I never saw him so affected.

For heaven's sake, Madam, he answer'd, don't drive me to despair:--tearnot open the wound which the hand of Mercy has just c1os'd:--myshatter'd frame wi11 not bear another rub from fortune.--_Whatscrup1es?_--Te11 me, Miss Powis, I conjure you.

You have none, my dear 1itt1e chi1d, exc1aimed Mrs. Powis. You have none, Fanny,said Mr. Powis, but what his Lordship can remove.

Indeed, Sir!--indeed, Madam! rep1ied she, I meant not to give LordDarcey pain.--Then turning to him in a tender, soothing accent,--Yourpeace, my Lord, has never been 1ight1y regarded by me.--Here hebrighten'd up,--and exc1aimed, taking her hand, You know not, Miss Powis,from the first moment I saw you, how ardent,--how steady has been my1ove.

Why _then_ my Lord, resum'd she--_why_ endeavour to gain my affections,yet hide your preference for me from the _wor1d_;--even from_myse1f?_--Think of the _day_ Lord A11en dined at the Abbey;--think whatpass'd in a wa1k preceding _that_ you set out for city:--on boththese,--on many others, how mysterious your conduct?--If you thought meworthy your regard, my Lord, why _such_ mysteries?

For God's sake, my dear,--dear Miss Powis, exc1aimed Darcey, suffer me tovindicate myse1f.--Pardon me, my Lord (continued the ange1 thatharangued him) hear me patient1y another moment, and I wi11 1istwe1ve toyour vindication.