I have overheard a dialogue that has just now passed between my uncle and aunt. There is but a thin partition between the room they were in, and mine; and he spoke loud; my aunt not low; yet earnest only, not angry. He had been proposing to lier, as he had done to me, to enter into a certain subject, in pity to Sir Charles: none had he for his poor niece. No doubt but he thought he was obliging me; and that my objection was only owing to y^;;in/////, as he calls it: a word I don’t like: I never heard it from Sir Charles.

My aunt was not at all pleased with his motion. She wished, as /had done, that he would not inter-fere in these nice matters, lie took offence at the exclusion, because of the word nice. She said, He was too precipitating, a great deal: she did not doubt butSir Charles would be full early in letting me know his expectations.

She spoke more decisively than she is used to do. He caimot bear her chidings, though ever so gentle. I need not Leil you, that he both loves and reveres her; but, as one of the lords of the creation, is apt to be jee.‘ous of his prerogatives. You used to be diverted with his honest j)articularities.

\\ iiat an ignarainiis’ you women and girls make of me, daine ^eiby! said he. I know nothing of the world, nor of men and women, that’s certain. I am always to be d^icnmcnted by you and your minxes! But the dace take your niceties: you don’t, you can’t, poor souls as you are, distinguish nien. You must all of you go on in one/vi^-w//-/ r/// ^^ ay; in onQ beaten truck. Who thec/zav; wouid have thought it needful, when a girl and we all were wishing tdl our very o 3 hearts were bursting, for this man, when he was not in his own power, that you must now come with your humS:, and your haivs, and the whole circum-’ roundabouts of female nonsense, to stave qffihe point your hearts and souls are set upon? I remember, dame Selby, though so long ago, how you treated your future lord and master, when you pranked it as lady and mistress. You vexed my very soul, I can tell you that! And often and often, when I left you, I swore bitterly, that I never would come again as a lover though I was a poor forsworn wretch God forgive me!