In a word, Walter, at sight of the lovers, was suddenly seized with sentimental sympathy; they both seemed to him so beautiful in their way.

The man was small, but his heart was not; he stuck to the woman like a man, and poured hot love into her ears, and almost lost the impediment in his speech.

The woman pretended to be cooler, but she half turned her head toward him, and her half-closed eyes and heightened color showed she was drinking every word.

Her very gayety, though it affected nonchalance, revealed happiness to such as can read below the surface of her sex.

The Colonel's treacherous ally, after gazing at them with marked approval, and saying, "I couldn't do it better myself," which was surely a great admission for a lover to make, slipped quietly into Hope's workshop not to spoil sport--a juvenile idea which we recommend to older persons, and to such old maids as have turned sour.
The great majority of old maids are match-makers, whatever cant may keep saying and writing to the contrary.
"No wonder at all," said Percy, who was evidently in the middle of some amorous speech; "you are the goddess of my idolatry." "What ardent expressions you do use!" said Julia, smiling.
"Of c-course I do; I'm over head and ears in love." Julia surveyed his proportions, and said, "That's not very deep." But Percy had got used to this kind of wit, and did not mind it now.
He replied with dignity: "It's as deep--as the ocean, and as imp-per-t-t-tur-bable.