I perfectly longed to hear from Captain Tomlinson.  It was impossible for the uncle to find fault with the draught of the settlements.  I would not, however, be understood, by sending them down, that I intended to put it in her uncle’s power to delay my happy day.  When, when was it to be?

I would hasten again to the Commons; and would not return without the license.

The Lawn I proposed to retire to, as soon as the happy ceremony was over.  This day and that day I proposed.

It was time enough to name the day, when the settlements were completed, and the license obtained.  Happy should she be, could the kind Captain Tomlinson obtain her uncle’s presence privately.

A good hint!—­It may perhaps be improved upon—­either for a delay or a pacifier.

No new delays for Heaven’s sake, I besought her; and reproached her gently for the past.  Name but the day—­(an early day, I hoped it would be, in the following week)—­that I might hail its approach, and number the tardy hours.

My cheek reclined on her shoulder—­kissing her hands by turns.  Rather bashfully than angrily reluctant, her hands sought to be withdrawn; her shoulder avoiding my reclined cheek—­apparently loth, and more loth to quarrel with me; her downcast eye confessing more than her lips can utter.  Now surely, thought I, is my time to try if she can forgive a still bolder freedom than I had ever yet taken.

I then gave her struggling hands liberty.  I put one arm round her waist:  I imprinted a kiss on her sweet lip, with a Be quiet only, and an averted face, as if she feared another.

Encouraged by so gentle a repulse, the tenderest things I said; and then, with my other hand, drew aside the handkerchief that concealed the beauty of beauties, and pressed with my burning lips the most charming breast that ever my ravished eyes beheld.

A very contrary passion to that which gave her bosom so delightful a swell, immediately took place.  She struggled out of my encircling arms with indignation.  I detained her reluctant hand.  Let me go, said she.  I see there is no keeping terms with you.  Base encroacher!  Is this the design of your flattering speeches?  Far as matters have gone, I will for ever renounce you.  You have an odious heart.  Let me go, I tell you.

I was forced to obey, and she flung from me, repeating base, and adding flattering, encroacher.

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In vain have I urged by Dorcas for the promised favour of dining with her.  She would not dine at all.  She could not.

But why makes she every inch of her person thus sacred?—­So near the time too, that she must suppose, that all will be my own by deed of purchase and settlement?

She has read, no doubt, of the art of the eastern monarchs, who sequester themselves from the eyes of their subjects, in order to excite their adoration, when, upon some solemn occasions, they think fit to appear in public.