'Now or never,' thought I.I'll not tell you what I said.

I couldn't, if I would.

It is only with a pretty woman upon one's arm; it is only when stealing a glance at her bright eyes, as you bend beyond the border of her bonnet,--that you know what it is to be eloquent.

Watching the changeful color of her cheek with a more anxious heart than ever did mariner gaze upon the fitful sky above him, you pour out your whole soul in love; you leave no time for doubt, you leave no space for reply.

The difficulties that shoot across her mind you reply to ere she is well conscious of them; and when you feel her hand tremble, or see her eyelids fall, like the leader of a storming party when the guns slacken in their fire, you spring boldly forward in the breach, and blind to every danger around you, rush madly on, and plant your standard upon the walls." "I hope you allow the vanquished the honors of war," said I, interrupting.
Without noticing my observation, he continued:-- "I was on my knee before her, her hand passively resting in mine, her eyes bent _upon_ me softly and tearfully--" "The game was your own, in fact." "You shall hear.
"'Have we stood long enough thus, Senhor ?' said she, bursting into a fit of laughter.
"I sprang to my legs in anger and indignation.
"'There, don't be passionate; it is so tiresome.