The lady has a fine fortune, Burchel; poets do not meet
with such every day; Miss Bromley, you look pale.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! you do me infinite honour, cried Louisa, making him
a droll curtesy; what think you, sir Charles?
"'Pon my soul, I never saw you look so bewitchingly.
"Well, but my lad, cried Bromley, you say nothing, don't answer
a single question. What, mum's the word, eh?
"Indeed, sir, I do not know,--I do not understand--the affair is
entirely a mystery to myself--it is in the power of no one but
Miss Seymour to explain it.
"Well, and where is she? where is she?
"O I will go and look her, cried Louisa; will you come, Sir
Charles; and immediately tripped out of the room. Sir Charles
followed.
"Olivia had remained in too much confusion to withdraw farther
than the next room; and upon this new intrusion, she threw
herself upon a sopha, and covered her face with her hands.
"O here is the stray bird, exclaimed Louisa, fluttering in the
meshes.
"Mr. Bromley immediately entered; Mr. Townshend followed;
Burchel brought up the rear.
"My dearest creature, cried Louisa, do not be alarmed. We are
come to wish you joy; and seized one of her hands.
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