match for the daughter of a Nabob.—Where are all my raſcals? Here, William!
Lovewell alone.
So!—As I ſuſpected.—Quite averſe to the match, and likely to receive the news of it with great diſpleaſure.—What's beſt to be done?—Let me ſee!—Suppoſe I get Sir John Melvil to intereſt himſelf in this affair. He may mention it to Lord Ogleby with a better grace than I can, and more probably prevail on him to interfere in it. I can open my mind alſo more freely to Sir John. He told me, when I left him in town, that he had ſomething of conſequence to communicate, and that I could be of uſe to him. I am glad of it: for the confidence he repoſes in me, and the ſervice I may do him, will enſure me his good offices.—Poor Fanny! It hurts me to ſee her ſo uneaſy, and her making a myſtery of the cauſe adds to my anxiety.—Something muſt be done upon her account, for at all events, her ſollicitude ſhall be removed.
Scene changes to another chamber.
Enter Miſs Sterling, and Miſs Fanny.
Miſs Sterl. Oh, my dear ſiſter, ſay no more! This is downright hypocriſy.—You ſhall never convince me that you don't envy me beyond meaſure.—Well, after all it is extremely natural—It is impoſſible to be angry with you.
Fanny. Indeed, ſiſter, you have no cauſe.
Miſs Sterl. And you really pretend not to envy me?
Fanny. Not in the leaſt.
Miſs Sterl. And you don't in the leaſt wiſh that you was juſt in my ſituation?
Fanny. No, indeed, I don't. Why ſhould I?
Miſs Sterl. Why ſhould you?—What! on the brink of marriage, fortune, title—But I had forgot.
