see him, and greet him by the appellation of cousin! The son of my proper aunt, and myself the daughter of his aunt, are we not doubly linked in the ties of consanguinity? What a singular and pleasing discovery!"
Deeply absorbed in the delight such contemplations opened to her, Rosilia entirely forgot the uneasiness caused by the sudden and unexpected sight of Melliphant (or one who so much resembled him) amongst the groves in which she had been rambling. "'Tis truly a happy day," thought she.
"And what will the dear General say," exclaimed Mrs. Boville, "when he returns and finds us all united in an agreeable family party? I shall enjoy with all my soul his surprise."
"And the dear good Lovesworth, now my cousin," rejoined Mrs. De Brooke, "how charming,—how delightful,—to claim kindred with him, and to hear him express his feelings,—his satisfaction, at the discovery! But pray, Mrs. Boville, or my dear aunt, I should now say, how came it that my cousin bears the name of Lovesworth, instead of his father's? This change of name has been the cause of my being so long kept in ignorance of our mutual connection."
"The circumstance has arisen from Boville having had two sisters, one of whom, it appears, married your father, the other Dean Lovesworth, who, independently of his high church preferment, possessed considerable property: being an excellent and pious
