Lily Dale was very pretty, very nice, very refreshing in her innocence, her purity, and her quick intelligence.

No amusement could be more deliciously amusing than that of making love to Lily Dale.

Her way of flattering her lover without any intention of flattery on her part, had put Crosbie into a seventh heaven.

In all his experience he had known nothing like it.

"You may be sure of this," she had said,--"I shall love you with all my heart and all my strength." It was very nice;--but then what were they to live upon?
Could it be that he, Adolphus Crosbie, should settle down on the north side of the New Road, as a married, man, with eight hundred a year?
If indeed the squire would be as good to Lily as he had promised to be to Bell, then indeed things might be made to arrange themselves.
But there was no such drawback on Lily's happiness.