And so, light, white, and wiry, he ascended the stairs swiftly.
'Mr.Dangerfield,' cried Dominick, throwing open the door; and that elderly and ill-starred wooer glided in thereat.
'Madam, your most humble servant.' 'Oh! Mr.Dangerfield?
You're very welcome, Sir,' said Aunt Becky, with a grand courtesy, and extending her thin jewelled hand, which he took gallantly, with another bow, and a smile, and a flash from his spectacles.
Aunt Becky laid down her volume of Richardson.

She was quite alone, except for her little monkey--Goblin--with a silver hoop about his waist, and a chain thereto attached; two King Charles's dogs, whose barking subsided after a while; and one gray parrot on a perch in the bow-window, who happily was not in a very chatty mood just then.

So the human animals were able to edge in a sentence easily enough.

And Mr.
Dangerfield said-- 'I'm happy in having found you, Madam; for whatever be my disappointments else, to Miss Rebecca Chattesworth at least I owe a debt of gratitude, which, despairing to repay it, I can only acknowledge; and leaving unacknowledged, I should have departed from Ireland most unhappily.' 'What a fop! what a fop,' said the parrot.
'You rate my poor wishes too highly, Mr.Dangerfield.I over-estimated, myself, my influence with the young lady; but why speak of your departure, Sir, so soon?
A little time may yet work a change.' 'You lie, you dog! you lie, you lie, you lie,' said the parrot.
'Madam,' said he with a shake of his head, ''tis hoping against hope.
Time will add to _my_ wrinkles without softening _her_ aversion.

I utterly despair.