Dear Arthur! what did I not owe to you for this and every other happy meeting?
Through him I was at once delivered from all formality, and terror, and constraint.

In love affairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child--ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride.
'Well, Mr.Markham, what is it ?' said the young mother, accosting me with a pleasant smile.
'I want you to look at this book, and, if you please, to take it, and peruse it at your leisure.

I make no apology for calling you out on such a lovely evening, though it be for a matter of no greater importance.' 'Tell him to come in, mamma,' said Arthur.
'Would you like to come in ?' asked the lady.
'Yes; I should like to see your improvements in the garden.' 'And how your sister's roots have prospered in my charge,' added she, as she opened the gate.
And we sauntered through the garden, and talked of the flowers, the trees, and the book, and then of other things.

The evening was kind and genial, and so was my companion.

By degrees I waxed more warm and tender than, perhaps, I had ever been before; but still I said nothing tangible, and she attempted no repulse, until, in passing a moss rose-tree that I had brought her some weeks since, in my sister's name, she plucked a beautiful half-open bud and bade me give it to Rose.
'May I not keep it myself ?' I asked.
'No; but here is another for you.' Instead of taking it quietly, I likewise took the hand that offered it, and looked into her face.