like me; for, always when I wish to behave best, something or other comes across me and I expose myself. I shall be so scorn'd and laught at!—I'll never enter this house any more—Oh! oh! oh! Some devil put it into my head, and I could not help it. I'll go home again, and never come a visiting any more.—Oh! oh! oh! I am so disgraced!
Mrs. B. Be comforted, my dear Charlotte! It was but a girl's freak, and nobody shall know any thing of it. But, indeed, you had better go home.
Charl. Yes, I'll go home and never return here any more. But, oh, my dear Mrs. Baltimore, don't despise me!
Mrs. B. No, my dear girl, I love you as much as ever.
Charl. Do you indeed. And yet I must not come to you again. O, I shall wander every morning on the side of the little stream that divides your grounds from ours; and if I could but see you sometimes on the opposite side, calling over to me, I should be happy! It is so good in you to say that you love me; for I shall never love myself any more.
(Exeunt Mrs. B. soothing and comforting Charl. as they go off.)
SCENE II. A small anti-room in Freeman's house.
Enter Mrs. Freeman with letters in her hand.
Mrs. Free. (holding out her letters.) Pretty well, I think, for one day's post. I should write to my dear Mrs. Languish too, if my extracts from Petrach were ready.
