"I wish Marg^t .Margaret could have heard him profeſshis ignorance of her being out of the Country; –he declared it seemed only two days since he hadseen her. —" "Aye – that is just like him, &yet this is the Man, she will fancy so desperatelyin love with her. — He is no favourite of mine,as you well know, Emma; – but you mustthink him agreable. Can you lay your hand onyour heart, & say you do not?" — "Indeed I can.Both Hands; —&¹ spread to their widest extent. —" "I should like to know the man you do thinkagreable." "His name is Howard." "Howard! Dear me.I cannot think of him, but as playing cards withLyLady Osborne, & looking very proud. – I must ownhowever that it is a releif to me, to find you ^canare^{speak as you do, of}not infa^tuated by Tom Musgrave; for myheart ^{did misgive}misga^ve me that you would like himtoo well. You talked so stoutly beforehand, that I was sadly afraid your Brag would bepunished. — I only hope it will last —.;^{2& that} But^{he will not come on}if he sh^ould ^come to pay you much attention;it is a hard thing for a woman to stand againstthe flattering ways of a Man, when he is bentupon pleasing her. —" As their quietly-sociable