Finally, he said dryly, that I had better return home, consult with my father, and that if I preferred entering into the service of the Government to any mercantile profession, he thought he had sufficient interest to promote my views.

But, clearly and distinctly, he left on my mind one impression,--that my visits here are over." "Did he allude to me--to Mr.Vernon ?" "Ah, Lucretia! do you know him so little,--his delicacy, his pride ?" Lucretia was silent, and Mainwaring continued:-- "I felt that I was dismissed.

I took my leave of your uncle; I came hither with the intention to say farewell forever." "Hush! hush! that thought is over.

And you return to your father's,--perhaps better so: it is but hope deferred; and in your absence I can the more easily allay all suspicion, if suspicion exist.
But I must write to you; we must correspond.

William, dear William, write often,--write kindly; tell me, in every letter, that you love me,--that you love only me; that you will be patient, and confide." "Dear Lucretia," said Mainwaring, tenderly, and moved by the pathos of her earnest and imploring voice, "but you forget: the bag is always brought first to Sir Miles; he will recognize my hand.