Neither eyes, nor lips, must impart the information.
He must not be assured that my heart is his, previous to the tender of his own; but he must be convinced that it has not been given to another; he must be supplied with space whereon to build a doubt as to the true state of my affections; he must be prompted to avow himself.

The line of delicate propriety; how hard it is, not to fall short, and not to overleap it! This afternoon we shall meet at the temple.

We shall not separate till late.

It will be his province to accompany me home.

The airy expanse is without a speck.