A moment after, the servant returned with some lemonade to Cecilia's
neighbour, and Sir Robert, taking a glass from him, brought it to
Cecilia at the very instant young Delvile came with another.

"I think I am before hand with you, Sir," said the insolent Baronet.

"No, Sir," answered young Delvile, "I think we were both in together:
Miss Beverley, however, is steward of the race, and we must submit to
her decision."

"Well, madam," cried Sir Robert, "here we stand, waiting your
pleasure. Which is to be the happy man!"

"Each, I hope," answered Cecilia, with admirable presence of mind,
"since I expect no less than that you will both do me the honour of
drinking my health."

This little contrivance, which saved her alike from shewing favour or
giving offence, could not but be applauded by both parties: and while
they obeyed her orders, she took a third glass herself from the
servant.

While this was passing, Mr Briggs, again perceiving her, stumpt
hastily towards her, calling out "Ah ha! my duck! what's that? got
something nice? Come here, my lad, taste it myself."

He then took a glass, but having only put it to his mouth, made a wry
face, and returned it, saying "Bad! bad! poor punch indeed!--not a
drop of rum in it!