What, sir, do you think your fine letters, and smooth words, will avail
in favour of a young fellow who has treated me with disrespect?
You are misinformed, madam.--I am willing to have a greater dependence
upon your justice, upon your good-nature, than upon any thing I can urge
either by letter or speech. Don't let it be said, that you are not to be
prevailed on--A woman not to be prevailed on to join in an act of
justice, of kindness; for the honour of the sex, let it not be said.
Honour of the sex, sir!--Fine talking!--Don't I know, that were I to
consent to his coming over, the first thing would be to have his annuity
augmented out of my fortune? He and his father would be in a party
against me. Am I not already a sufferer through him in his father's
love?--You don't know, sir, what has passed between Sir Harry and me
within this half-hour--But don't talk to me: I won't hear of it: the
young man hates me: I hate him; and ever will.
She made a motion to go.
With a respectful air, I told her, she must not leave me. My motive
deserved not, I said, that both she and Sir Harry should leave me in
displeasure.
You know but too well, resumed she, how acceptable your officiousness (I
must call it so) is to Sir Harry.
And does Sir Harry, madam, favour his son's suit? You rejoice me: let
not Mr. Beauchamp know that he does: and do you, my dear Lady Beauchamp,
take the whole merit of it to yourself.
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