That's all I can say at present." "Well, come, Harry," said Lindsay--adverting to what he had just said--"I think you have spoken fairly enough; I do--it's candid; you are not above this world; why should you be ?--come, it is candid." "I trust, sir, you will never find me un-candid, either on this or any other subject." "No; I don't think I shall, Harry.

Well, be it so--setting your mother out of the question,--proceed with equal candor in your courtship.

I trust you deserve her, and, if so, I hope you may get her." "If he does not," said Maria, "he will never get such a wife." "By the way, Harry," asked Charles, "has she given you an intimation of anything like encouragement ?" "Well, I rather think I am not exactly a fool, Charles, nor likely to undertake an enterprise without some prospect of success.

I hope you deem me, at least, a candid man." "Yes; but there is a class of persons who frequently form too high an estimate of themselves, especially in their intercourse with women; and who very often mistake civility for encouragement." "Very true, Charles--exceedingly just and true; but I hope I am not one of those either; my knowledge of life and the world will prevent me from that, I trust." "I hope," continued Charles, "that if the girl is adverse to such a connection she will not be harassed or annoyed about it." "I hope, Charles, I have too much pride to press any proposal that may be disagreeable to her; I rather think I have.

But have you, Charles, any reason to suppose that she should not like me ?" "Why, from what you have already hinted, Harry, you ought to be the best judge of that yourself." "Well, I think so, too.