He spoke of her with the tenderness of a father.
He besought me to love her. He praised her heart.
Emily, said I, venerates her guardian. She never will do any thing
contrary to his advice.
She is very young, replied he. She will be happy, madam, in yours. She
both loves and reverences you.
I greatly love the dear Emily, sir. She and I shall be always sisters.
How happy am I, in your goodness to her! Permit me, madam, to enumerate
to you my own felicities in that of my dearest friends.
Mr. Beauchamp is now in the agreeable situation I have long wished him to
be in. His prudence and obliging behaviour to his mother-in-law, have
won her. His father grants him every thing through her; and she, by this
means, finds that power enlarged which she was afraid would be lessened,
if the son were allowed to come over. How just is this reward of his
filial duty!
Thus, Lucy, did he give up the merit to his Beauchamp, which was solely
due to himself.
Lord W----, he hoped, would be soon one of the happiest men in England:
and the whole Mansfield family had now fair prospects opening before
them.
Emily [not he, you see] had made it the interest of her mother to be
quiet.
Lord and Lady L---- gave him pleasure whenever he saw them, or thought of
them.
Dr. Bartlett was in heaven, while on earth. He would retire to his
beloved Grandison-hall, and employ himself in distributing, as objects
offered, at least a thousand pounds of the three thousand bequeathed to
charitable uses by his late friend Mr.
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