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Robin. No: The young lady has not alter'd het mind?
Kitty. Not to my knowledge.
Robin. What, Sir Robert Riscounter, her father? these curmudgeonly cits regard no ties, no obligations when they have an higher interest in view. I suppose lie has received larger proposals from some other party.
Kitty. I have heard no such thing.
Robin. Well then, I am sure no impediment can arise from our quarter. My master, Sir James Biddulph, is too much a man of honour : besides, I know his whole foul is wrapt up in Miss Lydia.
Kitty. He has given her pretty convincing proofs of his passion.
Robin. What, I suppose the malicious mother-in-law, who, I know, hates Miss, and has a damn'd deal of art, in conjunction with Miss Lucy, that precious pledge of her former husband's afections, has contrived to throw some confounded rub in the way.
Kitly. Bless ine, Mr. Robin, I don't know what ; ou mean, I am sure I said nothing at all.
Kitty. No. But only that things which are not done, may perhaps never be done; there is nothing certain but death.
Robin. Very moral, Miss Kitty,—(there is fone mystery, if I couid but get at it, but this Nut is as cunning-I will have a trial however) nay, for the maiter of that, I can have, Mrs. Kity, no interest at all in this match; there is to inuch confinement, and form, even in the mofi funtionable families, that a single fervice is best suited to me, especially too, that now I am
got into most of the clubs : there is one circumstai: é I Mall most feelingly regret: That I own will greatly touch me.
Kitty. And pray, what may that be, Mr. Robin ?
Robin. Not living under the same roof with Miss Kitty. I made no doubt, Madam, but your fortunes would follow your mistress's, and, in that case, I thought to foften the rigours of my captivity, in your agreeable converse.
Kitty. Really, Mr. Robin? Well, I protest,
I did not.
Robin. And when our mutual endeavours had procured for us a small independence, I fatter'd myself with gently liding the down. hill of life, subject to no other will but Miss Kitty's.
Kitty: What a difference between hiin, and the servants of this side the bar ?--Really, Mr. Robin, you talk nearly as well as your maiter.
Robin. And no wonder, Madam, since love, the same deiry, inspires us both.
Kitty. How quick you are in your rippartees, Mr. Robin! are you good at a riddle ?
Robin. If you mean the making them, no; it is too low a species of writing for me; for novels I have now and then some dealings with Noble, and have by mne a genteel comedy of one act, that is thought to have a good deal of merit.
Kitty. And pray when does it make its appearance?
Robin. Why, faith, I don't know, all the managers are such scribblers, that they won't B 2
give a genius fair play, but engross the whole itage to theinselves.
Kitig. Very selfish, indeed. Well, Mr. Robin, though you won't make a riddle, I will, which, as my Lady expects me, you may study to expound by yourself. This match won't take place, and yet are none of the parties to blame; I may live in the same house with you, though I should leave my young Mistress's service, and the loss of my place may perhaps be the making of my fortune.' So Adieu.
Robin. Nay, but Miss Kitty, one word, if you please.
Kitty. Not a fyllable, go, and puzzle your brains. But take this, for your comfort, that if you cannot at present make out my meaning, a little time will fully explain it.
[Exit. Robin. So skittish and shy, Mrs. Pert! but if our next meeting don't bring forth this secret, you are no true chambermaid, nor I fit for a valet de chambre. All reserve amongst servants is flat treason against the community. Every well-disciplin'd domestic is bound in honour, however careful of his own, to reveal all family secrets, to the rest of the tribe. But I must brush off, for here comes my Lady. [Exit.
Enter Lady Riscounter, and James. Lady Risc. And he has promised that the paragraph shall appear in the paper this morning?
James. I am afraid, Madam, there is no doubt of his keeping his word.
Lady Risc. Afraid! what a pufillanimous creature art thou ?
James. As your Ladyship, by what means I know not, is acquainted with my veneration
for. Miss, you can't wonder at my feeling some compunction, in becoming an instrument to ruin her fame.
Lady Risc. Why the fellow is a fool: don't you consider, that her ruin, as you call it, will be your rise ?
James. Perhaps, so, Madam, but how can I
Lady Risc. You love Lydia, you say? James. More than I have words to express.
Lady Risc. And Sir James Biddulph you detest, as a successful rival, no doubt?
James. Except on that account, I have no reason.
Lady Risc. And what better reason can any man have? don't you know, «that the two great master passions that give birth to all that we do, is hatred and love?
James. Without doubt.
Lady Risc. The mind would stagnate without them; and are not you particularly fortunate, in being able, by one masterly stroke, to gratify both?
James. Were I indeed fure of succeeding with Miss ?
Lady Risc. You have every probable chance in
your favour: in the first place, it is impoflible, consistently with his honour, that Sir James Biddulph can pursue his designs upon Lydia.
James. May be not.
Lady Risc. Nor will any proper suitable person think of her when her reputation is gone. James, Too true, I believe.
Lady Lady Rift. Then, who fo likely to succeed as yourself? as you are the party suspected, common policy will point out you for her husband.
James. But will Miss Lydia be brought to submit?
Lady Risc. She can have no choice but her father's. Him, I can easily manage, and possibly, as a douceur, prevail on him to augment the very considerable fortune fe derives from her aunt; never fear, things are in a very good way.
James. I must submit all to your ladyship’s management.
Lady Risc. Your part will be easy enough, you will have nothing to do but be passive. Enter Kitty, and Lucy, with a news-paper in
her band. Lucy. Here, Madam, here it is, and placed in a most conspicuous part of the
Lady Risc. And no alteration?
Lucy. Not a word. In the exact form that we sent it.
Lady Risc. Prythee read it, my dear.
" We can
affure the “ publick, from the very best authority, that « the beautiful daughter, by a former venture, " of an eminent banker, not far from the Mo“ nument, was surprised by the servants, in a “ most critical situation, with Mr.JS, clerk " to her father.”
Lady Risc. Right, right.
Lycy. « And what heightens her crime, she " was on the eye of being married to an amia
of the paper.