neighbouring families of such influence and character. He
was not slow in signifying his approbation of her remarks, and expressing
the most eager desire of seeing all those unhappy differences removed.
In a word, they parted with mutual satisfaction.

"Just as he advanced from the outward gate, on his return to Greavesbury
Hall, he was met by Anthony Darnel on horseback, who, riding up to him
with marks of surprise and resentment, saluted him with, 'Your servant,
sir.--Have you any commands for me?' The other replying with an air of
indifference, 'None at all,'--Mr. Darnel asked, what had procured him the
honour of a visit. The young gentleman, perceiving by the manner in
which he spoke, that the old quarrel was not yet extinguished, answered
with equal disdain, that the visit was not intended for him; and that, if
he wanted to know the cause of it, he might inform himself by his own
servants. 'So I shall,' cried the uncle of Aurelia; 'and perhaps let you
know my sentiments of the matter.'--'Hereafter as it may be,' said the
youth; who, turning out of the avenue, walked home, and made his father
acquainted with the particulars of this adventure.

"The old gentleman chid him for his rashness; but seemed pleased with the
success of his attempt; and still more so, when he understood his
sentiments of Aurelia, and the deportment of the ladies.

"Next day the son sent over a servant with a compliment to inquire about
their health; and the messenger, being seen by Mr. Darnel, was told that
the ladies were indisposed, and did not choose to be troubled with
messages. The mother was really seized with a fever, produced by the
agitation of her spirits, which every day became more and more violent,
until the physicians despaired of her life. Believing that her end
approached, she sent a trusty servant to Mr. Greaves, desiring that she
might see him without delay; and he immediately set out with the
messenger, who introduced him in the dark.

"He found the old lady in bed almost exhausted, and the fair Aurelia
sitting by her overwhelmed with grief, her lovely hair in the utmost
disorder, and her charming eyes inflamed with weeping. The good lady
beckoning Mr. Launcelot to approach, and directing all the attendants to
quit the room, except a favourite maid, from whom I learned the story,
she took him by the hand, and fixing her eyes upon him with all the
fondness of a mother, shed some tears in silence, while the same mar