for. I frankly confess that my disclosure is meant for your ear alone.
Henrietta took his arm. but coloured as she did so; why she coloured, she could net have told herself. They turned into the next walk; and, in spite of both curiosity and confidence, they proceeded, for some distance, in perfect silence. It was very pleasant, however; and not the less so for a little touch of awkwardness. At last, Lady Marchmont arrived at the conclusion that something ought to be said; and, turning to her companion, exclaimed,—
"Let no one ever again talk of feminine impatience; but I really can be an angel no longer, so let me have the full benefit of all the ideas I have given you such ample time to collect."
He started as if from a reverie. "Lady Marchmont must be so much accustomed to have every thing forgotten when she is by, that she will pardon it quite as matter of habit," was the answer: "but I must not trespass
