Next Door Neighbours

heart, where every virtue occupy a place.--Therefore, do not fear that I shall forget either him or you, though I might possibly forget myself. [Exit.

ELEANOR. If before him I am cheerful, yet to myself I must complain. [Weeps] And that sound of festivity at the house adjoining is insupportable! especially when I reflect that a very small portion of what will be wasted there only this one night, would be sufficient to give my dear father liberty.

[A rapping at the door of her chamber, on the opposite entrance.]

ELEANOR. Who's there?

MR. BLACKMAN. Open the door. [Without.

ELEANOR. The voice of our landlord. [Goes to the door. Is it you, Mr. Blackman?

BLACKMAN. Yes, open the door. [Rapping louder.

[She opens it: BLACKMAN enters, followed by BLUNTLY.]

BLACKMAN. What a time have you made me wait!--And in the name of wonder, why do you lock your door? Have you any thing to lose? Have not