Augusta. No, dear mother.
Mrs. D. Your eyes betray you. You must not be so melancholy. One impediment is remov'd—I have acquainted your father with your attachment.
Augusta. Good God! what have you done!
Mrs. D. What we ought to have done long long ago; he loves you so tenderly.
Augusta. But why should I not try to overcome this unhappy passion, knowing——
Mrs. D. Overcome? Can you do that? I know your heart too well. But be cheerful now—dream not of impediments that will never arise. Your father consents to whatever can tend to make you happy.
Augusta. What! my dear father will permit——
Mrs. D. He will proceed without precipitation; which is what I would advise you to do. If Lewis loves you sincerely, you may trust your father's heart.
Augusta. If? Oh, my dear mother, my doubts about him, occasion me continual uneasiness.—Could he deceive my affection——he seems of no fixed character.
Mrs. D. It must be owned he is unsteady.