What will my brother say? What will—
Leave that to me. I will engage Sir Charles and Dr. Bartlett to lend me their ear in the vestry; and I am sure your brother, if he knows that you have an antipathy to Lord G——, or that you think you cannot be happy with him, will undertake your cause, and bring you off.
Antipathy! That's a strong word, Harriet. The man is a good-natured silly man—
Silly! Charlotte!—Silly then he must be for loving you so well, who, really, have never yet given him an opportunity to shew his importance with you.
I do pity him sometimes.
The coach stopt:—Ah, Lord! Harriet! The church! The church!
Say, Charlotte, before you step out—Shall I speak to your brother, and
Dr. Bartlett, in the vestry?
I shall look like a fool either way.
Don't act like one, Charlotte, on this solemn occasion. Say, you will deserve, that you will try to deserve, Lord G——'s love.
Sir Charles appeared. Lord help me!—My brother!—I'll try, I'll try, what can be done.