"You remember what I told you about Mrs.Glass?
Well, there's two young gentlemen come to the house here yesterday morning, and she's entertained them before at her house in town, so they struck up great friends with her here, and yesterday she had her supper served in the upstairs parlour, and had them, and me, and nobody else.

She says one of them saw me out yesterday morning, and was 'smitten'-- that's what she calls it." Eliza gave an affected laugh as she repeated the vulgar word, and coloured a little.

"She says if I'll come to see her in town she's no doubt but that he'll 'propose.'".
"But I thought you were not going ?" "I don't care for her," said Eliza, as if ingratitude were a virtue, "but I rather like the young gentleman.

That makes a difference.

Look here! She says he's getting on in business, and would give me a carriage.