to think, Jack, that they wish her to provoke my vengeance,]
declare, that I ought to be satisfied with such a proud suspension!

They are entirely attached to her. Whatever she says, is, must be,
gospel! They are guarantees for her return to Hampstead this night.
They are to go back with her. A supper bespoken by Lady Betty at Mrs.
Moore's. All the vacant apartments there, by my permission, (for I had
engaged them for a month certain,) to be filled with them and their
attendants, for a week at least, or till they can prevail upon the dear
perverse, as they hope they shall, to restore me to her favour, and to
accompany Lady Betty to Oxfordshire.

The dear creature has thus far condescended--that she will write to Miss
Howe and acquaint her with the present situation of things.

If she write, I shall see what she writes. But I believe she will have
other employment soon.

Lady Betty is sure, she tells her, that she shall prevail upon her to
forgive me; though she dares say, that I deserve not forgiveness. Lady
Betty is too delicate to inquire strictly into the nature of my offence.
But it must be an offence against herself, against Miss Montague, against
the virtuous of the whole sex, or it could not be so highly resented.
Yet she will not leave her till she forgive me, and till she see our
nuptials privately celebrated. Mean time, as she approves of her uncle's
expedient, she will address her as already my wife before strangers.

Stedman, her solicitor, may attend her for orders in relation to her
chancery affair, at Hampstead. Not one hour they can be favoured with,
will they lose from the company and conversation of so dear, so charming
a new relation.

Hard then if she had not obliged them with her company in their
coach-and-four, to and from their cousin Leeson's, who longed, (as they
themselves had done,) to see a lady so justly celebrated.

'How will Lord M. be raptured when he sees her, and can salute her as his
niece!

'How will Lady Sarah bless herself!--She will now think her loss of the
dear daughter she mourns for happily supplied!'

Miss Montague dwells upon every word that falls from her lips. She
perfectly adores her new cousin--'For her cousin she must be. And her
cousin will she call her! She answers for equal admiration in her sister
Patty.

'Ay, cry I, (whispering loud enough for her to hear,) how will my cousin
Patty's dove's eyes glisten and run over, on the very first intervie