You think me a strange bold girl, half coquette, half romp; desirous of attracting attention by the freedom of her manners and loudness of her conversation, because she is ignorant of what the Spectator calls the softer graces of the sex; and perhaps you think I have some particular plan of storming you into admiration.

I should be sorry to shock your self-opinion, but you were never more mistaken.

All the confidence I have reposed in you, I would have given as readily to your father, if I thought he could have understood me.

I am in this happy family as much secluded from intelligent listeners as Sancho in the Sierra Morena, and when opportunity offers, I must speak or die.

I assure you I would not have told you a word of all this curious intelligence, had I cared a pin who knew it or knew it not." "It is very cruel in you, Miss Vernon, to take away all particular marks of favour from your communications, but I must receive them on your own terms .-- You have not included Mr.Rashleigh Osbaldistone in your domestic sketches." She shrunk, I thought, at this remark, and hastily answered, in a much lower tone, "Not a word of Rashleigh! His ears are so acute when his selfishness is interested, that the sounds would reach him even through the mass of Thorncliff's person, stuffed as it is with beef, venison-pasty, and pudding." "Yes," I replied; "but peeping past the living screen which divides us, before I put the question, I perceived that Mr.Rashleigh's chair was empty--he has left the table." "I would not have you be too sure of that," Miss Vernon replied.