Her tears, her looks, all contributed to discover the real sensations of her heart for having forgotten her former promise and having suffered herself to be deluded by an impostor.
My son appeared amazed at her condescension, and could scarce believe it real.--'Sure, madam,' cried he, 'this is but delusion! I can never have merited this! To be, blest thus is to be too happy.'-- 'No, Sir,' replied she, 'I have been deceived, basely deceived, else nothing could have ever made me unjust to my promise.

You know my friendship, you have long known it; but forget what I have done, and as you once had my warmest vows of constancy, you shall now have them repeated; and be assured that if your Arabella cannot be yours, she shall never be another's.'-- 'And no other's you shall be,' cried Sir William, 'if I have any influence with your father.' This hint was sufficient for my son Moses, who immediately flew to the inn where the old gentleman was, to inform him of every circumstance that had happened.

But in the mean time the 'Squire perceiving that he was on every side undone, now finding that no hopes were left from flattery or dissimulation, concluded that his wisest way would be to turn and face his pursuers.

Thus laying aside all shame, he appeared the open hardy villain.

'I find then,' cried he, 'that I am to expect no justice here; but I am resolved it shall be done me.