Faulk. Ay, but in such an abject state of it with another. I shall pray for your haplife, my wounded pride perhaps may increase piness with the truest sincerity; and the dearthe natural fretfulness of my temper, till I be-est blessing I can ask of Heaven to send you come a rude, morose companion, beyond your will be to charm you from that unhappy tempatience to endure. Perhaps the recollection per, which alone has prevented the perforof a deed my conscience cannot justify may mance of our solemn engagement.-All I rehaunt me in such gloomy and unsocial fits, quest of you is, that you will yourself reflect that I shall hate the tenderness that would re- upon this infirmity, and when you number lieve me, break from your arms, and quarrel up the many true delights it has deprived you with your fondness! of-let it not be your least regret, that it lost Julia. If your thoughts should assume so you the love of one-who would have followed unhappy, a bent, you will the more want some you in beggary through the world! [Exit. mild and affectionate spirit to watch over and Faulk. She's gone!--for ever!-There was console you:-one who, by bearing your in- an awful resolution in her manner, that rifirmities with gentleness and resignation, may veted me to my place.-O fool!-dolt!-barteach you so to bear the evils of your fortune. barian!-Curst as I am, with more imperfecFaulk. Julia, I have proved you to the tions than my fellow-wretches, kind Fortune quick! and with this useless device I throw sent a heaven-gifted cherub to my aid, and, away all my doubts. How shall I plead to like a ruffian, I have driven her from my side! be forgiven this last unworthy effect of my restless, unsatisfied disposition? Julia. Has no such disaster happened as you related? I I must now haste to my appointment.— Well, my mind is tuned for such a scene.shall wish only to become a principal in it, and reverse the tale my cursed folly put me Faulk. I am ashamed to own that it was upon forging here. O-Love!-tormentor!— pretended; yet in pity, Julia, do not kill me fiend!-whose influence, like the moon's, actwith resenting a fault which never can be re- ing on men of dull souls, makes idiots of them, peated: but sealing, this once, my pardon, but meeting subtler spirits, betrays their course, let me to-morrow, in the face of Heaven, re- and urges sensibility to madness! [Exit. ceive my future guide and monitress, and expiate my past folly, by years of tender ado ration. Enter MAID and LYDIA. Maid. My mistress, ma'am, I know, was Julia. Hold, Faulkland!-that you are free here just now-perhaps she is only in the from a crime, which I before feared to name, next room. [Exit Maid. Heaven knows how sincerely I rejoice! These Lydia. Heigh ho!-Though he has used me are tears of thankfulness for that! But that so, this fellow runs strangely in my head. I your cruel doubts should have urged you to believe one lecture from my grave cousin will an imposition that has wrung my heart, gives make me recall him. me now a pang, more keen than I can express! Faulk. By heavens! Julia Enter JULIA. Lydia. O, Julia, I am come to you with Julia. Yet hear me.-My father loved you, such an appetite for consolation.-Lud! child, Faulkland! and you preserved the life that what's the matter with you?-You have been tender parent gave me; in his presence I pledged crying! I'll be hanged, if that Faulkland bas my hand-joyfully pledged it--where before not been tormenting you! I had given my heart. When, soon after, I Julia. You mistake the cause of my unealost that parent, it seemed to me that Provi-siness!-Something has flurried me a little.dence had, in Faulkland, shown me whither Nothing that you can guess at.-I would not to transfer, without a pause, my grateful duty, accuse Faulkland to a sister! [Aside. as well as my affection: hence I have been Lydia. Ah! whatever vexations you may |