of many inquiries I should have made after my friend. However, I need not scourge my poor brains to remember every thing at once; for you are our neighbour, and we shall often meet.
MARY.
Mr. Crafton has sent by Sir Robert a very obliging message to you. The book you wished to see is out of print, and he will send it from his own library.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
Good, dear, sensible Mr. Crafton, to keep such delightful books, and such a messenger to do his errands withal. To-morrow he will send me a novel to read—a very scarce, clever work; and the day after that, some verses by a friend (we are great critics in poetry, I assure you); and the day after that, a charade; and the day after that, a riddle, of his own writing perhaps; and the day after that—O, we shall make a great many days of the riddle! We need not guess it all at once; that would be improvident.
FREEMANTLE.
But, my dear Mrs. Charville, will you trust nothing to my own ingenuity in finding out reasons for doing what is so agreeable to me?
