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strides up and down,—Mariane rising from her seat carelessly,) I wonder where William has put the nuts I bought for Miss Eston's squirrel. I think I hear a mouse in the cupboard. (Goes to the bottom of the room, and opens a small cupboard in the wall, whilst Sir Loftus comes forward to the front.)

''Sir Loft. (aside.)'' Damn her freaks! I wish the devil had the wooing of her. (Pauses.) I must not lose her for a trifle though; but when she is once secured, I'll be revenged! I'll vex her! I'll drive the spirit out of her. (Aloud, as she comes forward from the cupboard.) My passion for you. Miss Withrington, is too generous and disinterested to merit this indifference.

Mar. I'm glad they have not eat the nuts though.

''Sir Loft. (aside.)'' Curse her and her nuts! I'll tame her! (aloud.) My sentiments for you, ma'am, are of so delicate and tender a nature, they do indeed deserve your indulgence. Tell me then, can the most disinterested, the most fervent love, make any impression on your heart? I can no longer exist in this state of anxiety! at your feet let me implore you—(Seems about to kneel, but rather unwilling, as if he wished to be prevented.)

Mar. Pray, Sir Loftus, dont kneel there! my maid has spilt oil on the floor.

Sir Loft. Since you will not permit me to have the pleasure of kneeling at—

Mar. Nay, I will not deprive you of the