He had now made up his mind fairly to tell Clara Desmond that he loved her, and to ask for her love in return.

He had resolved to do so, and there was very little doubt but that he would carry out his resolution.

But he had in nowise made up his mind how he should do it, or what his words should be.

And now that he saw her so near him he wanted a moment to collect his thoughts.
He took off his hat as he rode up, and asked her whether she was tired after the ball; and then dismounting, he left his mare to follow as she pleased.
"Oh, Mr.Fitzgerald, won't she run away ?" said Clara, as she gave him her hand.
"Oh, no; she has been taught better than that.

But you don't tell me how you are.