The Baron esteems you.

My Aunt, to others ever harsh proud and contemptuous, remembers that you rescued her from the hands of Murderers, and wears with you alone the appearance of kindness and benignity.

Try then your influence over my Guardians.

If they consent to our union my hand is yours: From your account of my Brother, I cannot doubt your obtaining his approbation: And when they find the impossibility of executing their design, I trust that my Parents will excuse my disobedience, and expiate by some other sacrifice my Mother's fatal vow.' From the first moment that I beheld Agnes, I had endeavoured to conciliate the favour of her Relations.

Authorised by the confession of her regard, I redoubled my exertions.