I am to pay down five hundred pounds, and the remainder as soon as the bills can be looked up, and the amount of them adjusted.  Thus will you have a charming house entirely ready to receive you.  Some of the ladies of my family will soon be with you:  they will not permit you long to suspend my happy day.  And that nothing may be wanting to gratify your utmost punctilio, I will till then consent to stay here at Mrs. Sinclair’s while you reside at your new house; and leave the rest to your own generosity.  O my beloved creature, will not this be agreeable to you?  I am sure it will—­it must—­and clasping her closer to me, I gave her a more fervent kiss than ever I had dared to give her before.  I permitted not my ardour to overcome my discretion, however; for I took care to set my foot upon the letter, and scraped it farther from her, as it were behind her chair.

She was in a passion at the liberty I took.  Bowing low, I begged her pardon; and stooping still lower, in the same motion took up the letter, and whipt it into my bosom.

Pox on me for a puppy, a fool, a blockhead, a clumsy varlet, a mere Jack Belford!—­I thought myself a much cleverer fellow than I am!—­Why could I not have been followed in by Dorcas, who might have taken it up, while I addressed her lady?

For here, the letter being unfolded, I could not put it in my bosom without alarming her ears, as my sudden motion did her eyes—­Up she flew in a moment:  Traitor!  Judas! her eyes flashing lightning, and a perturbation in her eager countenance, so charming!—­What have you taken up?—­and then, what for both my ears I durst not have done to her, she made no scruple to seize the stolen letter, though in my bosom.

What was to be done on so palpable a detection?—­I clasped her hand, which had hold of the ravished paper, between mine:  O my beloved creature! said I, can you think I have not some curiosity?  Is it possible you can be thus for ever employed; and I, loving narrative letter-writing above every other species of writing, and admiring your talent that way, should not (thus upon the dawn of my happiness, as I presume to hope) burn with a desire to be admitted into so sweet a correspondence?

Let go my hand!—­stamping with her pretty foot; How dare you, Sir!—­At this rate, I see—­too plainly I see—­And more she could not say:  but, gasping, was ready to faint with passion and affright; the devil a bit of her accustomed gentleness to be seen in her charming face, or to be heard in her musical voice.

Having gone thus far, loth, very loth, was I to lose my prize—­once more I got hold of the rumpled-up letter!—­Impudent man! were her words:  stamping again.  For God’s sake, then it was.  I let go my prize, lest she should faint away:  but had the pleasure first to find my hand within both hers, she trying to open my reluctant fingers.  How near was my heart at that moment to my hand, throbbing to my fingers’ ends, to be thus familiarly, although angrily, treated by the charmer of my soul!