I choose this moment to confide to you that I love Mademoiselle Rose de Beaurepaire.

Love her?
I did love her; but now you tell me she is poor and in distress, I adore her." The effect of this declaration on Jacintha was magical, comical.

Her apron came down from one eye, and that eye dried itself and sparkled with curiosity: the whole countenance speedily followed suit and beamed with sacred joy.
What! an interesting love affair confided to her all in a moment! She lowered her voice to a whisper directly.

"Why, how did you manage?
She never goes into company." "No; but she goes to church.

Besides, I have met her eleven times out walking with her sister, and twice out of the eleven she smiled on me.
O Jacintha! a smile such as angels smile; a smile to warm the heart and purify the soul and last forever in the mind." "Well, they say 'man is fire and woman tow:' but this beats all.