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Lady S. A clog upon your fortune, Mr. Seabright! Am not I doing every thing that a woman can do to advance it? am not I writing letters for you? making intimacies for you? paying visits for you? teazing every body that is related to me within the fiftieth degree of consanguinity for you?—and is this being a clog upon your fortune?

Sea. Well, well! we shall see what it all comes to.

Lady S. Yes, we shall see; this very post will inform you of our success; I'm sure of it; and see, here are the letters. Lady S. (to Pry, who seems inclined to stay.) Don't wait; I shall call when I want you. (Exit Pry.

''Sea. (opening a letter and running his eye over it eagerly)'' Hang it! it is about the altering of a turnpike road. (throws it away impatiently, and opens another letter which he reads in like manner.) Stuff and nonsense about friendship, and old acquaintance, and so on! What a parcel of fools there are in the world! Ha! what seal is this? (opening another letter eagerly) Hell and the devil! it is a letter from your brother, and only a common place letter of compliment, with never a word on the subject! (Tearing the letters in a rage, and strewing them upon the floor) Cursed be pen, ink, and paper, and every one that puts his trust in them!