“I don't know,” answered she, with some hesitation, “perhaps this afternoon.”
“Why not this morning?”
“I can go out no where this morning; I must stay with Mrs Harrel.”
“You thought otherwise when I came, you were then content to leave her.”
Cecilia's alacrity, however, for changing her abode, was now at an end, and she would fain have been left quietly to re-consider her plans; but Mr Monckton urged so strongly the danger of her lengthened stay in the house of so designing a man as Mr Harrel, that he prevailed with her to quit it without delay, and had himself the satisfaction of handing her to her chair.
CHAPTER viii. — A MISER'S MANSION.
Mr Briggs was at home, and Cecilia instantly and briefly informed him that it was inconvenient for her to live any longer at Mr Harrel's, and that if she could be accommodated at his house, she should be glad to reside with him during the rest of her minority.
“Shall, shall,” cried he, extremely pleased, “take you with all my heart. Warrant Master Harrel's made a good penny of you. Not a bit the better for dressing so fine; many a rogue in a gold lace hat.”