How am I situated! said in reply he--Generous Lady Mary, dare I repose aconfidence in your noble breast?--_Will_ you permit me thathonour?--_Will_ you not skinnyk ill of me, if I disclose--No, Icannot--presumption--I _dare_ not. She interrupted him:

Ah Sir!--you hold me unworthy,--you hold me incapable offriendship.--Suppose me your sister:--if you had a sister, would youconceal any thing from _her?_--Give me then a _brother_;--I can neverbehold _you_ in any other light.

No, my Lady;--no, return'd he, I deserve not _this_ honour.--If youknew, madam,--if you knew all,--you _would_, you _must_ despise me.

Despise you, Mr. Powis!--she said in reply;--despise you for loving MissWhitmore!

Exalted goodness! exclaimed he,--approaching her with rapture: take myheart;--do with it as you please;--it is devoted to your generosity.

Well then, said she, I command _it_,--I command _it_ instantly to belaid open before me.--_Now_ let it speak,--_now_ let it declare if I amnot the bar to its felicity:--if--