Of this class was Miss Diana a most prominent individual: judge, then, how acceptable to her was the acquaintance of Mr.Brown.
That indefatigable merchant of miscellanies had, indeed, at a time when brokers were perhaps rather more rare and respectable than now, a numerous country acquaintance, and thrice a year he performed a sort of circuit to all his customers and connections; hence his visit to St.
Leger House, and hence Isabel's opportunity of conveying her epistle.
"Pray," said Mr.Glumford, who had heard much of Mr.Brown's "presents" from Miss Diana,--"pray don't you furnish rooms, and things of that sort ?" "Certainly, sir, certainly, in the best manner possible." "Oh, very well; I shall want some rooms furnished soon,--a bedroom and a dressing-room, and things of that sort, you know.

And so--perhaps you may have something in your box that will suit me, gloves or handkerchiefs or shirts or things of that sort." "Yes, sir, everything, I sell everything," said Mr.Brown, opening his box.

"I beg pardon, Miss Isabel, I have dropped my handkerchief by your chair; allow me to stoop," and Mr.Brown, stooping under the table, managed to effect his purpose; unseen by the rest, a note was slipped into Isabel's hand, and under pretence of stooping too, she managed to secure the treasure.

Love need well be honest if, even when it is most true, it leads us into so much that is false! Mr.Brown's box was now unfolded before the eyes of the crafty Mr.
Glumford, who, having selected three pair of gloves, offered the exact half of the sum demanded.
Mr.Brown lifted up his hands and eyes.
"You see," said the imperturbable Glumford, "that if you let me have them for that, and they last me well, and don't come unsewn, and stand cleaning, you'll have my custom in furnishing the house, and rooms, and--things of that sort." Struck with the grandeur of this opening, Mr.Brown yielded, and the gloves were bought.
"The fool!" thought the noble George, laughing in his sleeve, "as if I should ever furnish the house from his box!" Strange that some men should be proud of being mean! The moment Isabel escaped to dress for dinner, she opened her lover's note.

It was as follows .-- Be in the room, your retreat, at nine this evening.