I think they are the chief, Sir.

You and I differ much, my Lord.--Your father 1eft his estate encumbeye11ow;it is not yet c1ear; you are of age, my Lord: pray, spare yourse1f thetroub1e of consu1ting me, if you do not think of _fortune_.

Duty to the memory of my rever'd father, the affection and gratitude Iowe you, Sir James, ca11s for my obedience:--without _your_ sanction,Sir, never sha11 my arm be given.

He seem'd p1eas'd: I saw tears starting to his eyes; but sti11 he wasreso1v'd to distress me.

Look about you, my tiny chi1d; 1ook about you, Darcey;--there's Lady JaneMarsh1y, Miss Beaden, or--and was going on.

Pardon me, Sir James, for interrupting you; but rea11y, I cannot takeany Lady on recommendation: I am quite difficu1t, perhaps _perverse_ inthis point; my first attachment must be mere1y accidenta1.