Miss Hardcastle. Surprising! He met me with a respectful bow, a stammering voice, and a look fixed on the ground. Hardcastle. He met me with a loud voice, a lordly air, and a familiarity that made my blood freeze again. Miss Hardcastle. He treated me with diffidence and respect; censured the manners of the age; admired the prudence of girls that never laughed; tired me with apoligies for being tiresome; then left the room with a bow, and "madam, I would not for the world detain you." Hardcastle. He spoke to me as if he knew me all his life before; asked twenty questions, and never waited for an answer; interrupted my best remarks with some silly pun; and when I was in my best story of the Duke of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, he asked if I had not a good hand at making punch. Yes, Kate, he asked your father if he was a maker of punch. Miss Hardcastle. One of us must certainly be mistaken. Hardcastle. If he be what he has shewn himself, I'm determined he shall never have my consent. Miss Hardcastle. And if he be the sullen thing I take him, he shall never have mine. Hardcastle. In one thing then we are agreed-to reject him. Miss Hardcastle. Yes. But upon conditions. For if you should find him less impudent, and I more presuming; if you find don't know him more respectful, and I more importunate—I -the fellow is well enough for a man— Certainly we don't meet many such at a horse-race in the country. Hardcastle. If we should find him so-But that's impossible. The first appearance has done my business. I'm seldom deceived in that. Miss Hardcastle. And yet there may be many good qualities under that first appearance. Hardcastle. Aye, when a girl finds a fellow's outside to her taste, she then sets about guessing the rest of his furniture. With her a smooth face stands for good sense, and a genteel figure for every virtue. Miss Hardcastle. I hope, Sir, a conversation begun with a compliment to my good sense won't end with a sneer at my understanding? Hardcastle. Pardon, me, Kate. But if young Mr. Brazen can find the art of reconciling contradictions, he may please us both perhaps. Miss Hardcastle. And as one of us must be mistaken, what if we go to make farther discoveries? Hardcastle. Agreed. But depend on't I'm in the right. Miss Hardcastle. And depend on't I'm not much in the wrong. [Exeunt. Enter TONY, running in with a casket. Tony. Ecod! I have got them. Here they are. My cousin Con's necklaces, bobs and all. My mother shan't cheat the poor souls out of their fortin neither. O! my genus, is that you? Enter HASTINGS. Hastings. My dear friend, how have you managed with your mother? I hope you have amused her with pretending love for your cousin, and that you are willing to be reconciled at last? Our horses will be refreshed in a short time, and we shall soon be ready to set off. Tony. And here's something to bear your charges by the way, (giving the casket.) your sweetheart's jewels. Keep them, and hang those, I say, that would rob you of one of them. Hastings. But how have you procured them from your mother? Tony. Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no fibs. I procured them by the rule of thumb. If I had not a key to every drawer in mother's bureau, how could I go to the alehouse so often as I do? An honest man may rob himself of his own at any time. Hastings. Thousands do it every day. But to be plain with you, Miss Neville is endeavoring to procure them from her aunt this very instant. If she succeeds, it will be the most delicate way at least of obtaining them. Tony. Well, keep them, till you know how it will be. But I know how it will be well enough, she'd as soon part with the only sound tooth in her head. Hastings. But I dread the effects of her resentment, when she finds she has lost them. Tony. Never you mind her resentment, leave me to manage that. I don't value her resentment the bounce of a cracker. Zounds! here they are. Morrice! Prance! [Exit Hastings. TONY, Mrs. HARDCASTLE, and Miss NEVILLE. Mrs. Hardcastle. Indeed, Constance, you amaze me. Such a girl as you want jewels? It will be time enough for jewels, my dear, twenty years hence, when your beauty begins to want repairs. Miss Neville. But what will repair beauty at forty, will certainly improve it at twenty, madam. Mrs. Hardcastle. Yours, my dear, can admit of none. That natural blush is beyond a thousand ornaments. Besides, child, jewels are quite out at present. Don't you see half the ladies of our acquaintance, my lady Kill-day-light, and Mrs. Crump, and the rest of them, carry their jewels to town, and bring nothing but paste and marcasites back. Miss Neville. But who knows, madam, but somebody that shall be nameless, would like me best with all my little finery about me? Mrs. Hardcastle. Consult your glass, my dear, and then see if with such a pair of eyes, you want any better sparklers. What do you think, Tony, my dear? does your cousin Con want any jewels in your eyes to set off her beauty. My dear aunt, if you knew how it would oblige me. Mrs. Hardcastle. A parcel of old-fashioned rose and table cut things. They would make you look like the court of King Solomon at a puppet-shew. Besides, I believe I can't readily come at them. They may be missing for aught I know to the contrary. Tony. (Apart to Mrs. Hardcastle.) Then why don't you tell her so at once, as she's so longing for them? Tell her they're lost. It's the only way to quiet her. Say they're lost, and call me to bear witness. Mrs. Hardcastle. (Apart to Tony.) You know, my dear, I'm only keeping them for you. So if I say they're gone, you'll bear me witness, will you? He! he! he! Never fear me. Tony. Ecod! I'll say I saw them taken out with my own eyes. Miss Neville. I desire them but for a day, madam. Just to be permitted to shew them as relicts, and then they may be locked up again. Vol. II. Y |