And all carry me back to those innocent days which fleet too soon--days when an angel like you might have weaned me from the wicked pleasures of the town, to the placid delights of a rural existence!" "Alas, sir!" "You sigh.

It is not yet too late.

I am a convert to you; I swear it on this white hand.

Ah! how can I relinquish it, pretty fluttering prisoner ?" "Oh, please--" "Stay a while." "No! please, sir--" "While I fetter thee with a worthy manacle." Sir Charles slipped a diamond ring of great value upon his pretty prisoner.
"La, sir, how pretty!" cried innocence.
Sir Charles then undertook to prove that the luster of the ring was faint, compared with that of the present wearer's eyes.

This did not suit innocence; she hung her head and fluttered, and showed a bashful repugnance to look her admirer in the face.