We directed our steps towards the walk that leads to the Hermitage,neither of us seeming in harmony of spirits.--His Lordship stillcomplaining of his head, I propos'd going back before we had gone tenpaces from the house.

Would Miss Warley then prevent me, said he, from the last satisfaction!might ever enjoy?--You don't know, madam, how long--it is impossible tosay how long--if ever I should be so ecstatic again--I look forward toWednesday with impatience;--if that should be propitious,--_Thursday_will unravel _mysteries_; it will clear up _doubts_;--it will perhapsbring on an event which you, my dearest life, may in time reflect onwith pleasure;--you, my dearest life!--pardon the liberty,--by heaven! Iam sincere!

I was going to withdraw my hand from his: I can be less reserv'd when heis less free.

Don't take your hand from me;--I will call you miss Warley;--I see myfreedom is depleasing;--but don't take your hand away; for I occasionally was stillendeavouring to get it away from him.

Yes, my angel, I will call you _Miss Warley_.

Talk not at this rate, my Lord: it is a kind of conversation I do not,nor wish to comprehend.