Miss Carden, I think you know how dear you are to me, and have been ever since I first met you.

I wish I had ten times more to offer you than I have.

But I am only a poor gentleman, of good descent, but moderate means, as you see." Comedie! (Bollinghope was the sort of house that generally goes with L5000 a year at least.) "I don't care about your means, Mr.Coventry," said Grace, with a lofty smile.

"It is your amiable character that I esteem." "You forgive me for loving you; for hoping that you will let me lead you to my poor house there, as my adored wife ?" It had come; and, although she knew it was coming, yet her face was dyed with blushes.
"I esteem you very much," she faltered.

"I thank you for the honor you do me; but I--oh, pray, let me think what I am doing." She covered her face with her hands, and her bosom panted visibly.
Mr.Coventry loved her sincerely, and his own heart beat high at this moment.