Both wished to speak upon the same subject, but Neither knew how to introduce it.

The one felt a bashfulness which sealed up her lips, and for which She could not account: The other feared to find her apprehensions true, or to inspire her Daughter with notions to which She might be still a Stranger.

At length Elvira began the conversation.
'That is a charming young Man, Antonia; I am much pleased with him.
Was He long near you yesterday in the Cathedral ?' 'He quitted me not for a moment while I staid in the Church: He gave me his seat, and was very obliging and attentive.' 'Indeed?
Why then have you never mentioned his name to me?
Your Aunt lanched out in praise of his Friend, and you vaunted Ambrosio's eloquence: But Neither said a word of Don Lorenzo's person and accomplishments.

Had not Leonella spoken of his readiness to undertake our cause, I should not have known him to be in existence.' She paused.

Antonia coloured, but was silent.
'Perhaps you judge him less favourably than I do.