With. I did not say so.
Ag. But I know it will be so, and many thanks to you, my dear good uncle! (Mariane ventures to come from hehind,— Withrington looks gently to her, she holds out her hand, he hesitates, and Agnes joins their hands together, giving them a hearty shake.)
With. Come, come, let me get away from you now: you are a couple of insinuating gipsies.
[Exit, hastily.
Mar. (embracing Agnes.) Well, heaven bless thee, my sweet Agnes! thou hast done marvels for me. You gave me a fright though; I thought we were ruined.
Ag. O! I knew I should get the better of him some way or other. What a good worthy heart he has! you dont know how dearly I love this old uncle of ours.
Mar. I wonder how it is. I used to think him severe and unreasonable, with his fiddle faddle fancies about delicacy and decorum; but since you came amongst us, Agnes, you have so coaxed him, and laughed at him, and played with him, that he has become almost as frolicksorne as ourselves.
Ag. Let us set about our project immediately. No body knows us here but lady Fade and Miss Eston: We must let them both into the secret: Lady
Fade is confined with bad health, and though Miss Eston, I believe, would rather tell a secret than hold her tongue, yet as long as there are streets and carriages, and balls and ribbons, and parlours
