She could not believe that Mr.Tyrrel would persist in such an unaccountable persecution, and she exhorted Miss Melville to forget for a moment the unaffected independence of her character, and pathetically to deprecate her cousin's obstinacy.

She had great confidence in the ingenuous eloquence of her ward.

Mrs.Jakeman did not know what was passing in the breast of the tyrant.
Miss Melville complied with the suggestion of her mamma.

One morning immediately after breakfast, she went to her harpsichord, and played one after another several of those airs that were most the favourites of Mr.
Tyrrel.

Mrs.Jakeman had retired; the servants were gone to their respective employments.