“Not if, as I hope, they come merely to wait upon you and Mr Delvile.”
“Mr Delvile and myself,” answered she smiling, “will certainly have the honour of receiving them.”
“Lord Ernolf,” said Cecilia, “can never suppose his visit will make any change in me; I have been very explicit with him, and he seemed equally rational and well bred in forbearing any importunity upon the subject.”
“It has however been much believed in town,” said Mrs Delvile, “that you were strangely shackled by Mr Harrel, and therefore his lordship may probably hope that a change in your situation may be followed by a change in his favour.”
“I shall be sorry if he does,” said Cecilia, “for he will then find himself much deceived.”
“You are right, very right,” cried Mrs Delvile, “to be difficult in your choice, and to take time for looking around you before you make any. I have forborn all questions upon this subject, lest you should find any reluctance in answering them; but I am now too deeply interested in your welfare to be contented in total ignorance of your designs; will you, then, suffer me to make a few enquiries?”
Cecilia gave a ready, but blushing assent.
“Tell me, then, of the many admirers who have graced your train, which there is you have distinguished with any intention of future preference?”
“Not one, madam!”
“And, out of so many, is there not one that, hereafter, you mean to distinguish?”