not suppress a smile, whilst Lord Delby looked offended with his sister's light manner of speaking.
Under these different impressions they entered the dressing-room, and found poor Matilda reclining her head on the Countess, and both weeping. "Fie, fie, my good friend, (said Mrs Courtney) is this the way to comfort the young lady for the sacrifices she has made to honor and principle." "I adore your sensibility, madam (cried Lord Delby, hastily;) in my opinion, who ever loves Miss Matilda does honor to their own heart."
Both ladies bowed to his lordship, though unable to speak; but endeavouring to recover themselves, the Countess said, "This dear obstinate girl proposes setting off the day after to-morrow." "Well, and if she is so determined, what hinders us from all taking a trip to Dover, previous to our Scarborough journey?" (said Lord Delby.)
