Emily no sooner entered under the well known roof than her spirits were brisk, and her tongue incessant in describing her danger and her deliverance.

Mr.Tyrrel had formerly been tortured with the innocent eulogiums she pronounced of Mr.Falkland.But these were lameness itself, compared with the rich and various eloquence that now flowed from her lips.

Love had not the same effect upon her, especially at the present moment, which it would have had upon a person instructed to feign a blush, and inured to a consciousness of wrong.

She described his activity and resources, the promptitude with which every thing was conceived, and the cautious but daring wisdom with which it was executed.

All was fairy-land and enchantment in the tenour of her artless tale; you saw a beneficent genius surveying and controlling the whole, but could have no notion of any human means by which his purposes were effected.
Mr.Tyrrel listened for a while to these innocent effusions with patience; he could even bear to hear the man applauded, by whom he had just obtained so considerable a benefit.