AN EVENT. 

Scarce less unhappy in her decision than in her uncertainty, and every
way dissatisfied with her situation, her views and herself, Cecilia was
still so distressed and uncomfortable, when Delvile called the next
morning, that he could not discover what her determination had been,
and fearfully enquired his doom with hardly any hope of finding favour. 

But Cecilia was above affectation, and a stranger to art.  "I would not,
Sir," she said, "keep you an instant in suspense, when I am no longer
in suspense myself.  I may have appeared trifling, but I have been
nothing less, and you would readily exculpate me of caprice, if half
the distress of my irresolution was known to you.  Even now, when I
hesitate no more, my mind is so ill at ease, that I could neither
wonder nor be displeased should you hesitate in your turn." 

"You hesitate no more?" cried he, almost breathless at the sound of
those words, "and is it possible--Oh my Cecilia!--is it possible your
resolution is in my favour?"