I cannot think what could have induced you to trust yourself on such a voyage of danger and excitement." "Oh! Dr Plausible, where my affections are centred there is nothing, weak creature that I am, but my soul would carry me through: indeed I am all soul.

I have a dear friend in India." "He is most happy," observed the doctor, with a sigh.
"_He_, Dr Plausible! you quite shock me! Do you imagine for a moment that I would go out to follow any gentleman?
No, indeed, I am not going out on speculation, as some young ladies.

I have enough of my own, thank God! I keep my carriage and corresponding establishment, I assure you."-- (The very thing that Dr Plausible required.) "Indeed! my dear Miss Tavistock, is it then really a female friend ?" "Yes! the friend of my childhood.

I have ventured this tedious, dangerous voyage, once more to fold her in my arms." "Disinterested affection! a heart like yours, miss, were indeed a treasure to be won.

What a happy man would your husband be!" "Husband! Oh, Dr Plausible, don't mention it: I feel convinced,--positively convinced, that my constitution is not strong enough to bear matrimony." The doctor's answer was too prolix for insertion; it was a curious compound dissertation upon love and physic, united.