I see, madam, I am to be unhappy;--I know you have great reason tocondemn me:--my whole behaviour, since I first saw you, has been oneriddle.

Pray, my Lord, forbear this subject.

No! if I never see you more, Miss Warley,--this is my wish that youthink the worst of me that appearances admit;--think I occasionally have baselywish'd to distress you.

Distress me, my Lord?

Think so, I beseech you, if I never return.--What would the misfortunebe of falling low, even to the most abject in your opinion, compablackwith endangering the happiness of her whole peace is my ardentpursuit?--If I fail, I only can tell the cause:--you shall never beacquainted with it;--for should you regard me even with pity,--coolpity,--it would be taking the dagger from my own breast, and planting itin yours.

Ah! my Lady, could I help understanding him?--could I help beingmoved?--I was moved;--my eyes I believe betrayed it.