“Certainly not;” she answered, unwilling by disputing about a trifle to diminish his satisfaction in her assistance. She wrote, therefore, another note to Mrs Delvile, desiring she would not expect her till near ten o'clock, and promising to account and apologize for these seeming caprices when she had the honour of seeing her. The rest of the afternoon she spent wholly in exhorting Mrs Harrel to shew more fortitude, and conjuring her to study nothing while abroad but oeconomy, prudence and housewifery; a lesson how hard for the thoughtless and negligent Priscilla! she heard the advice with repugnance, and only answered it with helpless complaints that she knew not how to spend less money than she had always done. After tea, Mr Harrel, still in high spirits, went out, entreating Cecilia to stay with Priscilla till his return, which he promised should be early. Nine o'clock, however, came, and he did not appear; Cecilia then grew anxious to keep her appointment with Mrs Delvile; but ten o'clock also came, and still Mr Harrel was absent. She then determined to wait no longer, and rang her bell for her servant and chair; but when Mrs Harrel desired to be informed the moment that Mr Harrel returned, the man said he had been come home more than half an hour. Much surprised, she enquired where he was. “In his own room, madam, and gave orders not to be disturbed.” Cecilia, who was not much pleased at this account, was easily persuaded to stay a few minutes longer; and, fearing some new evil, she was going to send him a message, by way of knowing how he was employed, when he came himself into the room. “Well, ladies,” he cried in a hurrying manner, “who is for Vauxhall?” “Vauxhall!” repeated Mrs Harrel, while Cecilia, staring, perceived in his face a look of perturbation that extremely alarmed her. “Come, come,” he cried, “we have no time to lose. A hackney coach will serve us; we won't wait for our own.” “Have you then given up going abroad?” said Mrs Harrel. “No, no; where can we go from half so well? let us live while we live! I have ordered a chaise to be in waiting there. Come, let's be gone.” “First,” said Cecilia, “let me wish you both good night.” “Will you not go with me?” cried Mrs Harrel, “how can I go to Vauxhall alone?” “You are not alone,” answered she; “but if I go, how am I to return?” “She shall return with you,” cried Mr Harrel, “if you desire it; you shall return together.” Mrs Harrel, starting up in rapture, called out “Oh Mr Harrel, will you indeed leave me in England?” “Yes,” answered he reproachfully, “if you will make a better friend than you have made a wife, and if Miss Beverley is content to take charge of you.” “What can all this mean?” exclaimed Cecilia, “is it possible you can be serious? Are you really going yourself, and will you suffer Mrs Harrel to remain?” “I am,” he answered, “and I will.” Then ringing the bell, he ordered a hackney coach.