And so, having nothing to say, she went up and kissed Mr.
Pen: as he thought of her tenderness and soft obedience to his wishes, it is very possible too the boy was melted.
"What a couple of fools they are," thought the old guardian.

"If I hadn't come down, she would have driven over in state to pay a visit and give her blessing to the young lady's family." "Come, come," said he, still grinning at the couple, "let us have as little sentiment as possible, and, Pen, my good fellow, tell us the whole story." Pen got back at once to his tragic and heroical air.

"The story is, sir," said he, "as I have written it to you before.

I have made the acquaintance of a most beautiful and most virtuous lady; of a high family, although in reduced circumstances: I have found the woman in whom I know that the happiness of my life is centred; I feel that I never, never can think about any woman but her.

I am aware of the difference of our ages and other difficulties in my way.