I am sure he is neither a profligate gallant himself, nor a companion of such--especially of the wicked Earl of Rochester." "I pretend to be no better than I am," replied the young man, repressing a smile that rose to his lips at Mrs.Bloundel's address; "but I shall reform when I am married.

It would be impossible to be inconstant to so fair a creature as Amabel.

For my rank, I have none.

My condition is that of a private gentleman,--my name, Maurice Wyvil." "What you say of yourself, Mr.Maurice Wyvil, convinces me you will meet with a decided refusal from my husband," returned Mrs.Bloundel.
"I trust not," replied Wyvil, glancing tenderly at Amabel.

"If I should be so fortunate as to gain _his_ consent, have I _yours_ ?" "It is too soon to ask that question," she rejoined, blushing deeply.
"And now, sir, you must go, indeed, you must.