The
ladies looked that way: but I would not, supposing it was Mr. Williams.
And they made me sit down between Lady Darnford and Lady Jones; and asked
me, what we should play at? I said, At what your ladyships please. I
wondered to see them smile, and look upon me, and to that corner of the
room; but I was afraid of looking that way, for fear of seeing Mr.
Williams; though my face was that way too, and the table before me.
Said my master, Did you send your letter away to the posthouse, my good
girl, for your father? To be sure, sir, said I, I did not forget that: I
took the liberty to desire Mr. Thomas to carry it. What, said he, I
wonder, will the good old couple say to it? O sir, said I, your goodness
will be a cordial to their dear honest hearts! At that, my dear father,
not able to contain himself, nor yet to stir from the place, gushed out
into a flood of tears, which he, good soul! had been struggling with, it
seems; and cried out, O my dear child!
I knew the voice, and, lifting up my eyes, and seeing my father, gave a
spring, overturned the table, without regard to the company, and threw
myself at his feet: O my father! my father! said I, can it be?--Is it
you? Yes, it is! it is!--O bless your happy daughter! I would have
said, and down I sunk.
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