must be his project; as my brother, I suppose, talks to every
body of the rash step I have taken, for he did not spare me before he
had this seeming reason to censure me.

This Singleton lives at Leith; so, perhaps, I am to be carried to my
brother's house not far from that port.

Putting these passages together, I am not a little apprehensive that the
design, lightly as Mr. Lovelace, from his fearless temper, treats it,
may be attempted to be carried into execution; and of the consequences
that may attend it, if it be.

I asked Mr. Lovelace, seeing him so frank and cool, what he would advise
me to do.

Shall I ask you, Madam, what are your own thoughts?--Why I return the
question, said he, is, because you have been so very earnest that I
should leave you as soon as you are in London, that I know not what to
propose without offending you.

My opinion is, said I, that I should studiously conceal myself from the
knowledge of every body but Miss Howe; and that you should leave me
out of hand; since they will certainly conclude, that where one is, the
other is not far off: and it is easier to trace you than me.

You would not surely wish, said he, to fall into your brother's hands
by such a violent measure as this? I propose not to throw myself
officiously in their way; but should they have reason to think I avoided
them, would not that whet their diligence to find you, and their courage
to attempt to carry you off, and subject me to insults that no man of
spirit can bear?

Lord bless me! said I, to what had this one fatal step that I have been
betrayed into----

Dearest Madam, let me beseech you to forbear this harsh language, when
you see, by this new scheme, how determined they were upon carrying
their old ones, had you not been betrayed, as you call it. Have I
offered to defy the laws of society, as this brother of yours must do,
if any thing be intended by this project? I hope you will be pleased to
observe that there are as violent and as wicked enterprisers as myself.
But this is so very wild a project, that I think there can be no room
for apprehensions from it. I know your brother well. When at college,
he had always a romantic turn: but never had a head for any thing but to
puzzle and confound himself. A half-invention, and a whole conceit; but
not master of talents to do himself good, or others harm, but as those
others gave him the power by their own folly.

This is very volubly run off, Sir!--But vio