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''Sir Loft. (Forgetting himself.)'' Why, ma'am, do you seriously mean—They are of a most incomparable water.

Mar. (archly.) I thought you had not attended to them.

''Sir Loft. (tenderly.)'' It is impossible in the presence of Miss Withrington, to think of any thing but the cruelty with which she imposes silence on a heart which adores her.

Mar. Nay, you entirely mistake me, Sir Loftus, I am ready to hear you with the greatest good nature imaginable.

Sir Loft. It is a theme, perhaps, on which my tongue would too long dwell.

Mar. O! not at all, I have leisure, and a great deal of patience at present, I beg you would by no means hurry yourself.

''Sir Loft. (After a pause, looking foolish and embarrassed.)'' Few words, perhaps, will better suit the energy of passion.

Mar. Just as you please, Sir Loftus, if you chuse to say it in few words I am very well satisfied. (Another pause. Sir Loftus very much embarrassed.)

''Sir Loft. (aside)'' Heaven be praised! they are come.

Mar. to With. I thought you were to have brought Mr. Royston with you.

With. He left us at a shop by the way, to