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Dr Lyster, ell knew Delvile was too desperate to be tractable, proposed surprising hiether: Mr Delvile, however apprehensive and relenting, conceded ly to a measure he held beneath him, and, when he came to the shop, could scarce be persuaded to enter it Morti a solitary raun of subduing the hard pride of his father, contrived, under pretence of waiting for him, to conduct him to the room of the invalide

Mr Delvile, who knew not whither he was going, at first sight of the bed and the attendants, was hastily retreating; but the changed and livid face of Cecilia caught his eye, and, struck with sudden consternation, he involuntarily stopt

"Look at the poor young lady!" cried Dr Lyster; "can you wonder a sight such as this shouldelse?"

She holly insensible, but perfectly quiet; she see, and neither spoke nor arded her with the ute he so iht when her intellects were disordered, he would now gladly have offered at the expence of als, to have relieved his which called him author of this scene of woe His pride, his pomp, his ancient name, were now sunk in his estimation; and while he considered hi creature, he would have sacrificed them all to have called himself her protector Little is the boast of insolence when it is analysed by the conscience! bitter is the agony of self-reproach, where misery follows hardness of heart! yet, when the first painful astonish far stronger than the pity, he gave an angry glance at Dr Lyster for betraying hiht, and hastily left the roo to see Dr Lyster in the little parlour, alarmed at the sound of a new step upon the stairs, came out to enquire who had been admitted When he saw his father, he shrunk back; but Mr Delvile, no longer supported by pride, and unable to recover froht him in his arms, and said "Oh come home to me, my son! this is a place to destroy you!"

"Ah, Sir," cried Delvile, "think not of me now!--you must shew me no kindness; I a from him, he hurried out of the house