she came by her
knowledge--Dorcas's were found guilty of treason the first moment she
saw her.

* Eccles. xxvi. The whoredom of a woman may be known in her haughty
looks and eye-lids. Watch over an impudent eye, and marvel not if it
trespass against thee.

Once more, suppose me to be my charmer.--Now you are to encounter my
examining eye, and my doubting heart--

That's my dear!

Study that air in the pier-glass!--

Charmingly!--Perfectly right!

Your honours, now, devils!--

Pretty well, Cousin Charlotte, for a young country lady! Till form
yields to familiarity, you may courtesy low. You must not be supposed
to have forgot your boarding-school airs.

But too low, too low Lady Betty, for your years and your quality. The
common fault of your sex will be your danger: aiming to be young too
long!--The devil's in you all, when you judge of yourselves by your
wishes, and by your vanity! Fifty, in that case, is never more than
fifteen.

Graceful ease, conscious dignity, like that of my charmer, Oh! how hard
to hit!

Both together now--

Charming!--That's the air, Lady Betty!--That's the cue, Cousin Charlotte,
suited to the character of each!--But, once more, be sure to have a guard
upon your eyes.

Never fear, Nephew!--

Never fear, Cousin.

A dram of Barbadoes each--

And now we are gone--

LETTER XI

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
AT MRS. SINCLAIR'S, MONDAY AFTERNOON.

All's right, as heart can wish!--In spite of all objection--in spite of a
reluctance next to faintings--in spite of all foresight, vigilance,
suspicion--once more is the charmer of my soul in her old lodgings!

Now throbs away every pulse! Now thump, thump, thumps my bounding heart
for something!

But I have not time for the particulars of our management.

My beloved is now directing some of her clothes to be packed up--never
more to enter this house! Nor ever more will she, I dare say, when once
again out of it!

Yet not so much as a condition of forgiveness!--The Harlowe-spirited
fair-one will not deserve my mercy!--She will wait for Miss Howe's next
letter; and then, if she find a difficulty in her new schemes, [Thank her
for nothing,]--will--will what? Why even then will take time to
consider, whether I am to be forgiven, or for ever rejected. An
indifference that revives in my heart the remembrance of a thousand of
the like nature.--And yet Lady Betty and Miss Montague, [a man would be
tempted