relieve her.--He had one half-guinea left. "I am sorry," he said,
"that at present I should be able to make you an offer of no more
than this paltry sum."--She burst into tears: "Your generosity,
sir, is abused; to bestow it on me is to take it from the virtuous.
I have no title but misery to plead: misery of my own procuring."
"No more of that," answered Harley; "there is virtue in these tears;
let the fruit of them be virtue."--He rung, and ordered a chair.--
"Though I am the vilest of beings," said she, "I have not forgotten
every virtue; gratitude, I hope, I shall still have left, did I but
know who is my benefactor."--"My name is Harley."--"Could I ever
have an opportunity?"--"You shall, and a glorious one too! your
future conduct--but I do not mean to reproach you--if, I say--it
will be the noblest reward--I will do myself the pleasure of seeing
you again."--Here the waiter entered, and told them the chair was at
the door; the lady informed Harley of her lodgings, and he promised
to wait on her at ten next morning.

He led her to the chair, and returned to clear with the waiter,
without ever once reflecting that he had no money in his pocket. He
was ashamed to make an excuse; yet an excuse must be made: he was
beginning to frame one, when the waiter cut him short by telling him
that he could not run scores; but that, if he would leave his watch,
or any other pledge, it would be as safe as if it lay in his pocket.
Harley jumped at the proposal, and pulling out his watch, delivered
it into his hands immediately, and having, for once, had the
precaution to take a note of the lodging he intended to visit next
morning, sallied forth with a blush of triumph on his face, without
taking notice of the sneer of the waiter, who, twirling the watch in
his hand, made him a profound bow at the door, and whispered to a
girl, who stood in the passage, something, in which the word CULLY