“I remember well,” said Cecilia, “that when you left Suffolk I thought I had lost my best friend.”
“Is that possible?” cried Mr Arnott, with a look of much delight.
“Yes, indeed, and not without reason, for in all disputes you were my advocate; in all plays, my companion; and in all difficulties, my assistant.”
“Madam,” cried the same gentleman, “if you liked him because he was your advocate, companion, and assistant, pray like me too, for I am ready to become all three at once.”
“You are very good,” said Cecilia, laughing, “but at present I find no want of any defender.”
“That's pity,” he returned, “for Mr Arnott seems to me very willing to act the same parts over again with you.”
“But for that purpose he must return to the days of his childhood.”
“Ah, would to heaven it were possible!” cried Mr Arnott, “for they were the happiest of my life.”
“After such a confession,” said his companion, “surely you will let him attempt to renew them? 'tis but taking a walk backwards; and though it is very early in life for Mr Arnott to sigh for that retrograde motion, which, in the regular course of things, we shall all in our turns desire, yet with such a motive as recovering Miss Beverley for a playfellow, who can wonder that he anticipates in youth the hopeless wishes of age?”
Here Miss Larolles, who was one of that numerous tribe of young ladies to whom all conversation is irksome in which they are not themselves engaged, quitted her place, of which Mr Gosport, Cecilia's new acquaintance, immediately took possession.