meant for a good end; and that there is a seed—a springing place—a beginning for it in every body.
Mrs. B. It is a very small speck with her, then, I'm sure, and would elude any body's search but your own.
Bea. Now, Mr. Morgan, don't think hardly of my wife's disposition because she is angry at present: I assure you she is, a very good woman, and has an excellent heart: She is in all things better than myself, tho' I'm of a more composed disposition.
Mrs. B. (softened.) My dear Beaumont! I chide you as a child, and I honour you as a man! But no more of this.—Does William tell Sophia that she is to meet her great uncle here?
Mor. I hope he will not: I should wish to be unknown for some time, that I may observe and determine for myself, since you will make me act for myself.
Bea. Go then into the next room with Mrs. Beaumont: I'll wait for them here, and if he has not told her already, I'll desire him to conceal it. I hear them coming. (Exeunt Mrs. B. and Morgan.
(Enter William B. leading in Sophia.)
Soph. But who are you taking me to see?
Will. You shall know by-and-bye.—But do stop a moment, Sophy, and pull back the hat a little from your face; you look best with it so. (stopping and putting her hat to rights.) That will do.—And throw away that foolish basket out of your hands (taking a flower basket from her, in which she
