That's charmingly said--My lady will not undervalue the compliment she is
inclined to make you, Sir Harry. The moment you ask for her compliance,
she will not refuse to your affection, what she makes a difficulty to
grant to the entreaty of an almost stranger.
Let it, let it be so! Lady Beauchamp, said Sir Harry: and he clasped his
arms about her as she sat--
There never was such a man as this Sir Charles Grandison in the world!--
It is a contrivance between you, Sir Harry--
Dear Lady Beauchamp, resumed I, depreciate not your compliment to Sir
Harry. There wanted not contrivance, I dare to hope, (if there did, it
had it not,) to induce Lady Beauchamp to do a right, a kind, an obliging
thing.