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put up his purse, he gallantly handed his fair bride-elect back to the parlour.
The stranger, entering the housekeeper's room, met Harleigh, who seriously remonstrated against her walking project, offering his servant to procure her a post-chaise. The sigh of her negative expressed its melancholy economy, though she owned a wish that she could find some meaner vehicle that would be safe.
Harleigh then disappeared; but, a few minutes afterwards, when she was setting out from the garden-gate, she again met him, and he told her that he was going to order a parcel from a stationer's at Brighthelmstone; and that a sort of chaise-cart, belonging to a farmer just by, would be sent for it, almost immediately. "I do not recommend," added he, smiling, "such a machine for its elegance; and, if you would permit me to offer you one more eligible—"
A grave motion of the head repressed him from finishing his phrase, and he ac-
