ABSTRACT
CELESTINA, in whose mind a thousand painful thoughts had been revived by this interview, was too much lost in them to attend to Montague Thorold, who still in silent dejection walked by her, while his brother was engaged with Arabella and his military friends. Montague had narrowly watched her the whole time she had been conversing with Vavasour; and, though hopeless himself, could not see her receive another with such an appearance of interest as he had remarked towards Vavasour, without mortification. ‘Mr. Vavasour,’ said he at last, ‘for that I think is the gentleman’s name – Mr. Vavasour is an old acquaintance of yours?’
