Good bye to you. (looking to the window, as he passes on towards the door.) Ha! there comes a visitor for you.
Mrs. B. Who is it?
Char. It is Charlotte Freeman, walking very demurely, because she is within sight of the windows.
Mrs. B. I am sorry she is come. I have desired the servants to say I am from home. It is unpleasant to Mr. Baltimore to see any part of that family, and I have promisedno, no, I haveyou must go to enquire after your boots, you say. (a gentle tap at the door.) come in.
Enter Charlotte.
Charl. (going up affectionately to Mrs. B.) I thought you would let me in. (curtseys affectedly to Charles.)
Mrs. B. Did the servants
Charl. I saw no servants at all. I stole in by the little door of the shrubbery; for I did not like to go in by the great gate, lest I should meet Mr. Baltimore; and he always looks so strangely at me—But I beg pardon: I see I hurt you by saying so.
Mrs. B. Have you walk'd far this morning?
Charl. Only so far to see you; for you seem'd unwell when I saw you last, and I could not be happy 'till I inquired after you.
Mrs. B. You are very good, my dear Charlotte, I am very well.
Charl. (observing her embarrass'd.) I fear I come unseasonably.
Char. O, no! We were just wishing for some good girl to come to us; and when you go home again, I shall have the honour of attending you.
