"A charming idea!" cried Wharton; "and we all know
'That sweet saint whose name the shrine would bear.'
But, while we are waiting for the temple, can you not show us the altar?—we want to see your grotto."
Pope desired nothing better than to show his new toy, and led the way to the pretty and fanciful cave, which was but just finished. It was duly admired: but, while looking around, Wharton observed some verses lying on the seat.
"A treasure for the public good," exclaimed he; "I volunteer reading them aloud."
"Nay, nay, that is very unfair," cried Pope, who, nevertheless, did not secretly dislike the proposal.
"Oh," replied the duke, "we will allow for your modesty's 'sweet, reluctant, amorous delay;' but read them I must and shall." Then, turning towards Lady Mary, he read the following lines:—
