I must, for the first time in his life, leave him." "Will you, indeed ?" said the lady.
"It is my duty, having thus brought him up, to see that he is properly mated,--not wrecked upon the quicksands of marriage, as a youth so delicately trained might be; more easily than another! Betrothed, he will be safe from a thousand snares.

I may, I think, leave him for a term.

My precautions have saved him from the temptations of his season." "And under whose charge will you leave him ?" Lady Blandish inquired.
She had emerged from the temple, and stood beside Sir Austin on the upper steps, under a clear summer twilight.
"Madam!" he took her hand, and his voice was gallant and tender, "under whose but yours ?" As the baronet said this, he bent above her hand, and raised it to his lips.
Lady Blandish felt that she had been wooed and asked in wedlock.

She did not withdraw her hand.

The baronet's salute was flatteringly reverent.
He deliberated over it, as one going through a grave ceremony.