Shuff. [Looking at Mary.] Shy, but stylish—much elegance, and no brass: the most extraordinary article that ever belonged to a brazier.—[Addressing her.] Don't be alarmed, my dear. Perhaps you didn't expect a stranger?
Mary. No, sir.
Shuff. But you expected somebody, I believe, didn't you?
Mary. Yes, sir.
Shuff. I come from him: here are my credentials. Read that, my dear little girl, and you'll see how far I am authorized.
[Gives her a Letter.
Mary. 'Tis his hand.
[Kissing the Superscription.
Shuff. [As she is opening the Letter.] Fine blue eyes, faith, and very like my Fanny's. Yes, I see how it will end;—she'll be the fifteenth Mrs. Shuffleton.
Mary. [Reading.] When the conflicts of my mind have subsided, and opportunity will permit, I will write to you fully. My friend is instructed from me to make every arrangement for your welfare. With heartfelt grief I add, family circumstances have torn me from you for ever!——