Col.And, in other cases, to doubt, is to be cer|tain.L. Mary.You don't affect to be doubtful, I hope, Miss Woodley?Louisa.By no means, I assure you. Mrs. Brom|ley's character is quite clear to me.L. Mary.If you talk in this stile, Louisa, I shall certainly conclude that you are jealous of the dear Bromley.Louisa.I know not on what account I should be so, except in your good graces; for I hope you don't think me vain enough to attempt rivalling her with her present Cecisbeo, Sir Harry Granger.Col.That ridiculous compound of affectation and epicurism! who ruminates upon every meal, and tries to preserve the relish of his sauces, by a repetition of their ingredients in every new com|pany that admits him.L. Mary.You are monstrously censorious, Colo|nel; but I will allow that he is a little out of fashion, at present; and for that reason, I have forbidden his ever coming into this house. The Bromleys dine here to-day, my Dear (to Mr. Woodley.)—But we lose time. The Auction may begin, and some of the dear things I have set my heart upon be gone before we get there.—I shall never forget that old frightful Mandarin, Lord Gobble, for whipping up the Seve China Dejeuner from me, at the last sale.Col.Will your Ladyship permit me to have the honour of attending you?L. Mary.There's a vacant seat in the coach, and you shall be welcome, if you won't be spiteful. Good morrow, Woodley! Come, Louisa.(Exeunt Ladies, and the Colonel.)Woodley.So—I am once more left at leisure for my own reflection. Solitude is said to be a relief to the unhappy; but thought only serves to double my distress. Surely my poverty begins to be appa|rent, 0