Conscience whispered that I could hire my landlord's dog-cart, and a boy to drive me to Hidling; but the whispers of conscience are very faint; and love cried aloud, "Stay with Charlotte: supreme happiness is offered to you for the first time in your life.

Fool that would reject so rare a gift!" It was to this latter counsellor I gave my ear.

My Sheldon's interests went overboard; and I stayed by the white gate, talking to Charlotte, till it was quite too late to heed the reproachful grumblings of conscience about that dog-cart.
My Charlotte--yes, I boldly call her mine now--my dear is great in agriculture.

She enlightened my cockney mind on the subject of upland farms, telling me how uncle and aunt Mercer's land is poor and sandy, requiring very little in the way of draining, but producing by no means luxuriant crops.

It is a very picturesque place, and has a certain gentlemanlike air with it pleasing to my snobbish taste.