tty, you are another.

_Letty._ Yes,--I hope so, though I confess I think your aunt is better
than either of us.

_Mari._ More shame for you--she is a woman of sentiment, and hums you
over with her flourishes about purity, and feelings.--Feelings!--'faith,
she ought to be ashamed of herself--no other woman would talk in that
manner.

_Letty._ You mistake her--she is a woman of virtue, and can't help
feeling for the vices and misfortunes of others.

_Mari._ Then why can't she do as I have done, Letty? keep her feelings
to herself--If I had given way to them half so much as she has--Oh Lord!
I don't know what might have been the consequence.

_Letty._ For shame! You never hear Lady Waitfor't speak ill of any body.

_Mari._ No,--How should she, when she talks of nobody but herself?

_Letty._ Well, your opinion is of little weight; my Lord sees her merit,
and is come to Bath on purpose to marry her--he thinks her a prodigy of
goodness.

_Mari._ Then, pray let him have her--every fool knows so, to be sure he
does, Letty, that a prodigy of goodness is a very rare thing;--but when
he finds her out!--'faith, it will be a rare joke, when he finds her
out.

_Letty._ Shameful, Miss Marianne! do speak a little intelligibly, and
remember your aunt's favourite observation.

_Mari._ What is it?--I have forgot.

_Letty._ That good sentiments are always plain.

_Mari._ Yes,--so are good women,--bid her remember that, Letty.

_Letty._ Hush:--say no more--here she comes, and Mr Willoughby with her.

_Mari._ Ay--that man is always with her of late--but come, Letty, let's
get out of their way--let's take a walk, and look at the beaux.

_Letty._ The beaux! ah, I see you long to become a woman of fashion.

_Mari._ No--though I hate the country, I never will become a woman of
fashion--I know too well what it is to do many things one don't like,
and 'faith, while there is such real pleasure in following my own
inclinations, I see no reason why, merely out of fashion, I should be
obliged to copy other people's. [_Exit, with LETTY._

_Enter LADY WAITFOR'T and WILLOUGHBY._

_Lady._ [_To SERVANT._] When my lord returns, tell him I'm gone to Lady
Walton's, and shall be back immediately.

_Will._ Then your ladyship is certain Harry Neville is arrived.

_Lady._ Yes--the ungrateful man arrived last night, and, as I yet mean
to consult his happiness, I have written to him to come to me this
evening--but I