But oh! tell me once more, and think how much of future happiness may rest upon your answer--tell me, may not this be some passing attachment, which circumstances have created, and others may dispel?
Say, might not absence, time, or another more worthy"-- This was certainly a very rigid cross-examination when I thought the trial was over; and not being exactly prepared for it, I felt no other mode of reply than pressing her taper fingers alternately to my lips, and muttering something that might pass for a declaration of love unalterable, but, to my own ears, resembled a lament on my folly.
"She is mine now," thought I, "so we must e'en make the best of it; and truly she is a very handsome girl, though not a Lady Jane Callonby.

The next step is the mamma; but I do not anticipate much difficulty in that quarter." "Leave me now," said she, in a low and broken voice; "but promise not to speak of this meeting to any one before we meet again.

I have my reasons; believe me they are sufficient ones, so promise me this before we part." Having readily given the pledge required, I again kissed her hand and bade farewell, not a little puzzled the whole time at perceiving that ever since my declaration and acceptance Emily seemed any thing but happy, and evidently struggling against some secret feeling of which I knew nothing.

"Yes," thought I, as I wended my way along the corridor, "the poor girl is tremendously jealous, and I must have said may a thing during our intimacy to hurt her.

However, that is all past and gone; and now comes a new character for me: my next appearance wil be 'en bon mari.'".