nding.--
Charlotte galanting her fan, and swimming over the floor without touching
it.

How I long to see my niece-elect! cries one--for they are told that we
are not married; and are pleased that I have not put the slight upon them
that they had apprehended from me.

How I long to see my dear cousin that is to be, the other!

Your La'ship, and your La'ship, and an awkward courtesy at every address
--prim Susan Morrison.

Top your parts, ye villains!--You know how nicely I distinguish. There
will be no passion in this case to blind the judgment, and to help on
meditated delusion, as when you engage with titled sinners. My charmer
is as cool and as distinguishing, though not quite so learned in her own
sex, as I am. Your commonly-assumed dignity won't do for me now. Airs
of superiority, as if born to rank.--But no over-do!--Doubting nothing.
Let not your faces arraign your hearts.

Easy and unaffected!--Your very dresses will give you pride enough.

A little graver, Lady Betty.--More significance, less bridling in your
dignity.

That's the air! Charmingly hit----Again----You have it.

Devil take you!--Less arrogance. You are got into airs of young quality.
Be less sensible of your new condition. People born to dignity command
respect without needing to require it.

Now for your part, Cousin Charlotte!--

Pretty well. But a little too frolicky that air.--Yet have I prepared my
beloved to expect in you both great vivacity and quality-freedom.

Curse those eyes!--Those glancings will never do. A down-cast bashful
turn, if you can command it. Look upon me. Suppose me now to be my
beloved.

Devil take that leer. Too significantly arch!--Once I knew you the girl
I would now have you to be.

Sprightly, but not confident, cousin Charlotte!--Be sure forget not to
look down, or aside, when looked at. When eyes meet eyes, be your's the
retreating ones. Your face will bear examination.

O Lord! Lord! that so young a creature can so soon forget the innocent
appearance she first charmed by; and which I thought born with you all!--
Five years to ruin what twenty had been building up! How natural the
latter lesson! How difficult to regain the former!

A stranger, as I hope to be saved, to the principal arts of your sex!--
Once more, what a devil has your heart to do in your eyes?

Have I not told you, that my beloved is a great observer of the eyes?
She once quoted upon me a text,* which showed me how