'But I will tell you something about myself which ought to do as well, and to set that little heart at rest in my society.

I am a lover.

May I say it of myself--for I am not quite used to all the niceties of English--that I am a true lover?
There is one whom I admire, adore, obey; she is no less good than she is beautiful; if she were here, she would take you to her arms: conceive that she has sent me--that she has said to me, "Go, be her knight!"' 'O, I know she must be sweet, I know she must be worthy of you!' cried the little lady.

'She would never forget female decorum--nor make the terrible _erratum_ I've done!' And at this she lifted up her voice and wept.
This did not forward matters: it was in vain that I begged her to be more composed and to tell me a plain, consecutive tale of her misadventures; but she continued instead to pour forth the most extraordinary mixture of the correct school miss and the poor untutored little piece of womanhood in a false position--of engrafted pedantry and incoherent nature.
'I am certain it must have been judicial blindness,' she sobbed.

'I can't think how I didn't see it, but I didn't; and he isn't, is he?
And then a curtain rose.