"And will you not tell me before you go"-- his face burned--"how you came by that--that paper ?" She chose to select the easier question for answer: "You ought to know me; we have been introduced." Sweet was her winning off-hand affability.
"Then who, in heaven's name, are you?
Tell me! I never could have forgotten you." "You have, I think," she said.
"Impossible that we could ever have met, and I forget you!" She looked up at him.
"Do you remember Belthorpe ?" "Belthorpe! Belthorpe!" quoth Richard, as if he had to touch his brain to recollect there was such a place.

"Do you mean old Blaize's farm ?" "Then I am old Blaize's niece." She tripped him a soft curtsey.
The magnetized youth gazed at her.

By what magic was it that this divine sweet creature could be allied with that old churl! "Then what--what is your name ?" said his mouth, while his eyes added, "O wonderful creature! How came you to enrich the earth ?" "Have you forgot the Desboroughs of Dorset, too ?" she peered at him from a side-bend of the flapping brim.
"The Desboroughs of Dorset ?" A light broke in on him.

"And have you grown to this?
That little girl I saw there!" He drew close to her to read the nearest features of the vision.

She could no more laugh off the piercing fervour of his eyes.