HARD. Well, sir, I'm resolved at least to attend you. (_Aside._) This may be modern modesty, but I never saw anything look so like old-fashioned impudence. _Exeunt_ MARL. _and_ HARD. HASTINGS, _solus_. HAST. So I find, this fellow's civilities begin to grow troublesome. But who can be angry at those assiduities, which are meant to please him? Ha! what do I see? Miss Neville, by all that's happy! _Enter_ MISS NEVILLE. MISS NEV. My dear Hastings! To what unexpected good fortune, to what accident am I to ascribe this happy meeting? HAST. Rather, let me ask the same question, as I could never have hoped to meet my dear Constance at an inn. MISS NEV. An inn? sure you mistake! my aunt, my guardian, lives here. What could induce you to think this house an inn? HAST. My friend, Mr. Marlow, with whom I came down, and I, have been sent here as to an inn, I assure you. A young fellow, whom we accidentally met at a house hard by, directed us hither. MISS NEV. Certainly it must be one of my hopeful cousin's tricks, of whom you have heard me talk so often, ha! ha! ha! ha! HAST. He whom your aunt intends for you? He of whom I have such just apprehensions? MISS NEV. You have nothing to fear from him, I assure you. You'd adore him, if you knew how heartily he despises me. My aunt knows it too, and has undertaken to court me for him; and actually begins to think she has made a conquest. HAST. Thou dear dissembler! You must know, my Constance, I have just seized this happy opportunity of my friend's visit here, to get admittance into the family. The horses that carried us down, are now fatigued with their journey; but they'll soon be refreshed; and then, if my dearest girl will trust in her faithful Hastings, we shall soon be landed in France; where, even among slaves, the laws of marriage are respected. MISS NEV. I have often told you that, though ready to obey you, I yet should leave my little fortune behind with reluctance. The greatest part of it was left me by my uncle, the India director, and chiefly consists in jewels. I have been for some time persuading my aunt to let me wear them. I fancy I am very near succeeding. The instant they are put into my possession, you shall find me ready to make them and myself yours. HAST. Perish the baubles! Your person is all I desire. In the meantime, my friend Marlow must not be let into his mistake; I know the strange reserve of his temper is such, that if abruptly informed of it, he would instantly quit the house, before our plan was ripe for execution. MISS NEV. But how shall we keep him in the deception? Miss Hardcastle is just returned from walking; what if we still continue to deceive him?—This, this way—— _They confer._ _Enter_ MARLOW.