I have loved your daughter;--oh, I don't know how it is! If she'd
be my wife for two years, I don't think I'd mind dying afterward."
"Oh, Mr. Anderson!"
"I wouldn't. I never heard of a case where a girl had got such a hold of
a man as she has of me."
"You don't mean to say that she has behaved badly?"
"Oh no! She couldn't behave badly;--it isn't in her. But she can bowl a
fellow over in the most--well, most desperate manner. As for me, I'm not
worth my salt since I first saw her. When I go to ride with the governor
I haven't a word to say to him," But this ended in Mrs. Mountjoy going
and promising that she would send Florence down in her place. She knew
that it would be in vain; but to a young man who had behaved so well as
Mr. Anderson so much could not be refused. "Here I am again," he said,
very much like Punch in the pantomime.
"Oh, Mr. Anderson! how do you do?"
A lover who is anxious to prevail with a lady should always hold up his
head. Where is the writer of novels, or of human nature, who does not
know as much as that? And yet the man who is in love, truly in love,
never does hold up his head very high. It is the man who is not in love
who does so. Nevertheless it does sometimes happen that the true lover
obtains his reward.
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