ains; and sever is famous in old story and in modern record: saste, too, of ties; and so value  comparison hers.”

    “Sravel?—and h you, sir?”

    “You s Paris, Rome, and Naples: at Florence, Venice, and Vienna: all trodden by you: en years since, I fle, e, and rage as my companions: no er.”

    I laug  an angel,” I asserted; “and I  be one till I die: I  neit nor exact anytial of me—for you  get it, any more t it of you:  all anticipate.”

    “ do you anticipate of me?”

    “For a little ern, and I so please you: but o me, you ten by men, t period assigned as t to , after all, as a friend and companion, I o become quite distasteful to my dear master.”

    “Distasteful! and like you again! I t again: and I  only like, but love you—rutancy.”

    “Yet are you not capricious, sir?”

    “to s—ive of flatness, triviality, and pery, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to t tongue, to ter t bends but does not break—at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent—I am ever tender and true.”

    “er, sir? Did you ever love such an one?”

    “I love it now.”

    “But before me: if I, indeed, in any respect come up to your difficult standard?”

    “I never met your likeness. Jane, you please me, and you master me—you seem to submit, and I like t; and , silken skein round my finger, it sends a to my . I am influenced—conquered; and ter t I undergo criump does t inexplicable, t uncanny turn of countenance mean?”

    “I  ary), I heir charmers—”