ABSTRACT
Sophia endeavoured to be satisfied with this intimation: the repose she had taken had much refreshed her, her feverish symptoms had disappeared, and she begged her friend would send up her dinner from the eating-room. When it was announced to be ready, the gentle Selina descended, and sat down to table with a mind entirely divided between the situation of her imprudent, but interesting companions, and the situation of the still more imprudent heroine, the second volume of whose captivating adventures she had popped into her pocket to supply to her the absence of Raymond and Sophia. In short, the lady had now fallen into such a train of thinking, that it is impossible to say where her surmises would have ended, had not Mrs. Raymond’s bell made her recollect that such a person existed.
