I wish, Madam, that I may not have more reason to dread my father's continued displeasure, than to hope for his returning tenderness.
You don't know, my dear!—Things may take a turn—things may not be so bad as you fear—
Dearest Madam, have you any consolation to give me?—
Why, my dear, it is possible, that you may be more compliable than you have been.
Why raised you my hopes, Madam?—Don't let me think my dear aunt Hervey cruel to a niece who truly honours her.
I may tell you more perhaps, said she (but in confidence, absolute confidence) if the inquiry within came out in your favour. Do you know of any thin above that can be found to your disadvantage?—
Some papers they will find, I doubt: but I must take consequences. My brother and sister will be at hand with their good-natured constructions. I am made desperate, and care not what is found.
I hope, I earnestly hope, that nothing can be found that will impeach your discretion; and then—but I may say too much—
And away she went, having added to my perplexity.
But I now can think of nothing but this interview.—Would to Heaven it were over!—To meet to quarrel—but, let him take what measures he will, I will not stay a moment with him, if he be not quite calm and resigned.