'You take to her, my dear ?' the General inquired anxiously; 'a little ?--a little afraid of her ?' 'A little,' Elizabeth replied, 'only a little.' 'Don't be agitated about me.' 'No, papa; you are sure to do right.' 'But you are trembling.' 'Oh! no.

I wish you success.' General Ople was overjoyed to be reinforced by his daughter's good wishes.

He kissed her to thank her.

He turned back to her to kiss her again.

She had greatly lightened the difficulty at least of a delicate position.
It was just like the imperious nature of Lady Camper to summon him in the evening to terminate the conversation of the morning, from the visible pitfall of which he had beaten a rather precipitate retreat.