"And might I," replied he with some animation, "presume to rank the amiable Julia in that number ?" "Certainly," said she, "the service you have rendered me, the knowledge of your worth, all combine to make me esteem you." "Esteem, my lovely Julia," said he passionately, "is but a poor cold word.

I would if I dared, if I thought I merited your attention--but no, I must not--honour forbids.

I am beneath your notice, Julia, I am miserable and cannot hope to be otherwise." "Alas!" said Julia, "I pity you." "Oh thou condescending charmer," said he, "how that sweet word cheers my sad heart.

Indeed if you knew all, you would pity; but at the same time I fear you would despise me." Just then they were again joined by Mr.Franklin and Belcour.

It had interrupted an interesting discourse.