COMPARE a November day with a May day.

They are not more unlike than a beautiful woman in company with a man she is indifferent to or averse, and the same woman with the man of her heart by her side.
At sight of Mr.Vane, all her coldness and _nonchalance_ gave way to a gentle complacency; and when she spoke to him, her voice, so clear and cutting in the late _assaut d'armes,_ sank of its own accord into the most tender, delicious tone imaginable.
Mr.Vane and she made love.

He pleased her, and she desired to please him.

My reader knows her wit, her _finesse,_ her fluency; but he cannot conceive how god-like was her way of making love.

I can put a few of the corpses of her words upon paper, but where are the heavenly tones--now calm and convincing, now soft and melancholy, now thrilling with tenderness, now glowing with the fiery eloquence of passion?
She told him that she knew the map of his face; that for some days past he had been subject to an influence adverse to her.