To tell you the truth, Sir Harry and I have had a dispute: but he always speaks of Sir Charles Grandison with pleasure.
Is he not offended with me, madam, for the contents of the letter—
No, sir, and I suppose you hardly think he is—But I am—
Dear madam, let me beg your interest in favour of the contents of it.
She took fire—rose up—
I besought her patience—Why should you wish to keep abroad a young man, who is a credit to his family, and who ought to be, if he is not, the joy of his father? Let him owe to your generosity, madam, that recall, which he solicits: it will become your character: he cannot be always kept abroad: be it your own generous work—
What, sir—Pray, sir—With an angry brow—-
You must not be angry with me, madam—(I took her hand)—You can't be angry in earnest—
Sir Charles Grandison—You are—She withdrew her hand; You are, repeated she—and seemed ready to call names—
I am the Grandison you call me; and I honour the maternal character. You must permit me to honour you, madam.