knowing what I did; and just then, in her iniquitous hand, I saw a letter, directed to Clarence Hervey, Esq. Oh, how I hated the sight of his name, and every thing belonging to him, ma’am, at that minute! I’m sure, I could not have kept myself from saying something quite outrageous, if I had not taken myself out of the house, as I did, that instant. “When there are women enough born and bred good for nothing, and ladies enough to flirt with, that would desire no better, that a gentleman like Mr. Clarence Hervey, ma’am, should set his wits, as one may say, to be the ruin of such a sweet, innocent-looking young creature, and then desert her in that barbarous way, after bringing a clergyman to deceive her with a mock ceremony, and all--oh! there is no fashion, nor nothing can countenance such wickedness! ‘tis the worst of wickedness and cruelty--and I shall think and say so to the latest hour of my life.” “Well said, Marriott,” cried Lady Delacour. “And now you know the reason, ma’am,” added Marriott, “that I said, I was glad _things are as they are_. To be sure I and every body once thought--but that’s all over now--and I am glad _things are as they are_.” Lady Delacour once more turned her quick eyes upon Belinda, and was much pleased to see that she seemed to sympathize with Marriott’s indignation. In the evening, when they were alone, Lady Delacour touched upon the subject again, and observed, that as they should now, in all probability, see Mr. Hervey in a few days, they might be able to form a better judgment of this affair, which she doubted not had been exaggerated. “You should judge from the whole of Clarence’s conduct and character, and not from any particular part,” said her ladyship. “Do not his letters breathe a spirit of generosity?” “But,” interrupted Miss Portman, “I am not called upon to judge of Mr. Hervey’s whole conduct and character, nor of any part of it; his letters and his generosity are nothing--” “To you?” said Lady Delacour with a smile. “This is no time, and no subject for raillery, my dear friend,” said Belinda; “you assured me, and I believed you, that the idea of Mr. Hervey’s return was entirely out of the question, when you prevailed upon me to delay my journey to Oakly-park. As I now understand that your ladyship has changed your mind, I must request your ladyship will permit me--”