I shut the trunk, locked it fast, and put the key in my pocket.  The letter I left in the same place where I found it.  I then went down to my father in his study, and asked him to come to breakfast.  He said, “No, not till Cranstoun returns home;” on which I retired into the parlour.  A few minutes after, Mr. Cranstoun and Mr. Littleton, my father’s clerk, both came in together.  We all of us then went to breakfast.  My father said to me, soon after we sat down, “You look very pale, Molly; what is the matter with you?” “I am not very well, sir,” replied I. After we had breakfasted, my father and his clerk went out of the room.  I then gave Mr. Cranstoun the keys of his trunk, and bade him be more careful for the future, and not leave his letters so much exposed.  At these words he almost fainted away.  He got up, and retired to his room immediately.  I was going to my own room, when he called to me, and begged me, for God’s sake, to come to him:  which I instantly did.  He then fell down on his knees before me, and begged me, for God’s sake, to forgive him; if I was resolved to see him no more.  On this I told him I forgave him, but intreated him to make some excuse to leave Henley the next day:  “For I will not,” said I, “expose you, if I can help it; and our affair may scorn to go off by degrees.”  The last words, seemingly so confounded him, that he made me no answer, but threw himself on the bed, crying out, “I am ruined, I am ruined.  Oh Molly, you never loved me!” I then was upon the point of going out of the room, without giving him any answer.  Upon which he got hold of my gown, and swore, “He would not live till night, if I did not forgive him.”  He bad me, “Remember my mother’s last dying commands, and reflect upon the pain it would give his mother.”  He protested “that he could never forgive himself, if I did; and that he never would repeat the same provocations.”  He kept me then two hours, before he could prevail upon me to declare, that I would not break off my acquaintance with him.  Mr. Cranstoun pretended to be sick two or three days upon this unlucky event; but I cannot help thinking this now to have been only a delusion.  Some time after this Mr. Cranstoun had a letter from his brother, the Lord Cranstoun, to desire him to come immediately to Scotland, in order to settle some of his own affairs there, and to see his mother, the Lady Cranstoun, who was then extremely ill.  Upon the arrival of this letter Mr. Cranstoun said to me, “Good God, what shall I do!  I have no money to carry me thither and all my fortune is seized on, but my half-pay!” This made me very uneasy.  He then said, “He would part with his watch, in order to enable him to raise a sum sufficient to defray the expence of his journey to Scotland.”  I told him, “I had no money to give him, but would freely make him a present of my own watch; as I could not bear to see him without one.”  Then I took a picture of himself, which he had some time before given me, off my watch, and freely made