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of your mouth else. There is another bit for you. (Offering him another piece.)

Mar. (Bursting into a loud laugh, in which all the company join.) Is it very nice, Mr. Opal? You munch it up as expeditiously as a bit of plumb-cake.

Op. What the deuce does all this mean?

With. This naughty girl, Mr. Opal, has only been amusing herself with your promise, which she never meant to make any other use of; she is already engaged to a very worthy young man, who will receive with her a fortune by no means contemptible.

Op. Well, well, much good may it do him: what do I care about—(mumbling to himself.)

''Roy. (Clapping Opal's shoulder.)'' Ha, ha, ha! dont look so foolish, man; you did not know a word of all this, now. Ha, ha, ha! how some people do get themselves into scrapes! They have no more notion of managing their affairs than if they were so many sheep. Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Humph, to Roy. I would speak a word with your honour. (Whispers to Royston.)

''Roy. (In a rage.)'' What! given away the place! It is impossible! It is some wicked machination! it is some damn'd trick!

With. Be moderate, Royston: what has good Mr. Humphry been telling you?

Roy. O! the devil of a bite! his grace has