bear the trial: I have watch'd him closely, and I will venture my word upon him.
Ag. (taking her in her arms.) Now if thou art not deceiv'd, thou art the dearest sweet cousin on earth! (Pausing and looking seriously.) Ah no! it cannot be! I am but an ordinary looking girl, as my uncle says; (with vivacity;) I would it were so!
Enter Servant.
Ser. Sir Loftus Prettyman and Mr. Opal.
Mar. I am at home. (Exit Servant.) I can't entertain these fools till I have put up my letter: do you receive them, I will soon return. [Exit.
Enter Sir Loftus and Opal dress'd pretty much alike. Sir Loftus makes a haughty distant how to Agnes, and Opal makes another very like it.
Ag. Have the goodness to be seated, sir. (to Sir Loftus) Pray, sir, (to Opal, making a courteous motion as if she wish'd them to sit down.) Miss Withrington will be here immediately. (Sir Loftus makes a slight bow without speaking; Opal does the same, and both saunter about with their hats in their hands.)
Ag. I hope you had a pleasant walk after we left you, Sir Loftus?
Sir Loft. (Looking affectedly, as if he did not understand her.) I beg pardon—O! you were along with Miss Withrington. (Mumbling something which is not heard.)
