Never mind the rules!—I beg pardon. She is handome then; and gay, I suppose.
SIR LEVEL.
Yes, yes: she is too gay; perhaps the world will say thoughtless; but I must still think there is a fund of good sense at bottom. She really perceived the beauties of it with great quickness, and took to it wonderfully.
CRAFTON.
Took to what?
SIR LEVEL.
To my plan.
CRAFTON.
O very true! how could I lose sight of that? And how will a gay thoughtless wife suit a man of Charville's disposition? He is very suspicious, you say.
SIR LEVEL.
They jar a little, as other married folks sometimes do; but if they put my plan into execution, it will occupy them more pleasantly—for a time at least.
CRAFTON.
If separating the trees will unite them, there is sense in the plan, and its taste is, of course, unquestionable.—And how do you like Char-
