'Humph!--she shall change her mind before long, if I think it worth while.' But then it flashed upon me that these were very improper thoughts for a place of worship, and that my behaviour, on the present occasion, was anything but what it ought to be.

Previous, however, to directing my mind to the service, I glanced round the church to see if any one had been observing me;--but no,--all, who were not attending to their prayer-books, were attending to the strange lady,--my good mother and sister among the rest, and Mrs.Wilson and her daughter; and even Eliza Millward was slily glancing from the corners of her eyes towards the object of general attraction.

Then she glanced at me, simpered a little, and blushed, modestly looked at her prayer-book, and endeavoured to compose her features.
Here I was transgressing again; and this time I was made sensible of it by a sudden dig in the ribs, from the elbow of my pert brother.

For the present, I could only resent the insult by pressing my foot upon his toes, deferring further vengeance till we got out of church.
Now, Halford, before I close this letter, I'll tell you who Eliza Millward was: she was the vicar's younger daughter, and a very engaging little creature, for whom I felt no small degree of partiality;--and she knew it, though I had never come to any direct explanation, and had no definite intention of so doing, for my mother, who maintained there was no one good enough for me within twenty miles round, could not bear the thoughts of my marrying that insignificant little thing, who, in addition to her numerous other disqualifications, had not twenty pounds to call her own.

Eliza's figure was at once slight and plump, her face small, and nearly as round as my sister's,--complexion, something similar to hers, but more delicate and less decidedly blooming,--nose, retrousse,--features, generally irregular; and, altogether, she was rather charming than pretty.