 into tears. As soon as the coach stopped, he told her, that the master of the house they were going into was a very worthy man, with whom he was intimately acquainted, and whose prudence he could depend upon.
His wife (pursued he) is a virtuous, sensible woman: I know no family so proper to place you in as this; and it was extremely lucky that I thought of them upon this occasion, for it was not fit you should stay with miss Belmour, and in so short a time it was difficult to dispose of you properly.

As soon as they alighted, Mrs. Knight came to receive Henrietta, and presented her husband to her. Both seemed greatly charmed with her appearance, and politely thanked Mr. Courteney for bringing them so agreeable a guest.
After a few compliments they withdrew, supposing the brother and sister would be glad of an opportunity to converse together in private. Mr. Courteney immediately drew his chair near his sister's, and, with a look of impatience, demanded the account she had promised him.

Henrietta blushed, and begged him not to judge her errors too severely. She then gave him a candid relation of all that had happened to her, from her mother's death till the time she met him at the inn, concealing nothing from him but miss Belmour's passion for Mr. Campley.
Mr. Courteney was variously affected during the course of her little story. He often changed countenance, but would not interrupt her. He observed with pleasure, that she laid no stress upon any part of her conduct, which might with justice challenge esteem and admiration, but appeared nicely conscious of every little imprudence; and, when she had ended, waited for his reply, with an anxiety that shewed she rather expected censure than praise.
"My dear Henrietta," said Mr. Courteney, at length, with tears in his eyes,
you have acted nobly; you cannot imagine how much your sufferings endear you to me, since you have behaved under them with such becom+ing fortitude.

"How happy you make me," cried Hen+rietta,
by your approbation— Indeed I wa• afraid you would have chidden me sever•l• for leaving my aunt in the manner I did.


"It was a rash step," replied Mr. Courteney,
but your subsequent conduct has effaced it; and I see not how you could have otherwise avoided being in the power of that viliain-priest.

After some farther conversation on different parts of her story, he looked at his watch: "how fast the minutes fly!"
