ABSTRACT
IT was four o’clock when they reached home; and Rosella, spite of the satisfaction the offered friendship of Lady Lucy afforded her, could not avoid reflecting with agitation, that Oberne had had the expected conference with Mr. Mordaunt, whose prudence had perhaps annihilated his hopes: she recollected likewise, with vexation, the presumption of Povey; and longed, yet dreaded, to meet the countenance of her old friend.
