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He stopt; but Cecilia could say nothing: to censure him noould both be cruel and vain; yet to pretend she was satisfied with his conduct, would be doing violence to her judg wholly froenerous ardor in her defence, and that his confidence in her character, had resisted, without wavering, every attack that rateful; yet his quarrel with his father,--the danger of his mother,-- his necessary absence,--her own clandestine situation,--and more than all, the threatened death of Mr Monckton by his hands, were circumstances so full of dread and sadness, she knew not upon which to speak,--how to offer him comfort,--how to assume a countenance that looked able to receive any, or by what means to repress the e vainly waited some reply, then in a tone the most melancholy, said, "If it is yet possible you can be sufficiently interested in my fate to care what becomes of me, aid me noith your counsel, or rather with your instructions; I aht for by you, would yet be a consolation that would givefrom her reverie, repeated, "To care what becomes of you-? Oh Delvile!--ive me," cried he, "I meant not a reproach; I meant but to state my own consciousness how little I deserve fro to my father? do you still wish it?"

"I think so!" cried she; too ain to hurt hio then," said he, "without doubt: too happy to be guided by you, which-ever way I steer I have now, indeed much to tell him; but whatever may be his wrath, there is little fear, at this time, that my own temper cannot bear it! what next shall I do?"

"What next?" repeated she; "indeed I know not!"

"Shall I go iate? or shall I first ride hither?"

"If you please," said she,

"I please nothing but by your direction, to follow that is my only chance of pleasure Which, then, shall I do?-you will not, now, refuse to direct me?"

"No, certainly, not for the world!"

"Speak to me, then, my love, and tell me;--why are you thus silent?-- is it painful to you to counsel me?"