You have been stuttering falsehoods.--From what I can gather, you have been hushing the Baronet at the expence of your own and Miss Warley's quiet.--If you have, never mind it; things may not be the worse.--Come away, I advise you; set out immediately.--See how she looks at parting.--But don't distress her;--I charge you not to distress her.--Should you play back her own cards, I will not answer for the pride of the sex.-- Sir James's consent once gained, and she rejects your proposals, lay all your letters to me on the subject before her.--I have them by me.--These cannot fail of clearing every doubt; she will be convinced then how sincerely you have loved her.-- You surprise me concerning Mr. Powis:--I thought he was settled in his government for life;--or rather, for the life of his father.--However, I am convinced his coming over will be no bad thing for you;--he has suffered too much from avarice, not to assist another so hardly beset.-- Was not his settling abroad an odd affair!--If he determined to remain single till he had an opportunity of pleasing himself, why did he leave England?--The mortification could not be great to have his overtures refused, where they were made with such indifference.-- As he has lived so many years a batchelor, I suppose there will be now an end to that great family.-- What a leveller is avarice! How does it pull down by attempting to raise? How miserable, as Seneca says, in the desire?--how miserable in attaining our ends?--The same great man alledges, that as long as we are solicitous for the increase of wealth, we lose the true use of it; and spend our time in putting out, calling in, and passing our accounts, without any substantial benefit, either to the world, or to ourselves.-- If you had ever any uneasiness on Bridgman's account, it must be now at an end.--Married, and has brought his bride to town.--What a false fellow!--From undoubted authority, I am assured the writings have been drawn six months:--so that every thing must be concluded between him and his wife, at the very time he talked to me of Miss Warley.--I wash my hands from any further acquaintance with concealed minds:--there must be something very bad in a heart which has a dark cloud drawn before it.--Virtue and innocence need no curtain:--they were sent to us naked;--it is their loss, or never possessing them,--that makes caution necessary, to hide from the world their destined place of abode.--Without entering a house, and being conversant with its inhabitants, how is it possible to say, if they are worthy or unworthy:--so if you knock, and are not admitted, you still remain doubtful.--But I am grown wise from experience;--and shall judge, for the future, where a heart is closely shut up, there is nothing in it worth enquiring after.