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r father was inexorably adverse. A scene was of all things that indentical article least liked by the quiescent mother; and that her

, Maria was persuaded to believe that her father had hem'd and haw'd a little, had objected no doubt

l be prudent, however, just for quiet's sake, to see less of Henry Clements for a day or two, till the novelty of my intelligence blow

to papa, tell him all I feel and wish cordially and openly, and touch his dear kind heart? I am sure he wo

by me, Maria, I know your father better than you do; only keep quiet, and all will come round well. Do not broach the s

y sort of secresy. Do let me ask papa, and tell him all myself. Perhaps he himself will kindl

t of sociality. No, my love; if you only will be ruled by me, and will do as I do, managing to ho

all this was true, too true; so her lip only

g things kindly of her husband's better feelings, and desiring to lighten the anxieties of dear Maria's heart, she placed the whole affair i

rue love never d

at interview; and she heartily thanked God that those dreaded obstacles to her aff

tête-à-tête, however much he may have thought of only dear Maria-however frequently he found himself beside her in the circle of their many mutual friends-however happily he hoped for her love-however foolishly he reveried about her kindness in the solitude of his Temple garret-still he never yet had seen occasion to screw his courage to the sticking point, and boldly place his bliss at hard Sir Thomas's disp

eturned from his counting-house in St. Benet's Sherehog. So,

pic to the mother, who even now hailed him as her son, and promised him his father's favour. What could be more delicious than all this? and what more honourable, while prudent, too, and filial, than to acquiesce in Lady Dillaway's fears about her husban

re one? and is it not quite as much a matrimonial as a moral one that father and mother are so too? Was it not decidedly enough to have spoken to the latter, especially when she undertook to answer for the former? Sir Thomas was a man engrossed in business; and, doubtless

pathy Sir Thomas felt with lovers; and only encouraged her innocent child to play the dangerous game of unconscious disobedience. Accordingly, consistent with that same quiet kindness of character which had smoothed away all difficulti

(it is easy of belief) the very name of poverty would be music to her ears. Accordingly, how they flew into each other's arms, and shed many happy tears, and kissed many kindest kisses, and looked many tenderest things, and said many loving words, "let Petrarch's spirit in heroics sing:" as for our present prosaical Muse, she delights in such affections too naturally and simply to wish to cripple them with rhymes, or confine them in sonnets; she despises decoration of si