He had almost fallen into the spleen on hearing that she had left her boy's clothes and vowed she would wear them no more, as above all things he had desired to see how she carried them and what charms they revealed.

On hearing from his host and kinsman that she had said that on her birth-night she would bid them farewell for ever by donning them for the last time, he was consumed with eagerness to obtain an invitation.

This his kinsman besought for him, and, behold! the first glance the beauty shot at him pierced his inflammable bosom like a dart.
Never before had it been his fortune to behold female charms so dazzling and eyes of such lustre and young majesty.

The lovely baggage had a saucy way of standing with her white jewelled hands in her pockets like a pretty fop, and throwing up her little head like a modish beauty who was of royal blood; and these two tricks alone, he felt, might have set on fire the heart of a man years older and colder than himself.
If she had been of the order of soft-natured charmers, they would have fallen into each other's eyes before the wine was changed; but this Mistress Clorinda was not.

She did not fear to meet the full battery of his enamoured glances, but she did not choose to return them.