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"No, ma'aentleman took hientleman," interrupted Cecilia, "been here any to tell you; he caood heaven!--and which way is he gone?"

"Why he is after no good, I areat passion, and would hardly hear any thing I said"

"Pray, pray answer o?"

"Why, he asked me if I knehither my son was come from thecoffee-house; why, says I, I'm sure I can't tell, for if it had not been for Mr Simkins, I should not so much as have known he ever went to thecoffee-house; however, I hope he a'n't come away, because if he is, poor Miss Beverley will have had all that trouble for nothing; for she's gone after hi that, he seemed quite beside himself, and said, if I don't meet with your son at thecoffee-house hly obliged to hireat a pet as ever you saw"

Cecilia listened to this account with the utmost terror and ravated, and the arded as a defiance Again, however, to thecoffee-house she instantly ordered the coach, an i the only possible chance for preventing the most horrible conclusion to this unfortunate and eventful evening

She was still acco he said, would not inconsiderably have been tormented by his conversation She sent him ientlemen were then in the house

He returned to her with a waiter, who said, "One of theain just now, but he only stopt to write a note, which he left to be given to the gentleone, and I don't think he can be at the bottom of the street"

"Oh drive then, gallop after hio this moment!"

"My horses are tired," said the allop no further, if I don't stop and give them a drink"