Then, I'll tell it myself. Long ago, Charlotte and I wrote romantic sentimental letters to one another, in imitation of the novels we were then so fond of; and now I have commenced my correspondence with her again in style, that will, I know, afford her a good hearty laugh, if she don't think my head turned altogether.
FREEMANTLE.
Is it sealed up? Could not one have a peep at it?
MRS. CHARVILLE.
Not for the world. But if you have great pleasure in reading curious letters, Mary can indulge you with one. She has a curiosity in her possession that is worth the gold of Ophir. Pray go and fetch it, my dear sister, if there be any good nature in thee, and I know thou hast a great deal.
MARY.
So entreated, how can I resist?
FREEMANTLE.
Must you have the trouble of going for it? O! no, no. I'll see it another time.
MARY.
Indeed it is no trouble; I shall find it presently.Exit.
