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Good bye to you. (looking to the window, as he passes on towards the door.) Ha! there comes a visitor for you.

Mrs. B. Who is it?

Char. It is Charlotte Freeman, walking very demurely, because she is within sight of the windows.

Mrs. B. I am sorry she is come. I have desired the servants to say I am from home. It is unpleasant to Mr. Baltimore to see any part of that family, and I have promisedno, no, I haveyou must go to enquire after your boots, you say. (a gentle tap at the door.) come in.

''Charl. (going up affectionately to Mrs.'' B.) I thought you would let me in. (curtseys affectedly to Charles.)

Mrs. B. Did the servants

Charl. I saw no servants at all. I stole in by the little door of the shrubbery; for I did not like to go in by the great gate, lest I should meet Mr. Baltimore; and he always looks so strangely at me—But I beg pardon: I see I hurt you by saying so.

Mrs. B. Have you walk'd far this morning?

Charl. Only so far to see you; for you seem'd unwell when I saw you last, and I could not be happy 'till I inquired after you.

Mrs. B. You are very good, my dear Charlotte, I am very well.

''Charl. (observing her embarrass'd.)'' I fear I come unseasonably.

Char. O, no! We were just wishing for some good girl to come to us; and when you go home again, I shall have the honour of attending you.