"The person that first entered was Mr. Bromley. He instantly
seized hold of Burchel, and shook him very heartily by the hand.
"Ha, my boy, said he, have we found you? Well, and how? safe and
sound? Eh? clapping him upon the shoulder.
"At your service, sir, answered Burchel, with an air of
embarrassment and hesitation.
"It was not altogether the right thing, methinks, to leave us
all without saying why, or wherefore, and stay out all night.
Why we thought you had been murdered. My niece here has been in
hysterics.
"'Pon honour, cried sir Charles, you are very facetious. But we
heard, Mr. Burchel, you were ran away with. It must have been
very alarming. I vow, I should have been quite fluttered. Pray,
sir, how was it?
"Why, indeed, interposed Mr. Townshend, the very relation seemed
to disturb sir Charles. For my part, I was more alarmed for him
than for Miss Bromley.
"Well, but, returned Bromley, impatiently, it is a queer affair.
I hope as the lady went so far, you were not shy. You have not
spoiled all, and affronted her.
"Oh, surely not, exclaimed Townshend, you do not suspect him of
being such a boor. Doubtless every thing is settled by this
time.
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