ant by this promise?

No new cause arising, was the proviso on my side, thou'lt remember.
But there will be a new cause.

Suppose Dorcas should drop the promissory note given her by her lady?
Servants, especially those who cannot read or write, are the most
careless people in the world of written papers. Suppose I take it up?--
at a time, too, that I was determined that the dear creature should be
her own mistress?--Will not this detection be a new cause?--A cause that
will carry with it against her the appearance of ingratitude!

That she designed it a secret to me, argues a fear of detection, and
indirectly a sense of guilt. I wanted a pretence. Can I have a better?
--If I am in a violent passion upon the detection, is not passion an
universally-allowed extenuator of violence? Is not every man and woman
obliged to excuse that fault in another, which at times they find
attended with such ungovernable effects in themselves?

The mother and sisterhood, suppose, brought to sit in judgment upon the
vile corrupted--the least benefit that must accrue from the accidental
discovery, if not a pretence for perpetration, [which, however, may be
the case,] an excuse for renewing my orders for her detention till my
return from M. Hall, [the fault her own,] and for keeping a stricter
watch over her than before; with direction to send me any letters that
may be written by her or to her.--And when I return, the devil's in it
if I find not a way to make her choose lodgings for herself, (since
these are so hateful to her,) that shall answer all my purposes; and
yet I no more appear to direct her choice, than I did before in these.

Thou wilt curse me when thou comest to this place. I know thou wilt.
But thinkest thou that, after such a series of contrivance, I will lose
this inimitable woman for want of a little more? A rake's a rake, Jack!
--And what rake is withheld by principle from the perpetration of any
evil his heart is set upon, and in which he thinks he can succeed?--
Besides, am I not in earnest as to marriage?--Will not the generality of
the world acquit me, if I do marry? And what is that injury which a
church-rite will not at any time repair? Is not the catastrophe of every
story that ends in wedlock accounted happy, be the difficulties in the
progress of it ever so great.

But here, how am I engrossed by this lady, while poor Lord M. as Simon
tells me, lies groaning in the most dreadful agonies!--What must he