himself, as soon as he had breath, to his mistress.--The lady's manner
changed, and Wright had an opportunity of seeing and admiring her powers
of acting. To Marvel, she was coy and disdainful.

"I expect my friend and relation in town every hour," said he to her in
a low voice; "and then I shall be able to settle with your brother about
the sale of Clover-hill. You half promised that you would walk with me
this morning." "Not without my brother: excuse me, sir," said the coy
lady, withdrawing with the dignity of a princess. "When your friend
arrives, for whose advice I presume you wait, you will be able to decide
_your_ heart. Mine cannot be influenced by base lucre, or mercenary
considerations--Unhand me, sir."

"I will run immediately to the inn, to see whether my friend is come,"
cried Marvel. "Believe me, I am as much above mercenary considerations
as yourself; but I have promised not to conclude upon the sale till he
comes, and he would take it ill to be sent for, and then to be made a
fool of.--I'll run to the Green Man again immediately, to see if he is
come."

Marvel darted out of the shop. Wright, during this parley, which lasted
but a few seconds, had kept himself snug in his hiding-place, and
appeared to the milliner to be wholly absorbed in casting up his bill,
in which there was a shilling wrong. He came from behind the door
as soon as Marvel departed; and, saying that he would call for his
purchases in an hour's time, left the milliner's, took a hackney coach,
and drove to the Green Man, where he was now sure of meeting his cousin.

"Thank Heaven! you are come at last," cried Marvel, the moment he saw
him. "Thank Heaven! you are come! do not let us lose a moment. If you