_Enter YOUNG LOVEYET._ LOVEYET. She seems very thoughtful;--perhaps, she too has been unfortunate in her suit to her father;--or, what is far worse, perhaps,--but I will not cherish such gloomy apprehensions.--Your servant, madam. HARRIET. Good day, Mr. Loveyet.--"Your servant, madam!"--What a stoical salutation! I fear there is too much truth in what I have heard. [_Aside._ LOVEYET. You seem unusually serious, Miss Harriet: I hope Mr. Trueman has not proved relentless as you expected. HARRIET. No sir; it gives me pleasure to acquaint you, my father was all kindness and forgiveness. LOVEYET. I wish I could say so of mine;--he indeed was kind and forgiving too at first; but no sooner had I begun to anticipate approaching happiness, than one luckless circumstance deprived me of all that love and hope had inspired. HARRIET. An unlucky circumstance, indeed; but would the disappointment really be so great, if you were obliged to give up the thought of an alliance with me? LOVEYET. How, Miss Harriet! Give up the thought of having you!--By heaven, it must be so!--Yes, the beau would never have presumed to say so much if it were not so;--and Frankton's ambiguous account of them both, confirms the suspicion;--and then the extravagant encomiums he bestowed on her yesterday.--Confusion! my fears were just, though he ridicul'd me for exposing them.--But she must not see my anxiety. [_Aside._ HARRIET. If my doubts are well founded, he must be an adept in the art of dissimulation. I will try him a little farther.--[_Aside._] What think you, Mr. Loveyet, of our New-York beauties? Have not the superior charms of so many fine women, been able to overcome such old-fashioned notions as constancy and priority of affection? LOVEYET. I have beheld their beauty with equal pleasure and astonishment; and the understanding, the affability, and vivacity, by which strangers, with so much propriety, characterize my fair countrywomen, give them a pre-eminence over the ladies of most other countries, that is highly gratifying to a mind already so much attached to its native city, by the most endearing of all human ties;--they are all that the warmest, the most luxuriant fancy can wish; beautiful--almost beyond the possibility of an increase of charms; and--I had almost said, they furnish room for love and warm conceptions, "even to madness!" HARRIET. I am in doubt no longer;--such passionate expressions must have Love for their prompter. [_Aside._