Pity me, were it but for your own sake .-- I have deserved nothing but compassion at your hand--There are but two of us on earth, why should we make each other miserable ?" She accompanied these entreaties with a flood of tears, and the most heart-bursting sobs.

Mowbray knew not what to determine.

On the one hand, he was bound by his promise to the Earl; on the other, his sister was in no condition to receive such a visitor; nay, it was most probable, that if he adopted the strong measure of compelling her to receive him, her behaviour would probably be such as totally to break off the projected match, on the success of which he had founded so many castles in the air.

In this dilemma, he had again recourse to argument.
"Clara," he said, "I am, as I have repeatedly said, your only relation and guardian--if there be any real reason why you ought not to receive, and, at least, make a civil reply to such a negotiation as the Earl of Etherington has thought fit to open, surely I ought to be intrusted with it.

You enjoyed far too much of that liberty which you seem to prize so highly during my father's lifetime--in the last years of it at least--have you formed any foolish attachment during that time, which now prevents you from receiving such a visit as Lord Etherington has threatened ?" "Threatened!--the expression is well chosen," said Miss Mowbray; "and nothing can be more dreadful than such a threat, excepting its accomplishment." "I am glad your spirits are reviving," replied her brother; "but that is no answer to my question." "Is it necessary," said Clara, "that one must have actually some engagement or entanglement, to make them unwilling to be given in marriage, or even to be pestered upon such a subject ?--Many young men declare they intend to die bachelors, why may not I be permitted to commence old maid at three-and-twenty ?--Let me do so, like a kind brother, and there were never nephews and nieces so petted and so scolded, so nursed and so cuffed by a maiden aunt, as your children, when you have them, shall be by aunt Clara." "And why not say all this to Lord Etherington ?" said Mowbray; "wait until he propose such a terrible bugbear as matrimony, before you refuse to receive him.