No wonder, thus gloriously employed, with my Lord W. and the Danbys, said Lord L. and per-haps in other acts of goodness that we know nothing of, besides the duties of his executorship, that we are deprived of his company! But some of these, as he has so good a friend as Dr. Bartlett, he might transfer to him and oblige us more with his presence; and the rather, as he declares it would be obliging himself.

Ah, my lord! said the doctor, and looked round him, his eyes dwelling longest on me You don’t know He stopped. We all were silent. He proceeded Sir Charles Grandison does nothing with — out reason: a good man must have difficulties to encounter with, that a mere man of the world would not be embarrassed by. But how I engage your attention, ladies!

The doctor arose; for breakfast was over Dear doctor, said Miss Grandison, don’t leave us As to that Bologna, that Camilla, that bishop Tell us more of them, dear doctor.

Excuse me, ladies; excuse me, my lord. He bowed, and withdrew.

How we looked at one another! How the fool, in particular, blushed! How her heart throbbed! At what?

But, Lucy, give me your opinion Dr. Bartlett guesses, that 1 an* far from being indifferent to Sir Charles Grandison: he must be assured, that my own heart must be absolutely void oi benevolence, if I did not more and more esteem Sir Charles, for his: and would Dr. Bartlett be so cruel, as to contribute to . a flame that, perhaps, is with difficulty kept from blazing out, as one hears new instances of his gene-rous goodness, if he knevo that Sir Charles Grandi — son was so engaged, as to render it impossible What shall I say? O this cruel, cruel suspense! What hopes, what fears, what contradictory conjectures! But all will too soon perhaps Here he is come Sir Charles Grandison is come no! A false alarm! He is not come: it is only my Lord L. returned from an airing.

I could beat this girl! this Emily! It was owing to her! A chit! How we have fluttered each other! Butsendfor me down to Northamptonshire, my dear friends, before I am quite a fool.

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Pray Do you know, Lucy, what is the business that calls Mr. Deane to town, at this season of the year? H e has made a visit to Sir Charles Grandison: for Dr. Bartlett told me, as a grateful compliment, that Sir Charles was much pleased with him; yet Mr. Deane did not tell me, that he designed it. I beseech you, my dear friends Do not But you would not; you could not! I would be torn in pieces: I would not accept of I don’t know what I would say. Only add not disgrace to distress. But I am safe, if nothing be done but at the motion of my grandmamma and aunt Selby. They would not permit Mr. Deane, or any body, to make impro-per visits. But don’t you think, that it must look particular to Sir Charles, to have a visit paid him by a man expressing for me so much undeserved ten-derness and affection, so long after the affair was over which afforded him a motive for it? I dread, as much for Mr. Deane’s sake as my own, every thing that may be construed into officiousness or particularity, by so nice a discerner. Does he not say, that no man is more quick-sighted than himself, to those faults in women wliich are owing to want of delicacy?