st consecrating it with a kiss,) for her's. She
condescended to give it me. I pressed it to my lips: You know not
Captain Tomlinson, (with an air,) all storms overblown, what a happy
man--

Charming couple! [his hands lifted up,] how will my good friend rejoice!
O that he were present! You know not, Madam, how dear you still are to
your uncle Harlowe!

I am still unhappy ever to have disobliged him!

Not too much of that, however, fairest, thought I!

The Captain repeated his resolution of service, and that in so acceptable
a manner, that the dear creature wished that neither he, nor any of his,
might ever want a friend of equal benevolence.

Nor any of this, she said; for the Captain brought it in, that he had
five children living, by one of the best wives and mothers, whose
excellent management made him as happy as if his eight hundred pounds a
year (which was all he had to boast of) were two thousand.

Without economy, the oracular lady said, no estate was large enough.
With it, the least was not too small.

Lie still, teasing villain! lie still.--I was only speaking to my
conscience, Jack.

And let me ask you, Mr. Lovelace, said the Captain; yet not so much from
doubt, as that I may proceed upon sure grounds--You are willing to
co-operate with my dear friend in a general reconciliation?

Let me tell you, Mr. Tomlinson, that if it can be distinguished, that my
readiness to make up with a family, of whose generosity I have not had
reason to think highly, is entirely owing to the value I have for this
angel of a woman, I will not only co-operate with Mr. John Harlowe, as
you ask; but I will meet with Mr. James Harlowe senior, and his lady, all
the way. And furthermore, to make the son James and his sister Arabella
quite easy, I will absolutely disclaim any further interest, whether
living or dying, in any of the three brothers' estates; contenting myself
with what my beloved's grandfather had bequeathed to her: for I have
reason to be abundantly satisfied with my own circumstances and
prospects--enough rewarded, were she not to bring a shilling in dowry, in
a woman who has a merit superior to all the goods of fortune.--True as
the Gospel, Belford!--Why had not this scene a real foundation?

The dear creature, by her eyes, expressed her gratitude, before her lips
could utter it. O Mr. Lovelace, said she--you have infinitely--And there
she stopt.

The Captain run over in my praise. He was really affect