You are laboring under a great misapprehension.

You must be aware that I have never in the slightest way given you occasion to believe that I--" "I must speak!" burst in the impetuous Zephyr.

"My feelings forbid silence! Great Heavens! Miss Newt, you really have no idea--I am sure you have no idea--you can not have any idea of the ardor with which for a long, long time I have--" "Mr.Wetherley," said Fanny Newt, darker and cooler than ever, "it is useless to prolong this conversation.

I can not consent to hear you declare that--" "But you haven't heard me declare it," replied Zephyr, vehemently.

"It's the very thing I am trying to do, and you won't let me.