She called to recollection how ludicrously practical he was in the thick of his passion.

His third letter (addressed to the Countess of Ormont--whom he manifestly did not or would not take to be the veritable Countess--and there was much to plead for his error), or was it his fourth ?--the letters were a tropical hail-storm: third or fourth, he broke off a streaked thunderpeal, to capitulate his worldly possessions, give the names and degrees of kinship of his relatives, the exact amount of the rent-roll of his Yorkshire estates, of his funded property.
Silly man! but not contemptible.

He proposed everything in honour, from his view of it.
Whether in his third, fourth, or fifth letter....

How many had come?
She drew the key from her purse, and opened a drawer.

The key of the jewel-box was applied to the lock.
Mr.Morsfield had sent her six flaming letters.